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Elena's POV

I immediately gripped on nearby airplane seat as soon as the window was shot out, hearing the sounds of broken bones in the midst of the loud suction, but soon as the chaos started, it was over as quick.

I blinked several times to see that we were at some dingy motel, but snapped out my reverie when we all stared at Dean still screaming for dear life. Sam stepped forward tried to discreetly nudged Dean. Dean stopped screaming, looking up to Sam, who gave him a odd look. He gave a quick once over, before coughing gruffly. We all stood around awkwardly, looking back and forth between all of us.

"I need to go." I said simply, running my hands along my pockets, looking for my phone, only to find I didn't have it. "Fuck." I mumbled, heading towards the hotel room door, only to stop coming face to face with the trench coat wearing man from the plane.

"There's things that need to be discussed before you can go on your way." The cold blue eyes of the man narrowed down at me, exuding the power of one not to be tested.

As we held each other stare, Dean was the one to break silence immediately. "You damn right we have something to talk about! First Adam, now her! Anything else you want to drop on us." Dean snapped, brushing past to get into the man's face.

"Dean, this is probably not the time to address that elephant in the room. What we need to discuss another potential vessel and how to protect her from the demons." Sam said, glancing at me for a second.

I frowned, interrupting the three men. "First off, 'her' can protect herself. Second off, I have enough shit on plate to last three lifetimes. Whatever you three are mixed up in, I want no part of. Now excuse me, I really need to leave." I argued, pushing past the three men to head out of the motel. Where the hell am I? I rolled my eyes, hearing the footsteps following me outside.

"Ms. Gilbert, your world has already collided with our world so to speak. And if you have any chance of protecting that little boy, you are going to need all the pieces to do so." The trench man said, causing me to stop.

I sighed loudly, turning to face the three men. "Look, you get me to Beacon Hills, then we can talk on the way. I'm sure that plane crash is all over the news right now and I have to call my family before they go crazy." I said, making it very clear on my intentions.

Sam nodded, agreeing on my terms. "We can do that. Let Dean and I grab our bags and we can hit the road." Sam said, grabbing his brother to head back to the room.

"Castiel, lets talk." Dean barked, following after his brother as Castiel did the same. I sighed with relief just to have a moment to myself. I reached out for the wall, intense pain rushing through my head. I silently gasped, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping the pain will pass.

I blew out a low breath, the pain dissipating as fast as it came. I straighten up fast when I heard the door behind me close. "Ready?" I asked as I looked over to the three men, but Dean walked passed me, ignoring my presence.

"I take that as a yes, then." I mumbled, pushing from the wall to follow.

Sam walked along side of me, his figure towering over me. "Forgive him, it's been a long day for all of us." Sam explained, looking between the two of us.

I snorted, not meaning to. "Oh? I just thought something crawled up his ass and died." I joked, a small smile creeping at my lips.

Sam laughed, giving an expression that said 'Or that'. "He still recovering from the airplane. His biggest fear." Sam explained, but jumped when Dean back.

"Sammy, shut your pie hole or I swear on our father, I will take you to the nearest carnival and lock you in trailer with a clown." Dean snapped while walking up to a beautiful black car, a classic. A felt a pang of sadness as I thought about Damon's baby blue 1969 chevy camaro convertible. A small smile on my face as I remember him basically kidnapping me and going to Georgia.

Sam became flustered as he responded. "I'm- I'm not scared of clowns! There just creepy!" Sam countered, a slight pink rose on his cheeks, giving a look to Dean.

Dean scoffed as he popped the trunk. "Yes, because middle aged, overweight, high school drop out that dresses up in makeup is sooo scary!" Dean said as Sam met him in the back to toss their bags in there. At the same time they closed the trunk as looked at each other.

Sam said "Jerk." and Dean said without thinking, "Bitch" before they turned away from each other to head to their respective seats. Castiel, who I realize was still there went to the driver's passenger side behind Dean and took the seat behind Sam.

Feeling the rumbling purr as Dean started the Impala, he didn't waste any time to squeal out of motel parking lot and onto the road towards Beacon Hills.

We all sat in the car for complete silence, looking at the highways signs that was leading to Madison, Wi. The place we had left from was Bay Harbor, so just to assume we had a day to day and half drive ahead of us.

"Seeing that we all going to be stuck in this car for a while, maybe this will be the perfect time for someone to explain what's going on." I asked, initially looking at Castiel.

"The little boy that you are protecting is a direct descendant of the disciple Peter, the keeper of knowledge. What the bible details about Peter is on a smaller scale than what his true purpose of serving God's will. Peter was the first prophet." Castiel started off, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you seriously talking about-" I started to say, but cut off by Dean's harsh chuckle.

"God? Angels? The whole she-bang exist and you are sitting next to living proof. FYI, angels are dicks. No offense, Cas." Dean said, eyes on the road.

I gave Castiel a inquisitive look. "You are a… angel?" I said or asked unsurely, not believing the tax accountant was this ethereal being.

"Yes and the being you encountered on the plane was a demon. The witches that died to create a type of forcefield were all descendants of the apostles and generations were destined to protect the seal that can unleash Lucifer's army he will need to take over this universe, to make his own paradise." Castiel continued to explain.

"So is Stiles the seal?" I asked, brushing over the fact that the devil is apparently real.

"The boy is one of the keys. The Nemeton is the doorway of the ancient evil, soldiers that Lucifer created with his blood and grace." Castiel responded, looking out of the window.

I had a growing suspicion at his next answer to my question. "Is there five keys to the Nemeton?" I asked, hoping it wasn't the case.

"Yes. Fire, Water, Air, and Earth are the embodiment in which you gave birth to make this possible." Castiel said, which put me on defensive. Before I could retort, I was cut off.

"Birth? What do you mean by that?" Sam asked, turning in his seat. Dean remained focus on the road, but I saw the tenseness in his shoulders.

"Don't make it sound like I had any idea that this what this was going to turn into. Just yesterday, I was just dealing with two witches that want to kill me and now you saying I kicked off the apocalypse." I scoffed as I slouched in my seat, shaking my head.

"That wasn't my implication. This was meant to happen since the beginning of time. Lucifer has been using Esther as his tether to the other side and his catalyst. Consider everything you know about is a lie. Her soul purpose was to make a doppleganger and make vessels that was strong enough to hold the other four keys." Castiel said.

Frowning, I looked back his way. "What? Esther knew this was supposed to happen? Then, why did she try to kill Klaus?" I asked, information finally catching up to my comprehension.

"Only to steer his future to Ms. Marshall and Mr. Mikaelson to you." Castiel responded.

Im sure if I were able to look myself in the mirror, my jaw probably dropped to the floor. I rubbed at my forehead at the headache that for first time that wasn't being caused by magic. "So, what do these guys have to do with anything? Why am I here?" I finally asked.

"Besides being your brothers apparently, yeah thanks for that Cas for that bombshell, Sam and I are Heaven's suited monkeys." Dean grouched.

"What does that mean?" I asked, looking between the three men. Castiel looked to answer, before looking up to ceiling, tilting his head to the side.

"I have to go." Castiel announced. Dean stopped the abruptly, putting into park.

"Oh, don't even think-" But it was a moot, because Castiel disappeared in a blink of an eye, a light fluttering sound left behind. "DAMN IT! Fucking angels." Dean grumbled, smacking his hand against the steering wheel. We all sat in silence for about ten minutes, before Dean continued back down the highway.

Katherine's POV

"Call her again, Kat!" Stefan for the hundredth time in the last hour. I huffed in annoyance as I looked at him with a frown on my face. In between the calls from Caroline and breathing down my back from Stefan, I was close to snapping.

"Stefan, I just told you that her phone is not working, probably because it is currently being roasted in a big fiery metal pit along with Elena." I said sarcastically, knowing it was low blow, but I knew how to get Stefan to leave me alone for the moment. It was successful as Stefan glared at me before walking out the apartment.

"Thank god, I'm free!" I praised as I kicked my legs up on the table and turned on Netflix to continue to watch Mindhunters. My ears perked up as I heard Giles came out of the study, his nose stuck in a book once again.

"Stefan, I need to talk to you about the Nemeton." Giles looked up to look for Stefan, but found me. He looked on confuse, before focusing on me.

"Where is Stefan?" He asked, settling his book on the nearby table.

"Probably thinking about a million ways to kill me right now. Now shush, because this is the episode that Ford and Tench meet with Richard Speck." I said, turning my attention away.

I scowled at Giles when he snatches the remote from my hand, turning off the t.v. "How can you watch this… rubbish at a time like this? Your friend was involved in a plane crash and might be dead." He announced, taking off his glasses to clean them.

I rolled my eyes. "First off, not my friend. I barely like Elena. Second, she is not dead. I've been trying to kill her like… forever. She is resilient as a cockroach. Or maybe it is the fact that I still feel magical link that ties me to her tells me she is very much alive." I said, snatching the remote out of his hand to turn on the t.v. again.

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" Giles grouse, going back to his book.

I put on a innocent face, shrugging my shoulders. "Ooops, maybe it just slipped my mind." I teased. A chill went down my spine, leaving me breathless. I sat straight up, feeling icy fear that I haven't felt in a long time.

I looked down at my chest to see the glowing moonstone, but different from the last time it was glowing red. I was waiting for the out-of-body experience but it never came. "Giles, I have to find Stiles. He's in trouble." I got up, quickly vamping out of the apartment.

It was 1;30, so I knew for a fact that Stiles would be at school, so that was the first place to go. I vamped through streets until I came to the small elementary school. I sniffed the air to try locate his scent, but I didn't wait long to hear his screams coming from the north in the woods. Not wasting anytime, I vamped in the woods. Spotting two men, one of them had Stiles across their shoulder. Using my strength, I threw the man that was empty handed into a tree a few yards away, hearing his bones fracture from the impact.

The man startled, looking around as I disappeared to come around on his other side. He turned around to run, but stopped when he saw me. I caught his eyes in my gaze, proceeding to compel him.

"Put the boy on the ground, now." I ordered. The man made the gesture to put Stiles down, but pulled out a gun and shot me. I hissed as I felled backwards onto the ground, clutching my stomach, feeling the wood splinter in my wound.

"Kat, no!" Stiles cried, wiggling his hardest to try to loosen the grip on him. Not letting that hindering me, I sped away from the man, but close enough I could see them.

"I swear I would put a bullet in his head if you come any closer." The man growled, moving backwards as his finger stayed on the trigger. I ran my hand in the dirt, grabbing a small rock. I tossed it in my hand to determine it was a good weight. Without another thought, I whipped the small rock at the man's face, breaking his nose. He dropped Stiles out of pain.

Distracted enough, I pounced on the man, breaking his hand so he would drop the gun. I smelled the traces of vervain in his blood that oozed out of his nose. "Stiles, are you okay?" I asked as he rolled over onto his back.

"I'm okay. You're bleeding!" Stiles exclaimed as he crawled over to me. I grabbed his small hand to keep him from touching. I looked him in eye, so he knew I was serious.

"Stiles, I need you to listen to me. I want you to go behind that tree, put your hands over your ears and don't peek. Can you do that?" I asked. He looked to my wound with worry in his eyes. "I promise to let you patch me up after I'm done, okay?" I appealed to him.

He gave a little nod, before getting up and going over behind a tree, disappearing from my sight. Once I was satisfied, I twisted the man's hand again, hearing him scream. "Who sent you?" I asked.

The man grunted in pain. "Please… I only did this… to save my family." The man said with fear laced eyes.

"I. Don't. Care! Don't make me answer again!" I growled, snapping his kneecap. He howled in pain, writhing under my weight. I grabbed his neck to keep his head still. "I want a name! Esther or Dahlia?" I growled.

He was breathing in pants, spittle coating his lips. "Lil-Lilith sent me." He said.

"Who is Lilith? What do she look like?" I asked frustrated that another player was in the game. Who was this little boy?

"A demon with white eyes! A demon could be anybody! That's all I know! Please, don't kill me!" He pleaded, his shaky hand clasping on my that was around his neck.

I smiled deviously. "Sorry, you have the wrong doppelganger." I snapped his neck, his cries stopping instantly. I sighed with relief feeling the splinters working their way out. I got up and dragged the dead man a few trees over for later, but I had get Stiles back to school before the Sheriff Stilinski show up.

I walked over to Stiles, who curled into a ball, hands over his ears. His eyes were closed so tight, the eyelids were pale in contrast to his face. I squatted down and rubbed his shoulder, rousing him from his position. His hazel eyes fell on me with relief.

"Is the bad man gone?" He asked meekly, holding onto my wrist.

I gave comforting smile as I brushed his hair. "Yes, he won't ever bother you again. Come on, let's get you back to school." I said as I picked him up, his legs linking around my waist. I pressed a hand on his upper back for comfort.

He mumbled, "I'm sorry you got hurt because of me." Stiles tucked his head into my neck as he started to cry. I knew he was mostly stressed from the days events for his breakdown.

"Stiles, I didn't get hurt because of you. That man was bad and bad people hurt others. And you are not bad, okay. You wanted to help me and that make you good in my book. Do you believe me?" All I got in response was small nod, but nothing more.

Looking at the time on my watch, I had to hurry. Without another choice, I vamped back to Beacon Hills Elementary, stopping on the edge line of the woods. "Stiles, we are back." I whispered, setting him on his feet.

I kneeled in front of him, sad at what I had to do. "Stiles, look at me." I ordered. His hazel eyes looked me in my own. I proceeded to compel him. "Stiles, you ran off in the woods, because you were upset about your mom. There was no bad men and I wasn't here. You were just playing and came back to school on your own. Now, go ahead and go back to school." Stiles nodded with a glazed look, before turning around and headed back to school.

I stayed to watch him get safely back into school. I pulled out my phone to call Stefan, who picked up on the first ring. "Katherine, what happened? Giles said you left in a hurry." Stefan said with concern.

"We might have a new problem named Lilith. I'll be back until I'm sure that Stiles safely back with Sheriff Stilinski." I explained, becoming hyper aware.

"Lilith? Who is she?" Stefan questioned.

"All I got was that she is a white eyed demon and she could be whoever. There was no mention of Dahlia or Esther. So either he didn't know or we have a new enemy." I answered back.

"He?" Stefan said with confusion. "You know what? Try to make it back as soon as you can." Stefan countered with a sigh.

Elena's POV

My eyes drooped with tiredness, body cramped from sitting in the same spot. Dean and Sam's voices lingered in the background. The sun was barely peeking on the horizon. My gums were aching really bad, I needed blood bad.

"Dean, when we get into the next city, I need you to go to the hospital." I said, adjusting my body once again.

I saw his frown in the rear view mirror. "Are you hurt? Why didn't you say anything?" He asked. Sam turned in his seat, his floppy brown hair shifted to the side as he tried to get a good look at me.

"I can patch you up if you need me to." Sam offered politely, but I just shook my head.

"It's not that. It's… personal." I countered. I wasn't really comfortable revealing what I am just quite yet or the fact I stuck in a car with hunters at that. Sam frowned at that, trying to understand the situation.

Dean went argued, but startled Sam and I when I heard a "Oh, shit!" I wasn't able to see what caused a reaction, because the next thing I felt like my body was being ripped apart. Glass shattered and the sound of metal on metal screeched in my ears. The Impala landed with an impact, causing my head smash into the window, feeling glass pricking my skin.

Before my vision blackened, I heard heartbreaking bellow that would make any person's hair stand up. "SAAAAM!"