Chapter 8: It's Hard Letting Go

A/N: So I've been having some trouble knowing where to go next but I gave it my best shot, here it is. Also, I've made up the setting of some rooms in the bunker like the kitchen which I'm assuming they have.

The title for this chapter is inspired by Silhouettes by Of Monsters and Men.

The next day, the two boys were sitting at the black bar stools at the kitchen counter inside the bunker. It was about midday and the two were only just having their morning meal. They'd decided subconsciously that they would have a late morning considering they had gotten knocked around by a pair of werewolves which Sam had managed to kill single-handedly. A comfortable silence had settled around the room as the two shoved mouthfuls of milk and cereal into their mouths. Sam had nothing on his mind besides what was in front of him, but Dean, Dean had a lot more on his mind that breakfast. Different thoughts of course. Different thoughts which revolved around a certain original vampire. At the forefront of his mind was the moment they shared the previous night. He had been trying his best to avoid her since then which proved to be easy considering the fact that he was asleep the entire day and seeing that she had not made an appearance, as far as he could tell, she was too.

"Morning," a tired voice spoke up from behind the hunters as said girl entered the room. Speak of the devil.

"Hey, Kat," Sam attempted to sound enthusiastic but the fatigue in his voice overpowered it.

Dean made no effort to greet her only staring down at his cereal desperately trying to avoid contact with her glasz eyes. As his mind began to kick in, he realised the stupidity of his behaviour. What was he? Fourteen years old? No. He was freaking Dean Winchester. When had he ever acted like this around a girl? Let alone a vampire? Plus, he had slept with her, what's there to possibly–

"Dean?" A feminine voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" His head snapped up to meet the exact gaze he was avoiding.

"How's your chest?" The girl questioned, glancing down at his clothed upper body.

"My chest?"

"Yea, the chest that had a nasty gash on it which I stitched up for you. Last night ring any bells?"

"Oh right, that chest," he replied, the cockiness returning to his demeanour, "It's actually not doing so well, mind checking it out for me one more time?"

This earned him a pointed glare from the girl before she gave him a light smirk before going to the fridge to dig through the contents. Grabbing a blood bag – AB positive – she returned to the counter at which the two Winchesters were seated at.

"So–" Katalina attempted to spark up a conversation only to be interrupted by the ringing of her phone that was placed on the marble counter.

Glancing down, she picked it up. Unknown caller.

"Hello?"

"Katalina. Such a pleasure to hear your voice again."

"Esther?" The surprise in her voice was obvious. Katalina had a lot of respect for the original witch, she was a mother figure for her since her birthmother had passed away.

"Yes, darling."

"Why are you calling?"

"Well I was thinking, and I began to realise that our family has caused so much distress in this town, I was thinking that maybe we should make peace."

"Alright?"

"We are having a ball and I want you to join us."

"You mean back in Mystic Falls?" With that note, the two boys sitting opposite her tensed up.

"Yes."

"No way. I'm sorry Esther but Klaus–"

"Klaus will not lay a finger on you as long as I am here."

Katalina didn't respond.

"You can trust me, Katalina," Esther continued, trying her best to persuade the girl, "After all, we are family."

She hated when Esther did this. No matter how much respect she had for her, Esther could be a manipulative bitch and right now she was pulling the guilt card. I saved your life. I gave you immortality. Isn't it time that you pay me back?

A long pause.

"Fine."

A/N: So it's a bit of a short one but I just wanted to give an update and make a bridge for the next chapter.