AN: Hey guys, I know that some of you aren't going to like this but I had to bring back the drama. I know that many of you enjoyed the fluff and wanted more, but this is a hurt/comfort/drama fic. As everyone knows a relationship has its ups and downs, highs and lows so this fic will reflect that just with the drama and circumstances amplified (soap opera like). And the same can be said with Caroline's drug addiction. I wanted to show how the drugs are affecting her as a person and in her relationships with others, specifically Bonnie. Well enough of all this. Enjoy!

I do not own anything in regards to the Vampire Diaries

"What is wrong with you…why are you acting like this? You're acting like…like…" Bonnie trailed off shaking her head.

Dean was acting like he had feelings for her or something, but Bonnie didn't want to say that because she knew she had to be totally misconstruing the situation. Dean Winchester couldn't possibly have feelings for her. It was ridiculous to even think that, but his eyes and the way he touched her said something different. No, this couldn't possibly be right; it was all in her head...she was imagining things.

Dean's eyes seemed to bore right into her, his gaze unbearably intense. "Finish it Bonnie, I'm acting like what?" he challenged.

Bonnie dropped her eyes, not being able to take the heat of his stare. "No."

Dean stood still, knowing that if he made one move towards her, she'd flee. He could practically see her heart beating out of her chest, she was breathing so hard. She knew. And he was going to let her know that he knew that she knew. "This afternoon, when we caught each other's eyes, why did you turn away from me…what did you see Bonnie?"

Bonnie shut her eyes, shaking her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." She lied.

"Come on now Bonnie, you remember…Damon had just scored the winning touchdown and you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he carried you off the field and then you looked up at me and your pretty green eyes widened…and for what…what did you see on my face…in my eyes that had you turning away."

Bonnie got angry. "Stop it! I don't know what game you are trying to play, but it stops now. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt because I know you've been drinking, but you are taking things too far and I don't like it."

For once, Dean's face wasn't impassive. "I'm not playing any games with you Bonnie. And as for the alcohol, it doesn't lower my inhibitions or make me act out of character. The only thing it does is level me out in a way that makes me more tolerable around others."

So in other words, he wasn't drunk. Everything he was saying to her was in a sober mind. Bonnie knew she had to put I stop to this right now. "Let's get something very clear, Damon is my husband and I love him, so if I did anything to give you the wrong impression then I'm sorry…but I don't have eyes for anyone else… it will always be Damon. Are we clear Dean?" Bonnie said, firmly.

Dean couldn't help but smile, even if it was somewhat sad. Bonnie had firmly put him in his place yet again. And he had to respect that. He wouldn't have expected anything less from her. Bonnie was nothing like Elena. "You didn't do anything to encourage me Bonnie and I won't have you thinking that you did. I apologize for my impropriate behavior. I promise you it won't happen again."

"What won't happen again?" Damon said walking up from behind them.

Bonnie froze, her heart leaping into her throat .

Damon came up behind Bonnie, snaking his arms possessively around her tiny waist; his chin resting on top of her head.

Dean's eyes briefly lowered to Bonnie's tense face before flickering back up Damon. "That's between me and her." He said, with an edge to his voice.

Bonnie felt Damon tense behind her. He let go of her and got in Dean's face. "Now that… my friend… was the wrong fucking answer."

Dean sneered. "What's wrong Damon, your wife can't have a conversation with anyone other than you?"

Damon's nostrils flared. "Bonnie is free to speak with anyone she chooses…that's not the problem…the problem is your fucking mouth…you better remember who the fuck you work for Dean before you find yourself earning minimum wage working on the docks."

Dean scoffed. "Just admit it Damon, you've been wanting to get rid of me since the day you came back ...haven't you? What's wrong, you having a guilty conscience or something? Or are you just paranoid as fuck because you think I'm going to go after Bonnie like you went after Elena? But no one could really blame me, could they...after all turnabout is fair play."

Damon saw red and without warning, he punched the hell out of Dean, knocking him to the ground. Dean turned his head to the side, spitting out blood and a tooth. He looked up at Damon. "That's all you got rich boy?" He taunted, getting to his feet.

Bonnie grabbed Damon by his arm, trying to pull him away. "No, no, let's go…please let's go!"

Damon pushed Bonnie off of him. "Bonnie get out the way!" he yelled, keeping his eyes on Dean.

Bonnie started to cry because she couldn't believe that this was actually happening. They were really going to fight. She felt so helpless not knowing what to do and began to panic. But then her mind cleared and Bonnie frantically ran up to the house to get some help.

No sooner had Damon pushed Bonnie out of the way, Dean charged him, knocking Damon to the ground. Damon groaned as the wind got knocked out of him when all of Dean's weight landed on him. Dean quickly took advantage of the situation and grabbed Damon by his shirt, punching him in the face. It was the most gratifying feeling. Dean had waited a long time to rearrange this fucker's pretty face.

Benito made it a point to teach his boys how to fight because he knew what they'd be up against. Benito was old school, to him there was no such thing as a fair fight. He believed in fighting dirty and that's how he taught his boys. But out of his three boys, Damon was by far the dirtiest fighter, using any and everything at his disposal. Damon was that guy who'd use a broken beer bottle as a weapon if it came down to it. It may have been a character flaw, but Damon Salvatore never lost a fight. So when Dean had the upper hand, Damon had no choice but to use what he had, his spit. Dean was about to punch Damon for the second time when Damon spit into his eyes, blinding Dean. Dean automatically reached up to touch his eyes, making the mistake of letting go of Damon and Damon head butted him. Dean fell backwards, landing hard on his back, groaning. And Damon jumped on top of him and began wailing hard on Dean, giving hard swift angry punches to anywhere Dean was open and vulnerable. Damon had lost control, continuing to punch Dean until someone pulled him off. But that didn't stop Damon who used his foot to stomp down hard onto Dean's knee cap.

"DAMONE! He's had enough! He's had enough!" Felix yelled, struggling to keep his hold on his enraged brother who was seconds away from breaking free.

Damon broke free from Felix, grabbing a handful of dirt off the ground and shoved it into Dean's bloody face, some of it getting into his mouth. Dean choked as some of the dirt went down his windpipe, but that didn't stop Damon who grabbed the barely conscious man by his hair, lifting his head up off the ground. "That's all you got, motherfucker?" he taunted.

Dean groaned.

And Damon, being every bit his father's son, was about to give Dean one last parting shot, an uppercut to the face, when someone pulled him off Dean.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME!" Damon fumed, trying to break free, but this person was strong, having an iron clad grip on Damon's arms. This wasn't Felix.

Antonia had been downstairs when Bonnie ran into the house telling them about the fight. Antonia knew how Damon was when he got into a fight and knew that Felix wouldn't be able to handle him so she got little Moe on the line and ordered him to go break up the fight. She prayed that neither Damon nor Dean were seriously hurt and that little Moe got there in time before any real damage was done. But it was way to late by then.

"Damon! You have to calm down or I won't let you go man!" little Moe warned.

"Fine! I'm calm…I'm calm…so let go of me...I'm alright now...it's over with." Damon said evenly.

Little Moe let Damon go, and Damon paced back and forth like a caged tiger. Little Moe strategically placed himself in between Damon and Dean's supine body just in case Damon decided he wasn't finished.

Bonnie went against Antonia's wishes and made her way back down to the gazebo. She just couldn't wait up at the house; she had to see if Damon was alright. Bonnie had never witnessed a true gritty fight or any type of real violence up close and personal before, things like that she only saw on television, so what happened tonight was a first for her. When she cleared the path and saw Damon walking back and forth, seemingly okay, Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go to him when she saw Dean's bloody, injured body lying on the ground and no one trying to help him.

Bonnie ran over to him, kneeling down and up close Dean injuries were much worse. "Why are y'all just standing there, call an ambulance…he needs help!" she screamed, trying to find Dean's pulse.

Damon whipped his head around and saw Bonnie kneeling down over Dean and he fucking lost it. Damon roughly grabbed Bonnie, pulling her up. "What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted into her face.

Bonnie tried to pull away. "Let go of me…he needs help…why isn't anyone helping him…he could be dying!" Bonnie screamed, not realizing that she was crying.

Damon's hands tightened painfully around her arms. "Go back to the house Bonnie!" Damon gritted out.

Bonnie pushed at his chest, trying to get free. "No, someone has to help him! You just can't stand here and let him die!"

Damon shook her. "Bonnie! Go to the fucking house now or I swear to gawd!"

Felix and little Moe intervened, grabbing a hold of Damon's arms. "Damon! Let her go man! Damon, let her go!" little Moe shouted. Damon let her go and Felix pulled Bonnie away, taking her back to the house. "No!" Bonnie cried. "You can't just let him lay there and die…call the ambulance!"

When they got to the house, Bonnie ran to Antonia, praying that she would help. "Dean is lying down there bleeding to death and no one is helping him…please we have to call an ambulance." Bonnie pleaded to the older woman.

Antonia held Bonnie's crying face in her hands. "Bonnie, listen to me I'm going to need for you to calm down okay…I'm going to get Dean some help, and everything will be fine but I need you to calm down, alright." She said soothingly.

Bonnie sniffled, nodding her head.

Antonia continued her soothing tone, trying to calm her. "Now Bonnie, I want you to go upstairs and wait in your room alright…can you do that for me?"

Bonnie nodded her head again, being cooperative now that someone was going to do something to help Dean. Antonia sighed, as she went to her husband's office to make a very important phone call. She needed to call in a favor, a huge fucking favor.

Bonnie dutifully went to her room, pacing back and forth, waiting to hear the ambulance sirens, but ten then fifteen minutes went by and nothing. Two minutes later, Damon walked into the bedroom. Bonnie ran to him. "What's going on? Why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet…it's been almost twenty minutes?" she said.

Damon ignored her, taking off his bloodied shirt and walking into the bathroom. Bonnie followed behind him. "Damon, what happened? What's going on with Dean?"

Damon remained silent, washing the blood off his hands.

Bonnie stood by the door, not understanding why he wasn't saying anything. "Damon!"

Damon finally turned to look at her, his eyes blazing. "What?"

Bonnie jumped. "I-I just wanted to know how Dean is." She said, lowly.

Damon got in her face. "Dean…? What the fuck about me? I'm your fucking husband Bonnie! Me! Me! Not fucking Dean Winchester!" he yelled, beating his chest.

Bonnie took a step back, tears filling her eyes. "I know that! It's just…it's just…"

"It's just what Bonnie?" he yelled, advancing upon her.

Bonnie continued to back away from. "Why are you acting like this?" she screamed.

Damon's eyes got wild. "I'm acting like this because I'm trying to figure out why the fuck you are acting like this! Why are you so upset and crying over Dean? Exactly what the fuck is going on between the two of you? Why were you outside in the dark with him?"

Bonnie was flabbergasted. She was speechless. He couldn't possibly be serious. "W-What are you saying?"

Damon's jaw ticked. "What I'm saying is why the fuck was Dean so fucking smug moments before I beat his ass? Have you been fucking around with him behind my back?"

Bonnie inhaled sharply. "NO! How could you even think something like that?"

Damon sneered. "Because you're a woman and you're all the same."

Bonnie felt like she'd been slapped. She lifted her chin. "I'm nothing like Elena and you know it."

Damon reached out, sweeping her hair to the side. "For both our sakes, I hope so because I'll be damned if you turn out like her."