Holy water cannot help you now. Thousand armies couldn't keep me out.
I don't want your money. I don't want your crown.
See, I've come to burn your kingdom down.
Holy water cannot help you now. See I've come to burn your kingdom down.
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out.
I'm gonna raise the stakes. I'm gonna smoke you out.
Seven Devils – Florence + the Machine
11/24/12
Dear Diary,
He's gone. Dean's really gone. I feel like half of me is missing. Like, I've been ripped in two. And it hurts. It hurts like you wouldn't believe. Stefan leaving never felt this bad. I feel so sick. So bad. But not because Stefan left. But that I hurt him. I never intended to hurt him. I guess, I really am a lot like Katherine. Aren't I? But Katherine always got what she wanted. And right now, what I want is Dean. And he's gone. He left last night. Sam said he just dumped his cellphones and Sam's stuff at their motel and took off. God, I hope he's okay. I hope he comes back soon.
Elena stared at the blotches on her diary page, where her tears smeared the ink. She took a deep shuddered breath as the doorbell rang. Hopping off the window seat, she wandered downstairs, calling, "I'll get it!"
But Jeremy was at the door. Lord DeSangue was at the door. Seeming out of place. Elena stared at him with open apprehension. DeSangue was dressed casually in a light black sweater, the collar opened to reveal a white button down underneath.
With that he wore black slacks. And he looked more like an Abercrombie & Fitch model than anyone she's ever met. "Hello, Elena." He said cordially. "Lord DeSangue." Elena breathed; blinking rapidly.
"Please, call me Shad." He replied with that movie star smile of his. Elena nodded, murmuring, "Shad." "May I please, come in?" Jeremy glanced at Elena, distrust in his eyes. "Elena," He started. Elena sighed, shaking her head.
"I swear that I mean you no harm." Jeremy cast Shad an incredulous look. Shad held up one hand, palm flat and fingers splayed. Jeremy's brown eyes went glassy and he nodded, saying, "Of course, you can come in."
Elena drew in a breath sharply as Shad stepped across the threshold. "I didn't want to do it." He said simply. "You… you…" Elena stammered. "I'm a telepath." Shad said softly before venturing down the hallway, gesturing into the kitchen, "This way to the kitchen?"
Elena swallowed visibly, nodding as she led him into the kitchen. "Elena, I mean you no harm. You know that." Shad said with a sigh. "Right," Elena shook her head. The vampire perched himself on the barstool, resting his elbows on the countertop.
"What can I do to convince you that I'm telling you the truth?" "You can't." Elena said tartly. "If this is about Dean's leaving, I had nothing to do with it. I didn't have to do anything. You did it all yourself." Shad said artlessly.
Elena averted her amber orbs. "What if I told you I could help you find Dean?" DeSangue said coaxingly. Elena raised her eyes to his. "I have people who can find him. And I could deliver him to you, unharmed."
"And I'd have to do what for you in return?" "Nothing," Shad said with a charming smile. "Right. And why don't I believe that?" DeSangue laughed – actually threw his head back and laughed – as though she'd said something profoundly humorous.
"Elena," He said with mock reproach, "What on God's green Earth gave you the idea that I would do something like this and expect remuneration?" Confusion clouded over Elena's pixie-like features, "Huh?"
The sign read, "Welcome to Texas. The Lone Star State." But Dean didn't feel welcome as he passed the sign with a sigh. Before he jerked the steering wheel and made an illegal U-turn.
The tires screeched in protest as the Impala swerved before whipping around and speeding past the sign again. Dean reached out and turned on the radio. A Def Leppard song blared from the speakers. Breathing in a sigh of relief, Dean relaxed slightly as trees flew past.
Elena shook her head. "No," She said finally. "As much as I'd love to see him again, I'd rather he came back of his own free will." DeSangue scrutinized her for a moment before he leaned back, "You still blame me for his leaving, don't you?"
"With every fiber of my being." "Well, I didn't tell him to leave." "But you told him that I was in danger because of him, knowing that he'd leave if it meant my being safe." "Well –" "And now, he's gone." "I see." Elena shot him a searing glance.
"I'm glad you see. Besides, all that BS you gave him about us being together for centuries was just crap wasn't it?" Shad flashed her a mysterious smile, "Well, I'm the only one who knows, aren't I? And telling you wouldn't be very sporting, now would it?"
Elena bristled, saying in a barely controlled voice, "I vehemently dislike you." Lord DeSangue held up his hands in silent surrender, "Well, I guess I'll go then." "Please do." Elena whirled and walked out of the kitchen and hurried upstairs. She slammed the door shut and threw herself onto the bed.
"You're here," Elena breathed delightedly. "Yeah, I am." Dean replied softly. She rushed across the snow-covered ground, flinging her arms around him. Elena pressed her forehead against his gently, whispering, "I love you."
Dean cradled her chin with one hand gently, guiding her lips to his. Elena shivered in happiness. He was here. And felt warm and so, so, good. Elena drew back, her breath shaky, "This is a dream, isn't it?" Dean nodded solemnly.
Elena buried her face in his neck, breathing in his aftershave. "Then I never want to wake up." "Lena," Dean said her name breathlessly. To her, his voice was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard. The song that played as she fell asleep every night.
The wind chimes on a summer breeze. The church bells ringing during a wedding. The song that she sung when she was alone. Unshed tears stung Elena's eyes as her grasp on Dean tightened. "Don't. I don't wanna go, Dean. I don't want to wake up with you not here."
The little pinpricks of tears glistened in her eyes before they rolled over her cheeks. "Lena," He started again. She felt her grip on him weaken. "Dean, don't go." She gasped, panicked. "I have to." "No!" She cried, reaching for him. "I'm sorry." The words were barely whispered before he vanished.
Elena breathed out weakly, before her body was racked with sobs. The dream was so real. And it hurt so much more. Dean… She thought helplessly.
Dean jolted awake, grasping the steering wheel of the Impala. He'd only been asleep for a few minutes. But that dream – Elena felt so real. Dean blew out a breath, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pull over and take a nap. The spiteful little voice in the back of his mind chimed. Dean rolled his shoulders uneasily before starting the car. He sighed as he turned on the heater as he sped down the road.
Only to come to a screeching halt as a girl, dressed in a tattered, bloody night gown, flung herself in front of the Impala. "Help me!" She shrieked. What the – Dean thought, baffled.
"Hey, Sam." Elena said with a wisp of a smile. Sam offered her a sympathetic smile as he said, "Morning, Ellie." "No word?" She asked softly. "No. I'm sorry." Sam said, shaking his head. "Where could he possibly be?" "Your guess is as good as mine."
"Stay here." Dean said to the shaken girl. She reminded him of Elena. The same burnt sienna eyes and auburn hair. But she held a look Elena wouldn't. Distrust. Dean opened the car door, waving her inside. "You'll be fine."
He walked to the trunk, opening it; he picked up his trusty .45. Sliding the magazine into the grip, he pulled the slide back, chambering a single silver round. Dean sighed heavily before walking into the woods.
The sound of twigs and leaves crunching under foot made Dean stiffen before he whirled around. A low growl resounded around the woods before something exploded towards Dean.
At least that's what it seemed like to him. It hit him in the chest, knocking him onto his back. Dean felt the oxygen explode from him in one burst. Fire flared in his ribs as claws ripped through his shirt and his flesh.
White spots burst before his eyes and explosive, white hot pain flared in the back of his head before the world turned grey before everything faded to black.