Bonnie huffs as she breaks her spell. She couldn't find a way around the spell that was blocking her. She just didn't understand what kind of spell the witches were using. She hated to admit it but she needed help. She glances quickly in Damon's direction. He had been oddly quiet since he hugged her. She looks away as he catches her eye. She hates this. She hates how awkward things are. She hates how she's thinking more about Damon's feelings towards her instead of how to save her friends. "How's it going?" He asks while folding his arms.
"Nothing's working." She says, trying to remain calm. "I don't even know what spell their using."
"So what now? Are you gonna call the hunters?"
She thinks for a moment, weighing the option. Sam, Dean, and Castiel would be helpful in this situation, but she didn't want to involve them. This wasn't their fight and she didn't want to put them in any unnecessary risks. She shakes her head. "No, I don't want them involved in this."
His face twists in surprise. "Trouble in paradise?"
She rolls her eyes before grabbing her keys. "I don't want them involved in this. At least not until I've exhausted our other options."
"Which are?" He asks impatiently.
"I'll think of something. I'm going home to look through my grimoires. You should call Liz and ask if there have been any new people around here." She leaves after he gives her a quick nod. Driving back to her home, she thinks about what other spells she could use against them. She spends a significant time looking through her grimoires at home.
She's finally about to give up and call the Winchesters when her phone rings. She scrambles to find it, assuming that the caller was Damon. She answers without looking down at the phone. She continues to stare at the book as she talks. "I haven't found anything, but I'm looking."
"Bonnie," The broken and sobbing voice of Caroline answers.
She nearly drops the phone as she tenses. "Caroline, where are you?" She asks urgently. "Are you okay?"
"Bonnie you have to go. It's a –" Caroline's words are cut off by a scream.
Hearing the sound causes Bonnie's blood to boil. The idea of someone hurting her best friend makes her want to kill. A new voice comes on the phone, and she immediately recognizes it. "Hello, Bonnie."
"Aja, Wh-What are doing to my friends?" She asks, her voice filled with surprise and anger.
"The vampires shouldn't be your main concern." She pauses and Caroline's screams subside. "I heard very interesting news, Bonnie. My coven and I know you're under the influence of Silas. We know that you were one of the ones to free him."
Her eyes widen as she listens. She is struck speechless by Aja's news. "No, listen…"
She's cut off by Aja's voice. "And the best part is we heard it from a demon. A filthy, black eyed abomination."
The green eyed witch frowns. The demon she spoke of had to be Crowley. She had to convince Aja she was on her side. "Crowley is the demon that is working with Silas." She states. "I'm trying to kill them both. Silas did have control over me for a while, but I broke it. I'm in control now."
"You're using expression magic. I can't take any risks with you." Bonnie frowns at the statement. She wants to ask the meaning of her words when Aja talks again. "I am truly sorry to put you in this position."
"What position?"
She hears the other witch sigh heavily. "You have an hour to get to the woods before I kill your friends. Come alone; no vampire friends or your new hunter buddies."
"Wait-" Her pleads go unheard as Aja slams her phone shut, ending the call. Bonnie holds the phone to her ear for a moment after before hanging up. She forces herself not to panic. Caroline, Elena, and Stefan didn't need her panicking. Their lives were in danger and it was her fault. She started this when she started to use expression. When she helped free Silas. She rises from her spot and makes her way to her car.
She couldn't call Damon to help her. She definitely wouldn't call the Winchesters. Aja knew about them, probably another thing to thank Crowley for. She was gonna obey the older witch and go alone. She couldn't fight them off. She couldn't even overpower their counter spell. She nervously looks to the clock to find out how much time she has left. The day has gone by entirely too fast. It would be night in just a few hours. She realizes she had no time to second think her decision. She didn't know what Aja had in store for her, but she had no other choice except to meet her. She takes a breath to calm herself down. She starts to cautiously make her way to the woods.
The usual ten minute drive to the woods takes half an hour because of her reluctance. She climbs out of her car alert and prepared. She scans the outside for any signs of Aja or her coven. Seeing nothing but the usual foliage, she starts to take cautious steps around. She makes a vain attempt to reach out to her friends again. After failing, she pulls her cell out and dials Aja's number. Before she hits call a voice rings from behind her. "Bonnie," She spins around and faces Aja.
"Where are my friends?" She asks in a steady voice. "You wanted me here and I am, so tell me where they are."
"You're very brave to be so young. Your mother was right." She complements in a stoic tone.
Bonnie looks around as if she's searching for someone. "Is she here?"
"No, this is witch business. Your mother has been told to stay away," Malice is added to her voice as she speaks of Abby.
Bonnie feels a pinch of anger as Aja talks about her mom. Her jaw tightens as she regards the other witch. "Where are my friends?" She repeats just as steadily as before.
"I have no interest in them. I'll release them once we're done with you."
Bonnie was starting to get annoyed with Aja's cryptic words. "What does that mean? What are you planning to do?"
"We need to stop Silas."
"I'm the only one who can stop him." She insists sincerely. "I'm gonna kill him."
Aja shakes her head with what seems to be pity. "He's got you so deep already we can't trust you."
"But you trust a demon?" Bonnie asks disbelievingly. "I am not the enemy."
"You're the witch Silas wants. The one he's prepared." She counters. "If we're gonna eliminate him. We have to eliminate you first."
Realization dawns on Bonnie, but she feels little surprise. Before she can react, or even attempt to do anything, a hand covers her face. She instantly remembers the feeling from when Abby tried this on her. The scream dies on her lips as her world fades away.
Damon huffs as he thinks of all the places he rather be right now. Drinking in a bar, feeding on some random local, bathing in a tub filled with vervain. Instead he stands outside a room that belonged to the Winchesters. Bonnie had been gone for a few hours and hasn't been answering her damn phone. With one last defeating sigh, he knocks on the door. He hears rustling inside and a few voices. The older Winchester opens the door slowly. Damon smirks as he sees Dean's gun behind his back. "You're not room service." The hunter says, stowing his gun away.
"Obviously," Damon answers back. "I'm looking for someone. Green eyes, dark hair, judgmental and witchy."
"Bonnie?" He asks in surprise. "She's not here."
Damon was afraid that he'd say that. He rolls his eyes as he swears, "Dammit." He turns to walk away.
"Wait," Dean calls and runs out after with Sam not too far behind. "Is she in trouble?"
Damon stops to face the two hunters. He shrugs sarcastically. "Nah, she always disappearing off the face of the earth at the worst times."
"We saw her this morning." Sam states. "Do you think something happened to her?"
Damon stalls for a moment. Bonnie was willing to trust these guys, but that didn't mean he was. He realizes there no one else to really turn to. Stefan's gone, Bonnie's gone, Alaric dead and Klaus is an ass. He needed help and apparently his answer was going to be the Winchesters. "Someone kidnapped my brother, Elena, and Caroline. Bonnie and I were trying to find out who. She says they were taken by a coven. I haven't heard from her in a few hours."
Dean and Sam both froze as they took in the information. Dean recovers first. "You think they have her?" His voice was cracks as his anger rises.
"I don't know." Damon confesses. The two brothers turn to go back into their room. Damon reluctantly follows behind them.
"Cas!" Dean calls out.
Damon narrows his eyes in confusion. He starts to think Bonnie wasn't thinking clearly when it came to these guys. A flapping noise behind him causes him to spin around. Castiel stands behind him with a confused look as he stares back. "What's going on?"
"Bonnie's missing." Sam answers. "We think a coven took her and her friends."
"What's the vampire doing here?" Cas asks looking at Damon suspiciously.
"I also go by Damon." He says returning his gaze back to the brothers.
"He's here to help." Dean says with uncertainly. "Do you think you can find her?"
"No," Cas answers simply.
"No?" Sam and Dean echo simultaneously. Damon rolls his eyes. He suddenly feels he's in that parent trap movie. Dean spares a glance to Sam before continuing. "What do you mean no?"
"I can't sense her." He clarifies. "I can't feel her."
"Like she's…" Sam starts, but trails off at the idea. Dean and Damon shoot him a look that tells him not to suggest it.
"Dead?" Castiel asks. Three pairs of eyes turn to him with sharp looks. "I don't think so. It's more likely she's unconscious."
Damon closes his eyes in relief. He vaguely hears Dean let out a shaky breath. "So what do we do?"
The four men stay silent as they think of a solution. Sam brings everyone out of their thoughts as he moves to grab his laptop. He plops down as he opens it. He looks up hopefully at Damon. "Did she have her cell on her?"
Damon shrugs, obviously confused. "I guess."
Dean and Castiel go to stand on both sides of the bed. They look on the screen as Sam furiously types. "If she does have her phone on her and we can track it. We find Bonnie." Dean explains without looking up.
Damon is almost impressed by them. Almost. "What the hell are you guys? James Bond's next generation?"
"We're just good at what we do." Dean shoots back. Sam continues typing, concentrating hard on the screen. Dean's thoughts go to Bonnie. He's having a hard time not blaming himself for Bonnie's disappearance. He should have stayed with her. He shouldn't have given her an invitation to their screwed up family. He knows that Bonnie's life wasn't exact peach pie, but she really didn't need Winchester luck bringing her down.
"Found her," Sam states, still typing away.
"Let's go, then." Damon suggest, turning to make his way out of the door.
"Hold on, Dracula." Dean says, successfully halting Damon. "We can't just run there without a plan."
"Yeah," He shrugs carelessly. "Says who?"
"Me. We can't go in half-assed and get ourselves killed. We don't know how many witches have her."
"So what?" Damon questions not seeing the hunter's point. Those damn witches had his brother. They had Bonnie. Weren't they supposed to be protecting her? "The four of us should be enough to kill them." There were two hunters, a vampire, and a freaking angel. It sounds like one of those lame walks-into-a-bar jokes, but witches couldn't have been a match for that.
"And if we're not?" Dean shoots back. Damon glares back at him, and he returns it full on. He couldn't let the vampire's recklessness cost Bonnie her life. Dean had a feeling that the reason Mystic Falls' biggest baddies were still walking around because Damon always wanted to take the lead without a plan. That wasn't the Winchester way, and if Damon didn't like it he could go fall on a stake. "Either you help us find a good, sensible way to save Bonnie, or you let the door hit your undead ass on the way out."
Damon's fangs itch to be released. Dean Winchester was grating on his last nerve. The angel straightens up and narrows his eyes at him. The sight reminds Damon of an attack dog. He had no idea what Castiel could do to a vampire, but he wasn't daring enough to find out. He forces himself to calm down. He has to focus. No matter how much he hated it, the only way to save everyone was by forming this unholy alliance. "What did you have in mind?"
A/N: So this chapter took so long. The Unholy Alliance is sort of hard to write for some reason. Maybe I just need someone to yell at me to get me to focus better.