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Adventures In Amnesia

Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries crossover.

Chapter Three.

"Alright, Gilbert, pop quiz," Dean's voice broke Elena out of her revere, her eyes peeling away from the moving grasslands and highway to look at Dean in the rear view mirror. "How do you stop a ghost?"

Elena sighed, giving him a look. "I don't think I've ever ran on two hours of sleep before, can we save the quiz for later?"

"Come on, this one's easy," Dean said, glancing up at Elena through the mirror before putting his eyes back on the road. "And suck it up, Sam and I have gone on less."

"Iron." Elena stated bitterly, trying to blink the fog away from her thoughts.

"That's a way to keep them gone for a while, but how do you get rid of them?" Dean questioned, Elena staring at the back of his head as Sam was snoozing in the front seat. Elena bit the inside of her cheek.

"Salt and burn the bones." she stated after a few moments, Dean nodding his head in agreement.

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Find a personal article of the diseased, like a piece of hair, limb, or something and burn it." Elena said, leaning back against the leather of the Impala. "I know all of it, Dean. You don't need to test me every two hours."

"Yeah, I do," Dean said, "you may not be exactly active in these hunts, but you better know how to spot a creature and how to defend yourself."

Elena shook her head, pressing her fingers against her eyelid as she rubbed her eyes. "I may not remember much, but I do remember the two weeks worth of information you and Sam threw at me."

She didn't see Dean's expression about that, but he seemed to nod his head slightly. "We got to keep you on your toes. Can't have you messing up and getting yourself, me, or Sam hurt."

"I'll be fine, you two are the ones out in the field, remember?" Elena muttered, not too thrilled to be cooped up in a motel for how long the brothers will be hunting for. But, she guessed it was better than being in a police station, drilled for information she had no answers to.

It had been two weeks since they had left Georgia, stopping in a few odd places for hunts and such. Elena had learned much from heading out with Dean and Sam, from ghosts to angels. Elena didn't believe in the angel bit for a while, that is, until she going over some facts with Sam and a man appeared in the motel room out of nowhere.

She did what she thought was best in that situation and stabbed him in the back with a kitchen knife. Elena remembers watching him turn around, his hand reaching out and...nothing.

But, when she woke up, Dean explained to her that the man was Castiel, and that he was on their side. She asked what he came for, and Dean just shared a look with Sam and told her to forget about it. Elena decided to let it go for the meantime, but she still hadn't seen this Castiel for a while.

She owed him an apology for the knife in the back.

"Elena!" Dean's voice pulled her out of her thoughts once again, Elena looking at him as he glanced up into the rear view mirror. "I asked if you were alright, you looked a little brain dead."

"Can I just catch some more sleep, please?" Elena asked, laying her head against the window and closed her eyes, not waiting for a reply. Not that she would have heard if Dean had protested or not.

Elena's dreaming, she just knows it. She's sitting in the back of the Impala, and she's not sure where they are anymore. The car has stopped moving, and she leans forward to ask Dean why the have stopped. He seems to be sleeping, his shoulder the only thing visible from where she is. She reaches out, her hand pressing against his skin, it's warm and sticky. She pulls her hand back, looking at the blood on her fingers.

"Dean! Sam!" she cries out, trying to wake them up. But, they don't and she's got a sinking feeling that there is something seriously wrong. She reaches out and opens the Impala's door, slipping out from behind Sam's seat and hit the gravel where they seemed to have stopped. She pulls herself into a standing position, looking into the windows. She can see Sam and Dean, throats ripped out. She backs away from the window, screaming. As she turns around, she bumps into someone. Her back hit's the side of the Impala as the man looks down at her with glowing yellow eyes.

Klaus. The name is whispered into her brain, echoing through her ears. She's not sure if she's said the word out loud.

"I know you are alive, care to tell me why that is?" he demands, hands gripping her shoulders. She tries to push him off, but he's much stronger than she is.

"I don't know!" she yells back at him, tears running down her face.

"Where are you, Elena?" he asks, Elena screaming in response as she closes her eyes. His hands are ripped off her, and she's hitting someone.

"Get off me! Let me go!"

"Get off me! Get off!" She screams, her arms still being gripped.

"Elena!" She stills, her eyes still shut with a few tears escaping from her closed lids. "Calm down, you're dreaming."

She opens her eyes and meets Sam's who is holding her against the seat of the Impala, Dean walking up behind him.

"Dream?" she questioned, looking around. A few hours must have past, the sun setting a little ways off. She looks back up at him, blinking.

"Yeah," Sam said with a chuckle, "you started screaming and yelling, I thought someone was killing you."

Elena sits up, brushing some of her hair from her eyes. "I don't know what happened. You and Dean were dead, and there was this man with yellow eyes..."

"Yellow eyes?" Sam asked, glancing back at Dean. "Was he a demon?"

"No...I don't know. I think his name was Klaus." she said, stepping out of the car as Dean raised an eyebrow.

"He German?" Dean asked with a smirk, Elena shooting him a look.

"Not funny," she said, letting out a breath as she finally took in her surroundings. "We here?"

"Yeah." Sam said, closing the door to the Impala, Elena blinking at the dingy motel.

"So, do you guys have a list of he most crappy motels on earth?" she asked, following as Dean headed into an open door. Sam huffed, a slight smile on his face.

"You'll get used to it." he said, brushing past her as Elena paused outside the door. She glanced behind her at the Impala, trying to shake that dream off.

Klaus.

Why does that name sound so familiar?