Elena laughed wildly. Shock had sent her into hysterics. Dean spun on his heel. She stumbled into the room, eyes stormy. Threatening to cry at any moment. "'Lena," Dean murmured, reaching for her, "I –""Don't." Elena snapped, pulling away from him. "I need – "Elena began, and then she looked around the room, tears filling her eyes, "I need to not be here." Dean's mouth dropped open, "'Lena…" he started, "Dean. Don't." She grabbed her jacket and left. Dean looked to Castiel and nodded. Castiel vanished. Once alone, he and Sam looked at each other.
"Going somewhere?" Elena spun, looking for the source of the icy, cool voice. Damon leaned against a tree, icy blue eyes focused on her. Elena swallowed hard. Damon was the picture of ease, but she could see his muscles under his clothes coiled. Ready to spring and kill. He was a predator after all. And without Sam and Dean about to save her, she was the prey. Perfect. Elena thought, fear trickling down her spine, causing her to shiver. "I need you to do something for me…"Damon drawled, closing the distance between them. Elena looked around, half hoping to see Dean, or Sam, maybe even the Impala cruising toward the park. But there was nothing. Damon ripped away her vervain locket swiftly and clutched her face with his hands. His eyes locked on hers and she felt her eyes glaze over as the world lost focus. Damon was speaking to her. But what was he saying? A voice echoed into her mind, Sam and Dean… you can't trust them… They're dangerous… No. That's not right. Sam and Dean were the good guys… right? They're murderers. No. Wait. They've never killed anyone. Intentionally. But that's not their faults. Is it? Elena blinked and found herself in the park alone. Vervain necklace securely around her neck. What was she doing her? She thought of returning home. But the Winchesters were there. A wave of doubt, confusion and suspicion swam through her. Could they be trusted? Could anyone?
Elena grabbed her cell phone and dialed in the number of someone she hadn't spoken to in years. Please, answer. She pleaded silently. A click told her the call was answered. "Bobby? I don't want to bother you, but I need your help." She whispered, voice cracking. "I think I'm in trouble."
A/N: Okay, this chapter is short and rushed. But I wanted to get it up and posted because Dark-Supernatural-Angel wanted me to update more and more often. xD