Stefan just kept looking back through the mirror watching them. Elena was hidden behind his brother's leather jacket that was around her. All he could see was her brunette hair falling down the back of the jacket. He could hear her breathing, slow and rhythmically and he was glad she was not feeling any fear right now.

He could hardly see Damon, the way he was slouched down almost at the bottom of the rear view mirror. He hadn't moved in quite a while and looked like he was sleeping. Stefan exhaled deeply, letting his paranoia leave with his breath. They were both asleep and he could finally concentrate on the road.

He was amazed how well he had already driven with his eyes darting back behind him every few seconds. It reminded him of a pitcher knowing the batter on base was trying to steal, so he would constantly be looking back in order to catch him. He knew he was being the insecure boyfriend, if he could even call himself that anymore. He did not know how to talk to her about all that had happened or even if he should.

He was dying, he reminded himself, tugging his sleeve down more. That was the reality, no matter what else they had survived. He had lost and he nearly laughed out loud that it was because he was saving someone else. That had never changed and now even with it being Katherine Pierce, his rescuer persona was actually going to be the death of him.

So what was the point of bitching to Damon or fighting with him at all seeing his growing affection for his lady. Maybe that was what was meant to happen? He had no idea how to wrap his mind around everything that had happened...everything that had changed in under a day.

Katherine started squirming in her seat and breathing heavier and Stefan turned to her. She opened the window of the sleek blue Camero and stuck her face into the wind letting it blow through her hair. She was feeling really dizzy and when she looked at Stefan, she saw two of him. Everything felt like it was spinning and it was so hot in the car.

She reached back up and felt the bite on her neck. Her eyes widened and she stifled a gasp as she felt the wound was further down her back and bubbly like she had been burned but not by fire. She had no idea how bad it would get and how quickly. Over the years she had only heard of what happened if a vampire was bitten by a werewolf but never actually known anyone it had happened to or seen it with her own eyes.

Stefan seemed to be handling things better and she hadn't noticed him reacting to his bite; at least not yet. By the looks of things with Elena, he hadn't even told her about it and was pushing her away.

She didn't care though. If her and Stefan could somehow figure out how to survive and find a cure, then to hell with Elena. Maybe by then if Stefan kept pulling away from her, she would finally get Stefan all to herself again!

She wished the dream she had given him had been real. It felt so real in her mind; seeing him looking at her and resisting. But then succumbing to those feelings he truly had for her buried deep inside him. She couldn't even remember the last time they had kissed. She had been with other men over the last 500 years, but none compared to him.

Shifting around in her seat, she just kept watching him; his eyes on the road ahead. She had opened her mouth to speak to him a couple times already and he had glared at her just daring her to try. He was not wanting to talk, at least not now or maybe not to her.

She felt another chill run through her body and she pulled the sleeves down on his hoodie she was wearing, trying to stay warm and fight the effects of the bite. She tugged the collar up and smelled Stefan on it and just laid back against the head rest and fell asleep finally.

Damon was far from asleep, although he probably should have been. He had been up almost all night last night, guarding Elena sleeping in her room. And after losing so much blood and being shot so many times and everything he survived... he was tired. But he had Elena in his arms and he was not going to waste that time by sleeping.

He cast a wary glance at his brother as they drove, just watching him. Something was off with him. He could sense it, but he had no idea what it could be.. He couldn't place it but his little brother was not acting like himself. He looked like he was actually pushing Elena away and not being all jealous and possessive of her.

Stefan had been practically having sex with her on the wall in the tomb after watching helplessly when the wolf forced Damon to make out with her and feed on her. After that he had been angry, possessive and desperate to claim her back from him. Even in his room throwing him out of his bed for being there with Elena, he looked very jealous and so angry.

But studying the man driving, from the corner of his eye, he seemed so distant. His eyes were empty and looked lifeless and the lines on his forehead were all bunched together like his brother was wearing a permanent frown. He usually needed to journal and share and get his feelings out to him and absolutely to Elena. But now he was so quiet and melancholic; like he was protecting himself from everyone. Pulling away from everyone, including her.

He had seen Stefan jerk away from her touch as Elena had tried to hug him before. What the hell was that all about? His brother was the huggeist person on the planet and would never pass up holding his girl, for even a second. Yes, something was definitely wrong. He just could not put his finger on it.

He looked back down at his sleeping angel. Damn, he wanted her so badly. More than ever after today. He stroked her cheek tenderly and just watched her. She was his angel. His feelings for her had grown so much such a short time.

It was only a few weeks ago, if that, that she had told him she hated him. And he deserved it being the giant ass that he could be and was drunk and upset. Killing Jeremy had been such a mistake and he had seen that the second after he had fallen to the ground. She had looked up and him first in pure disbelief and then her face had changed to show contempt and hatred and her eyes had bore into him like razor blades, ripping apart his fragile humanity. Seeing her look at him like that had been burned into his mind and he saw that look every time he closed his eyes. How could he have been so stupid?

He closed his eyes slowly and that image was no longer there. It had been replaced by her gazing at him, holding his head in her hands. The exact look she had in the tomb the second before she crashed her lips onto his when she said goodbye to him.

He smiled at the image in his mind. He wanted to memorize this one too. She had her hands lazily around his neck and one hand was resting against his chest, just above the top button of his shirt and he could feel the pads of her fingers against his skin. Her cheek was pressed up to his shoulder and her lips almost touching his neck. She felt amazing so close to him.

But a beat later she had started moaning and crying softly. Damon frowned and sat up more, cradling her closer. He started rocking her in his arms and whispered soothing words in her ear.

Stefan noticed her wake up and glanced back at them. "Damon, is she okay?"

"I think so. She is just having another nightmare. I'll calm her down. Just focus on the road. The sooner we get there, the sooner we will all be able to breath easier and finally not be an open easy target."

Stefan nodded to him and saw him rocking her. She was whimpering but none of it sounded like words, just cries of fear. It was all because of him that she had all that fear in the first place. He looked back at them again after making sure he was still safe on the road where he should be. "Can you take it away Damon? Compel her not to dream about any of it? Do something, please brother."

Damon gave a half smile to his baby bro and nodded. He laid her down more in his lap, still keeping the jacket covering her and placed his one hand around her head. He dug it into her hair and closed his eyes.

He spoke in his mind, entering hers.

Lanie, angel. Come to me. Follow my voice.

He could feel her fear and yet he could not see what she was crying about. He just wanted to get her out of there.

Lanie, It's Damon. I'm here to help you. Find me baby, please. I'll take you away from the fear.

He could feel her coming with him as he was pulling her away from the nightmare. He linked with her mind and pulled her with him into the dream he had created for her…

Hey there. This is just more of a filler chapter. The dream sequence is next and its yummy!

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