VDSPN song fics Chapter 4: Car Crash, a Supernatural + Vampire Diaries Crossover fanfic

A/N: Okay, here is the Damon/Dean fic I promised! I don't think I liked it much, but I managed to find a song. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Car Crash- Matt Nathanson

Damon/Dean

I'm wide awake and so alive.
Ringing like a bell.
Tell me this is paradise.
And not someplace I fell,
'Cause I keep on fallin' down.

Dean Winchester was dead. He could remember the Hell hound's claws tare apart his skin and all the blood on his body. But, all he sees is a flat field, or what was used to be a field. The trees seemed to have flattened against the ground, like some sort of bomb went off.

Was this paradise?

Dean huffed a little at the thought, if it is, it's been definitely overrated.

I wanna feel a car crash.
I wanna feel a capsize.
I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop.
'Til I'm satisfied.
I wanna feel a car crash,
'Cause I'm dyin' on the inside.
I wanna let go and know.
That I'll be alright, alright.

Dean wondered if he really was dead. Because there wasn't much proof that he was still dead.

I mean, where's Dad? Mom?

All he saw was a road, some really flat, hot area, and a cross where, supposedly, he was buried. He pinched himself, stopping when he felt the sting. No, he didn't all just dream this up.

That he wasn't going to just wake up, Sam laugh at him and then they would leave to go hunt a ghost or something.
What the hell is this?

Push me 'til I have to fly.
I've shed my skin, my scars.
Take me deep out past the lights.
Where nothing dims these stars.
Nothing dims these stars.

Damon Salvatore sucked in a breath, opening his eyes and sitting up in the wet grass, feeling around his chest for the bullet wound. Where is it?

He huffed, looking around, confused. He remembered teaming up with his brother to free his love- no their love. Then, a gunshot and pain. The last thing he remembered was his brother calling his name, then he blacked out.

He died.

Damon looked up as someone approached him, Emily Bennett looked down at him.

" Am I dead?"

She shook her head, " not entirely."

I wanna feel a car crash.
I wanna feel a capsize.
I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop.
'Til I'm satisfied.
I wanna feel a car crash.
'Cause I'm dyin' on the inside.
I wanna let go and know.
That I'll be alright, alright.

Damon looked down at the blue water. The truth was, this place was peaceful. But, Damon's heart was heavy.

It's all Stefan's fault. Damon thought angrily, if he hadn't have ran to father about Katherine, she wouldn't be dead. I wouldn't be dead.

He stretched his arms out, his bones and muscles stiff and sore. He wondered what was going on, was he a full vampire now or what?

Damon didn't like that idea. That he would have to spend eternity without Katherine. Without the love of his life.

He decided at the moment that he wouldn't live anymore. That he wouldn't feed to complete the change.

So right.
It's all wrong.
I'm wide awake and so alive.

Dean looked up at the man. He had him pinned to the wall, Dean, his shotgun pressed against the man's torso.

" You think that can kill me?"

Dean smirked, " abso-fucking-lutely, asshat." He felt the man's hand press harder on his neck. He chuckled,

" you must be mistaken."

Dean shook his head, " no. I've dealt with bigger bitches than a vampire. Trust me."

The vampire growled, " you have a death wish?"

" I've died before, I can take you."

Damon seemed to freeze, his brow creasing. What did he mean that he died before?

" Are you a vampire?"

The shorty under him, laughed. " Oh, don't you wish."

Damon was growing tired of his attitude. He felt his eyes change and his fangs sprout forth. Then he felt the gunshot against his torso. Damon backed up, slumping against the wall with the force of it. The man shot him again. Damon must have been seeing things because he could've sworn he saw his father standing there, gun aimed towards him. Damon growled, earning another shot to his chest.

The man standing before him seemed to grow irritated. " These are silver, why aren't you dieing?"

Damon chuckled, " only wooden bullets."

The man seemed to stand there. He cussed to himself, Damon didn't admit that the silver seemed to affect him slightly.

The man looked up as someone hollered something down the alleyway.

" Dean!"

Dean looked down at Damon, a smirk playing at his lips. " Looks like I'm the one that got away." He said before walking down the alleyway, leaving Damon to reminisce about something for a few minutes before getting up and heading back to the boarding house.

I'm losing my touch.