A/N: Welcome to the second chapter of this story. Just letting you know that I had no idea at about what time to set this story in regards to what seasons, but I think I have an idea. So, basically, I've set this story in the summer between season two and three for The Vampire Diaries and sometime in season five for Supernatural.

Summary: What if Elena woke up in a motel room, two unfamiliar men watching over her? Sam and Dean find a passed out Elena Gilbert in the middle of the road, her cellphone and a wallet the only possessions on her person. All she remembers is her name and age, nothing about her life before the motel room or why a there was a wound on her neck. She soon takes on the life of a hunter with Sam and Dean. She is sure that she would never remember what happened to her, that is, until an interesting case falls into their laps.

Adventures In Amnesia.

Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries Crossover.

Chapter Two.

Elena hated sitting around. She kept getting the feeling that she needed to be up and doing something, but she could barely stand and hobble into the kitchenette for a glass of water without help doing so. If she could barely do that, there was no way that she would be able to just get up and head off to where she needed to go.

Wherever that is.

There's something odd about both Sam and Dean, though Elena can't quite put her finger on it. She can't remember a thing about what happened to her a night ago, and the two brothers didn't stop asking. Sam was more supportive, while Dean seemed to just want more answers. Elena wanted to hurt him sometimes, sprained ankle be damned.

But, she kept to herself. She usually surfed through her phone until it was low battery. She read over the texts she received, new and old, yet nothing seemed to spark anything. She looked through the photos, and all she saw were strangers. Yet, the Elena in the photos seemed to know them.

Her phone had died a few minutes before, and Elena was now stuck with the crappy motel television. She wondered why Sam and Dean seemed to be out doing things all the time. At the moment, the two of them were outside the motel room. The door was open, the night's cool air filtering into the room.

Elena's curiosity got the better of her and she hobbled over towards the door, stopping just a few steps away from the door and pressed herself against the wall when she could hear their voices.

"We can't keep her in here forever." The voice was rough, Dean's. "We just finished a hunt, we need to move on to the next one."

"I know, Dean," Sam's voice hit Elena's ears, "But, where is she going to go? She doesn't even know who she is."

"I say we let her off at the police station and let them deal with her," Dean replied, "I understand you want to help her, Sam. I do. But, she's another head to watch and things will get dangerous."

"Why don't we teach her?"

There was a pause, Elena wondering if they had heard her. Then, Dean's voice was louder. He sounded almost angry.

"You're serious?"

"Hey, we seem to be the only people she knows right now. I'm not saying that she will be on hunts, but she could help with finding information."

"No way, Sam," Dean denied quickly as soon as the words left Sam's mouth, "I'm not dragging a girl into this life, especially when she doesn't know her ups from downs."

"She's intelligent, and you don't think that the police will want to question us about where we found her and how she came to be the way she is?"

"It's better than letting a demon have a round with her."

Demon?

Elena blinked, a frown crossing her face. Demon...demon...these people were insane! Demon? That was absurd.

These two brothers must be some religious nuts. Elena thought to herself, pushing herself off the wall and hobbled back towards the table. She sat down in a chair, placing her head in her hands. She needed to get out of there, especially before Sam and Dean try to push all the demon stuff on her.

She sat upright again, turning to get up and leave in whatever way she could. But, there was someone in there with her, Sam walking in with Dean in tow. Dean looked stern, but she picked up on a bit of defeat in his actions.

"What's going on?" Elena asked, picking up on the two brothers who seemed to share a look before Sam took a seat across from her.

"We're going to tell you something," he said, "and it may sound a little odd to you."

"Try insane." Dean interjected, Elena turning to look up at him with a confused look. She was expecting some sort of religious rant about her sins and whatnot.

Sam shot his brother a look, then looked down at Elena. He seemed to weigh his words, Elena watching him carefully.

"How much to be believe in...monsters?" Sam asked, Elena blinking at the questions. Monsters?

"I...don't know." she replied, "I mean, I don't think I believe in them."

"Well," Sam continued, "Dean and I hunt them."

"Hunt them?" Elena asked, blinking at him. What the hell was this? This had to be some joke, right?

Sam nodded, he continued to tell her about certain monsters that existed from ghosts to freaking angels. Elena seemed at a loss of words, her hands clasped in her lap, Dean and Sam's stares coming at her from across the table.

"So, you just hunt them? For a living?" she asked, Sam nodding.

"It's not exactly a chosen lifestyle," Dean said, "no hunter just chooses to be part of the life, it just happens."

"Why are you telling me this?" Elena asked, apprehensive. She wasn't about to go out and hunt down vampires and such, though the two of them seemed so serious about it.

"We wanted you to help us," Sam said, Dean giving him a look, making Sam correct himself, "I want you to help us with information gathering."

"I know nothing about monsters or anything, I wouldn't be any help."

Sam glanced at his brother again, Elena catching Dean sigh slightly.

"We'll teach you all you need to know," he said, "but you have to be serious about it."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to be serious about this." Elena admitted, looking from one brother to the next. She reached her hand up and felt the bandage on her neck, a frown crossing her face. She remembered taking a look at the flesh when she had removed the bandage to shower. It had looked like something had taken a bite out of her, deep teeth marks on her skin.

"But..." she started, "I have nowhere else to go." she muttered, pulling her hand down. She let out a sigh, looking at both brothers for a few moments. She weighed the option of just brushing them off and asking them to take her to the police station, but there was the wound on her neck that went unexplained. She wondered that maybe she would find an answer somewhere in what the boy's were talking about.

As insane as the thought was, it seemed like the better choice for her. Logic was objecting to it, of course, but it just felt right.

"Where do I start?" she asked with a sigh.