Dean woke up after a very rough night. His body had no choice in the matter on whether it wanted to change. Ok, well it did but he couldn't control it because he was so emotional. He was hurt because Bonnie told him that she told Damon that she loved him.

'What the fuck was that?' he thought to himself many times over the course of the night. His problem was when he transformed into a vampire, he still had so much vervain pumped into his system that he would, as lame as it is, pass out because he couldn't take the pain.

He was relieved to wake up and realize that it was the morning. He was hoping that either the vervain would be out of his system tonight or that they figured out how the hell to stop all of this from happening.

"Sammy!" he yelled though the tiny window in the cell door. "Sammy!"

"I'm coming," he heard Sam's voice boom back.

"Morning," Dean said with a smile.

"Yeah. Morning," Sam said unlocking the door.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Sam answered shortly.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Dean asked sternly.

"I don't think this is ever going to stop," Sam said quietly. Dean looked at his brother and he could tell that he was trying not cry.

"Sammy, I trust Stefan and Ric. They say there's a way, then there's a way," Dean said in a comforting voice with his hand on his younger brother's massive shoulder.

"But Dean, we've been here almost two weeks. There has been almost no progress," Sam said with a stiff upper lip.

"They found a solution. It's just not one that we're going to go through with," Dean said. "Look don't worry, alright. It'll all work out." Sam tightened his lips into a thin line and his eyes searched Dean's. "Sammy, it'll work out. I promise you. I'll be back to my old badass self in no time," Dean said with a smile. Sam nodded his head in agreement and the brothers headed upstairs. Dean followed his younger brother. The smile that he had presented him with faded; the fear of being a monster looming over him. Yeah, he had fear but he would do what he always did with it. He'd bury it and he'd make damn sure that Sam was ready to take on anything. Even if that meant ending him.

"Where's Bonnie?" Dean asked returning downstairs from his shower.

"She's at her house," an unfamiliar blonde answered.

"What's she doing there?" he asked.

"Trying out the ancient method of avoidance," she answered approaching Dean. "I'm Caroline."

"Hey. Dean. Is Bonnie going to school?"

"Probably not. When I went over there this morning she was still in bed and we have to be at school in like 45 minutes," Caroline explained.

"Thanks," Dean said. "I'll be back," he said to Ric and Sam as he grabbed the Impala keys and headed out the door.

"I'm coming," Bonnie said as her bare feet hurried across the hardwood floor. There had been someone knocking on her front door for five minutes and they were showing no signs of going away. "Yes?" she said ripping the door open.

"Hey Bonnie," Dean said giving her a crooked smile.

"What are you doing here?" she said trying to act like that smile hadn't melted her insides.

"Can I come in?" Dean asked.

"Sure I guess," she said stepping aside and allowing him in.

"I'm sorry," Dean blurted out.

"What?" she was shocked at this.

"I overreacted," Dean said. "I thought about it a lot last night. Well when I wasn't passed out. Long story, don't ask."

"Why are you telling me this?" Bonnie asked walking into the living room.

"Because I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here and I don't want to spend the rest of that time mad at you," Dean said following her.

"Well I'm the one that's hurt now, Dean," Bonnie said making eye contact with him.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No, you don't know," she said in a snotty voice. "I chose you, even though I knew that it would hurt Damon. A guy who has been my friend for years now. I know that his feelings for me are more than friendship and I also know that if you hadn't come into my life that I could possibly be with Damon right now," Bonnie said, her arms folded across her chest. "But I love you Dean. That's why I wanted to be with you. I didn't want to hurt Damon but I did it so that I could be free to be with you. So that there would be no confusion about who I wanted to be with."

"Bonnie, I know but on the outside, the relationship that you have with him looks differently," Dean said stepping closer to her. "I see the way he looks at you. I hear the way he talks to you. But I also see the way that you look at him. I hear the way you talk to him. So when you told me that you told him you love him I just figured that you finally realized a truth."

"What truth?" Bonnie asked.

"That you actually do love him and not just as a friend," Dean answered putting his hands on her arms.

"Even if I did, the love that I feel for him is nothing like I what I feel for you Dean," she said. "Believe me."

"I do believe you," he whispered.

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," he said leaning down and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

"I missed you," she whispered against his mouth.

"Not as much as I've missed you," he whispered back. Dean picked Bonnie up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Why didn't you come talk to me?" he asked as he laid her down on the couch.

"I was upset," she said shrugging out of her t-shirt. She watched as he pulled his shirt off over his head. She watched every muscle in his torso flex as he lifted his arms.

"I was upset," he joked between the kisses he was laying on her chest and neck. "You look fine to me," he said reaching under her and unhooking her bra. Once he opened it he brought his hand back to the front and pulled the bra off her arms. "See? You look perfect." Bonnie giggled.

"What are you doing?" she asked when he didn't touch her breasts.

"Making you wait," he smirked as he stood and unbuckled his belt. He lowered his jeans to the floor and stood before her in his mini boxers. "Don't say a word. These are all Sam's fault," he said snapping the waistband on his tiny underwear.

Bonnie just giggled and covered her eyes, "They don't leave much to the imagination."

"You know you like it," Dean teased as he planted his knee in the couch and hooked his fingers into her shorts and panties and slipped them off her slender legs. When he stood up again without touching her she pouted.

"Dean? Really?"

"Yep. I would have touched you but you had on panties so now you have to wait a little while longer," he said smirking as he pulled his mini boxers down to the floor. Upon standing, he saw her examining his body hungrily. He smiled to himself as he leaned down and scoped her up off the couch. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall on the left," she answered. He walked out of the living and down the hall. He was silent but he had a not-so subtle smirk on his face. Once inside the bathroom he set her on the floor and shut the door behind them. "What are we..." she started but he placed on finger on her lips and shook his head no. When he removed his finger he leaned down and kissed her.

She wasn't expecting the kiss to take her breath away but when he pulled away she had trouble catching it. She watched him as he opened the shower door and turned the water on. He turned the knobs regulating the water before he turned to her with his hand out.

"After you," he said with a crooked smile. She grabbed his hand and stepped inside the shower. He stepped in behind her and closed the door. There were no more words spoken.

Dean pulled Bonnie close to him and kissed her deeply as the warm water cascaded over their bodies. He broke their kiss and trailed his kisses down her neck and chest and down until he had enveloped one of her nipples with his lips. He sucked and flicked his tongue back and forth across it as his hand kneaded and pinched her other nipple. She moaned when he switched sides making sure that each nipple got the same attention.

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat when she felt him tonguing her bellybutton. She knew where he was headed but she was always surprised when it got to this point. Dean lowered himself to his knees and turned them in the tub. Bonnie now stood at the opposite end of the shower, her back against the wall facing the shower head and Dean on his knees in front of her. He kissed her softly directly below her bellybutton and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth with anticipation.

Dean ran his right hand up the back of her left leg all the way up to her ass. He smacked her firm cheek before he threw her leg over his shoulder. He gently ran his tongue over her softness. She shuddered as he pushed his tongue deeper inside of her. She rolled her hips forward to allow him more access.

She could feel herself growing closer and closer to her climax as he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and his tongue found her clit. His moved his fingers deeply and furiously inside of her; feeling her insides gripping his fingers tightly. He smiled to himself as he sucked on her clit and watched her face contort as she gushed cum all over his hand. He kept his mouth and his fingers moving at a steady pace until her body finally stopped quaking. He stood before her smiling and she tried to smile but she was exhausted.

Dean cracked the shower door, reached out and grabbed the condom that he had covertly brought along with them. He ripped it open and slid it over his hard cock. Dean groaned as Bonnie slid her hand down his chest and stomach until she had a firm grip on his dick. He looked down and watched her hand stroke him into a frenzy. He couldn't take it any longer he had to have her. He turned her away from him, bent her over and guided his stiff dick into her wetness.

He kept his pace slow at first, giving her a chance to find a comfortable position and to match his rhythm before he quickened it and grabbed her hair.

Bonnie screamed as he slammed against her. Her hands splayed against the shower wall, Dean's hands on her hips pulling her hard on his cock. She called his name as she came again but he never slowed down. She never wanted him to stop. Feeling him inside her was the most amazing thing.

Dean felt her cum for the second time but he never slowed. He thrust into her from behind. Her hair wrapped around his hand, her hands out in front of her calling his name. It was all such a turn on for him. Making him want her more. He thrust deeper and harder into her until he couldn't control it anymore and he let everything go. He could feel her insides gripping him and milking his dick. He grunted as his body finally relaxed and he leaned forward and kissed Bonnie's shoulder.

"You ok?" he asked sweetly.

"Definitely," she answered, smiling at him over her shoulder. He smiled back pulling her into a hug. She spun in his arms and hugged him back. "Let's get cleaned up."

"Sure," he said kissing her.

"What's she doing here?" Sam roared as Stefan sat a sleeping Georgia down on the leather sofa.

"We couldn't find anything in her house and we searched everywhere. I compelled her to sleep until we found some answers," Stefan answered.

"But why is she here?" Sam asked.

"Like I said, we couldn't find anything. I thought that if I brought her back her we could get some answers," Stefan said.

"I have a question," Caroline spoke up. "I thought she was a witch. How did you compel her?"

"She practices Wicca. She's not a witch like Bonnie," Stefan said.

"What about Bonnie?" Bonnie asked entering into the study, Dean close behind her.

"I was telling Caroline that Georgia is not a witch like you are," he said.

"Georgia?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Stefan said pointing at the sleeping woman seated in front of him.

"What the hell is she doing here?" he shouted.

"Calm down ok. She's compelled. She won't wake up until I tell her to and I can always compel her to forget everything after she helps us," Stefan explained.

"Then let's tie the bitch up before you wake her up," Dean said. Sam reached under the table and pulled rope out of one of their bags.

"Wake up Georgia," Stefan said in her ear.