A/N: As you can probably tell, I've taken the Vampire Diaries storyline and made some major changes in it. And I'm bending both the Supernatural and Vampire Diaries storylines to my will. For a reason. A reason that will be later revealed, if you can bear with me. And with that said, I own neither show. And am only writing stories about them. Also, please review.
Elena leaned her forehead against the cool window pane as she gazed out at the fleeting scenery. Dean drove like a madman. Or like a man with a purpose. And right now, that purpose is to bury the person who upset Elena.
No matter who it was. Adrenaline coursed through Elena's veins, zapping her synapses and awakening every nerve ending. Snapping her out of her momentary daze.
She glanced at Dean, who was coiled and taut in the driver's seat. She vaguely remembered driving the Impala. Not that Dean remembered much. He was drunk that night…
Dean stumbled through the front doors of the Coyote. A bar on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. He tripped and just barely regained his balance as he fumbled in his pocket, fishing for his cell phone. He hastily dialed Elena's number, waiting for her to answer.
Elena scrawled in her diary. Writing, Dear diary, I'm not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die, that's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. It's not possible. I'm not a believer. I can't be. But how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can't be explained. Girls bitten. Bodies drained of blood.
She sighed, gazing at the words with a heavy heart. Knowing that the part about not being a believer was a lie. She knew that vampires and the supernatural existed. Elena jumped as her phone began to chime.
Glancing at the caller ID, she answered. "Hello?" She said hesitantly. "Elena!" Dean crowed drunkenly. "Dean," Elena said uncertainly, "Are you… drunk?" "No," Dean huffed, "I'm not drunk. I'm…" He trailed off, snickering.
Elena tossed her diary and all thoughts of Stefan and Damon aside. "Where are you?" She asked as she stood, crossing the room to scribble a hasty note to Jenna before packing a bag. "I'm… at…" Dean paused, glancing at the sign above the entrance to the bar, "the Coy-yote." He finished before erupting into raucous laughter.
Elena rolled her eyes before saying in annoyed tones, "And this would be where?" "Uhhh….. you know, kinda not far from Mystic Falls… I dunno exactly where…." Dean slurred, scratching his head, bewildered.
I bet he looks adorable right now… Elena thought, biting her lip before she shook her head, "Alright. I'll be there as soon as possible. Stay where you are, Dean." She said in stern tones. "Okie-dokie!" Dean said cheerfully as she hung up.
Elena rubbed her temples before standing and grabbing her car keys, rushing downstairs. She snuck outside and unlocked the car silently before slipping behind the wheel.
Elena drew in a deep breath as she slid the key into the ignition, cranking the car, breathing a sigh of relief as it purred to life silently. She slipped it into drive and maneuvered the car out of the driveway.
As she flew down the streets of Mystic Falls, she keyed the GPS to guide her to the Coyote. Silently praying that Dean would be alright once she got there. As she drove into the parking lot of the seedy bar, she pulled her cellphone from her purse and shot a quick text to Jenna, explaining the whereabouts of the car.
Dean was lying on a bench, starring up at the sky, counting the stars as she climbed out of the car, locking it. "One… two… three…" Dean said, pointing at each individual star. Elena crossed her arms, watching him for a moment.
Dean's forehead crinkled as he blinked, squinting before starting all over again. Elena emitted a low giggle, shaking her head before she said, "What're you doing?" Dean glanced at her before sitting up.
"Hello… 'Lena." Dean said, a smug smile forming on his lips. Elena walked over to him, offering him her hand. "We should get you somewhere so you can sleep this off." "I like sleeping." Dean said with a nod, grasping her hand, pulling her into his lap.
Elena yelped with surprise as she landed in his lap. "We should do it together sometime," Dean finished, slipping his arms around her waist. Flames burst to life in Elena's cheeks as she placed her palms on his chest, attempting to push away from him.
"Dean…" Elena began, flustered and confused. Dean's brow elevated as Elena wriggled away from him. "It's time to go." She whispered, taking the keys to the Impala away from him. "Hey!" Dean shouted, leaping from the bench and racing after her.
"Give me the keys, 'Lena." Dean said, annoyed. "I'm driving, Dean." Elena said, glaring at him. "Why?" "Because you're drunk. Now, get in. Or get left." She snapped, sliding into the driver's seat. "Well, when you put it that way," Dean said sarcastically, climbing into the passenger's seat.
Elena turned on the radio before backing the Impala out of the parking lot. Dean slumped against the window, dozing off almost immediately as Elena drove them back to Mystic Falls. She sighed softly as they drove through the town as it was just waking up.
The pre-dawn Mystic Falls truly lived up to its name. It looked almost magical. The sky was still dark, but an early morning mist blanketed the town. The sky was just beginning to brighten as Elena pulled into the parking lot of the bed and breakfast.
She shut off the engine and glanced at Dean, who was still asleep in the passenger seat. She reached into his pocket and tugged his wallet free. She opened it and pulled out two loose twenties before she slunk out of the car.
She strode into the building, smiling softly at the elderly woman behind the counter. She leaned against the counter and said as confidently as she could manage, "I need a room." "Of course, Dear," the woman said with a small smile.
After signing in under the name, Ella Gentrie, she walked out to the car and saw that Dean was still unconscious. Elena huffed softly before walking over to the passenger side. She opened the door, watching Dean slouch forward abruptly, jolting awake.
"Elena," Dean yelped. Elena shook her head, grasping his elbow, helping him out of the seat before pushing the door closed. She silently thanked God that the elderly lady was gone as she guided him into the bed and breakfast and up the stairs to the room she'd acquired.
Dean grumbled under his breath as she pushed him down onto the bed before moving to remove his boots and jacket. "You're such a weird girlfriend.." he muttered absently causing Elena to pause as she moved towards the couch.
Blood pooled in her cheeks, reddening them as she stammered, "What?" "Hmm?" Dean mumbled in his sleep. She wandered towards the cupboard and opened it, picking up a small blanket before meandering towards the couch, flopping onto the overstuffed seats and curling up, resting her head on the armrest before drifting into a restless sleep.
She awoke to voices. Sam and Dean's voices. She looked around the room blearily. Dean was shaking his head, sitting up and sober. Sam glanced at her before excusing himself to go find food. "Hey," Elena said with a small smile.
"Hey," Dean replied with a contrite grin. "You seem to be feeling better." Elena spoke softly. "Yeah, well, I'm feeling like an ass." Dean said, standing. "Why?" "Last night, what I did, calling you… none of it should've happened." Elena fell back against the cushions, feeling deflated and defeated.
For a moment, she'd felt whole again. A part of Dean's world. Again. How dare he take that away from her? "Right," Elena said, her voice bordering on shrill. "I forgot. We shouldn't be talking anymore, right? Elena doesn't belong in your world." She gathered her things, standing.
"Lena," Dean began. "You know," Elena started, turning towards him, "I did have a dream about you last night." Dean blinked, nodding, "Was it a nightmare?" "No. It was a good dream. You trusted me. You wanted me. You even called me your girlfriend." Elena whispered, lowering her eyes.
Dean swallowed thickly, asking, "What happened?" Elena raised her amber optics before shaking her head, saying softly, "I woke up." With that, she turned and walked out of the room.
"Elena?" Dean said softly, nudging her. Elena's eyes opened blearily. "Where are we?" She asked lowly. "At your place." Elena nodded, opening the car door. "You know," She said, turning to face Dean as he climbed out of the car. "I had a dream about you."
Dean blinked at her before saying hoarsely, "Really? What happened?" "You were drunk. And you called me your girlfriend." Dean closed his eyes momentarily before reopening them and gazing at her in utter confusion. "Then what happened?" He asked; recognition alight in his malachite orbs.
"I woke up." Elena said, her cheeks flaring red, before she whirled, and wandered up the walkway, leaving Dean behind and shocked.
