So, I was watching Supernatural and Candice Accola appeared. And I may have started shipping Dearoline. Then my sister joined in, and begged me to make the Supernatural character that Candice plays actually be Caroline, and to give her both Dearoline and Klaroline. Thus this was born. Some details from both shows have been changed to fit this universe (namely the timeline has been pushed back from that in TVD and Caroline is a sophomore, instead of in the same grade as Dean). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, or any characters from there.

Truman, Virginia- 1997

Starting over. That's what she was trying to do, and she'd always been closer to her dad anyway. Her parent's had shared custody, and her mom couldn't really say no. Well, she could, Caroline supposed, but she hadn't.

Part of this "new her" she was trying to create, though, required, at least in her mind, that she be completely new. Her dad and Stephen, and his daughter Lacy, lived only three hours from Mystic Falls. It was too close. Someone could know, someone could know who she was, and for once she didn't want to be, "Caroline Forbes, daughter of the sheriff, whose father left them when she was four." No, she would be Amanda Heckerling, using her middle name and Stephen's last name, and she would be happy. Of course she would. She'd date, go to parties, and be happy.

And all her carefully laid plans were shot to hell by a leather clad devil in disguise. Dean Winchester.

He was handsome, all long legs and deep green eyes, and exactly the type of guy Caroline kept falling for again and again. And she fell hard. She shouldn't have, but she did. He liked her, and she hated to admit it, even years later, but she liked that he seemed to only care about her. Dean certainly didn't care for his classes, didn't seem to make other friends, and the only person that Caroline could even think of as somewhat of a rival was his little brother, Sam. But of course that wasn't fair. Sam was just a little boy, and it was through him that she could see that Dean really did care. That he was a human guy. Or maybe he was more. His protective streak for his brother was... amazing. And Caroline hoped that one day he might love her with a small degree of the same emotion and protectiveness that he had for Sam. He just... he seemed so damaged, and she wanted to help him. Make him whole again. Maybe make herself whole again in the process.

But she was wrong, everything she assumed about him was wrong. He didn't only care for her, and he was just like every other bad-guy she'd ever dated. A first class jerk. The same type of guy she had hoped she'd left behind in Mystic Falls, and of course she was wrong.

She caught him in a closet with another girl, and the illusion that she had built, not just about Dean, but about Truman itself, came crashing down.

Caroline missed Mystic Falls. She missed her mom. She missed her room in their little house. She missed Bonnie and Elena and all the stupid school dances that she loved so much. She missed her high school. She missed cheering. And she missed being Caroline Forbes.

It didn't matter that Dean left that day. She loved being with her dad, but if she was being truthful, it was almost the same as being with her mom. He worked long hours, and she rarely saw him.

It was time to go home, and maybe it was time for her to swear off bad-boys too.

2009- The Impala someone outside of Dallas

"So get this, they found ten bodies in New Orleans drained of blood." Sam said as he entered the car.

"So vampires, cut and dry. We go in, cut their heads off, and move on to the next case."

"That's what I thought, but the descriptions of the victims only sites two puncture wounds on the neck."

Dean sighed. "Let's go check it out."

New Orleans

"Klaus!" Caroline called out, storming through their house, looking for her infuriating boyfriend. "Klaus- There you are! I've been calling for you all over the house and I called you like ten times."

He turned with a smile on his face, and she fought the urge to smile back. She was angry with him. "Sorry love, I was painting and my phone was off. What can I do for you."

"You can get the newborns under control! They're not being discrete, the killings are all over the papers!" She stopped, trying to calm down. "Look, I know that not everyone can stand to feed from blood bags when they're hungry, but I'd rather not bring hunters down on our heads. They're more active now, what with the bloody apocalypse, and these new vampires don't have any control at all."

Klaus approached her, placing his hands on either side on her head, before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Alright love, I'll talk to them."

"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be." She quipped, pulling back to smile up at him.

"Your safety is at stake her Caroline. I can't be killed, but these hunters are very good at what they do, and I won't lose you."

Well, it wasn't exactly what she wanted; she wanted him to want his "subjects"- the word causing an internal eye roll; did the man really always have to be in charge?- to be better. But she would take it, and he had delivered it in a way that she had no choice but to respond by stretching up on her toes and placing a tender kiss on his lips. "Thank you." She breathed as she pulled away, turning to leave him be with his art.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?" He called to her retreating back, and she paused by the door, turning back to flash him another smile.

"What would be involved in this outing?"

"Oh the usual. Dinner, dancing, drinks. Of the alcoholic and the blood kind. And maybe... dessert?"

She smiled at the implications behind his words. "Well Mr. Mikaelson, you can pick me up at six."

At exactly six, a knock sounded on her door. She smoothed her dress down, fighting down a small twinge of nervousness. It wasn't Klaus, not after nine years with him. It was the idea of feeding, always. Feeding always made her nervous. She enjoyed it, but that was part of the problem. She enjoyed it too much, she loved the feel of plunging her fangs into someones neck and drinking the life force out of them. Caroline shook her head, hoping to chase away such thoughts. Klaus wouldn't let her get that far, he never had. And she trusted him to not let her get that far again.

She pulled open their bedroom door, surprised to find him decked out in an outfit similar to that of what he was wearing on the night when he killed- no that wasn't important anymore. She had forgiven him for that a long time ago. "You clean up good, considering you didn't come in here to get your clothes."

He smirked at her, leaning against the door frame and taking her in with one glance. A glance that sent shivers down her spine in anticipation of what was to come, and let her know just how beautiful she was to him. "Well, you showered and i took the opportunity to get dressed. And there are other showers in this house." He pushed away from the door to approach her, tucking a stray curl that had fallen out of her bun, a nod to the night of the ball at his home, behind her ear.

She pouted a little. "You could have joined me."

He laughed when he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. "I'll remember that for next time. Shall we go?" He asked, holding out his arm for her, and she looped her arm through his.

"Lead on."

He took her to their favorite restaurant, a little place that Caroline swore had the best gumbo she'd ever had, to which Klaus would respond that she hadn't had very much in her short life. But he indulged her, and they went there at least once a month. She knew he liked it too though, even though he pretended he was only going for her. Always the gentleman, he pulled her chair out for her, and regaled her with tales from his day, while she caught him up on what they were learning in her art history class, and he corrected any information she was confused with or needed help with.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here."

Caroline stiffened at the voice, a voice that sometimes still haunted her nightmares, even as she watched Klaus' mask of impenetrable leader, immortal hybrid, slip into place. "Marcel." He drawled, leaning back in his chair. "What brings you back here?"

"Its a free country Klaus, or did you forget that in your delusion of leadership."

"Delusion? I am in charge Marcel, and you'd do well to remember that. Caroline, love, why don't you go out to the car while I clear this up, hmmm?"

She smiled prettily, nodding and rising, fighting down her desire to flip Klaus the bird for ordering her around. She understood why he did it, she was basically a politician's wife, but she didn't have to like it. She'd give it to him later, but for now she'd do as he said, especially with Marcel involved.

A dangerous man, a dangerous vampire. He seemed so nice... alluring. And when she had first showed up in New Orleans, she had found comfort and solace in his arms. But that had all ended when it was revealed that the witches and the werewolf girl had been lying. Then Marcel had tried to kill her, torture her really, and Klaus had come to her rescue.

It took a few months, but they'd been together ever since, and she'd never been happier in her life. She was in love with him, and even with everything they had gone through, that wouldn't change.

Still, she didn't want to see Marcel again, and she knew that Klaus was still jealous over the months that Caroline had enjoyed with the former king. Yeah, it was best to leave them to their own devices-

The smell of blood cut through her thoughts. Freshly spilled blood by the smell. Without really paying attention to her actions, she was there, standing above a bleeding man. Bullet wound, her mind processed, he's dying. A bullet wound to the heart. Then she was kneeling beside him, felt her fangs elongate as the veins under her eyes spread. She'd gone too long without feeding, and she couldn't stop herself from plunging her fangs into the man's neck, moaning as the blood hit her tongue. She almost didn't hear his cries of pain... she did however hear the running footsteps approaching her.

She flashed up, snarling at the intruders. She was hungry and they were interrupting her meal. She saw long knives in the two men's hands, and she laughed. Did they really think they could harm her with those?

"Amanda?" That caused her pause, and through the bloodlust, she saw him. Dean. A grown up Dean, but Dean nonetheless.

"Dean," She breathed, finally clearing her mind enough to push the hunger back, feeling her fangs sink back into her gums and the veins beneath her eyes recede, even as her mind processed that he must be a hunter, which explained how he dispeared. "What are you doing here?"

"Well see, Sam here and I were looking into some murders here. Murders by vampires, but not like any vampire we'd seen before. Only two fangs? Had to be just a freak ganking people for fun. Then we saw you, and well, guess we didn't know as much about the world as we thought we did. When'd it happen Amanda? When'd you turn into... this?"

"Dean-"

"When, Amanda?" She flinched as he voice raised, and taking a deep breath, she explained.

"A year after I met you. I had no idea about vampires or what was happening to me. I completed the transition, and I've been this way ever since. But I try Dean, I try so hard not to hurt people."

"Really? What about what we just saw? Cause that looked like you were hurting someone."

"I haven't fed in a while, normally my boyfriend's with me and he makes sure I don't go too far, but I smelled his blood and I had trouble controlling myself."

"Well I'm sorry, but I can't risk it. I kill monsters that hurt people and you fall under that." He nodded his head, and Caroline was alerted to the fact that Sam, or at least she assumed it was Sam, was no longer standing beside Dean. And there was a looming presence behind her. She weighed her options. She could attack them, incapacitate them, bring them to the house and explain further. Or she could try to talk them down here.

"Dean, please, don't do this-"

"Save it. We have to." He approached, knife raised, when a voice stopped them all.

"I wouldn't." Low, menacing, power in the two short words, and her body sagged in relief. "The girl's with me mate, and you don't want to know what happens to people that hurt those that I love." She ran to him, and he hugged her quickly while Sam and Dean exchanged glances at her speed. Klaus placed her behind him, turning his gaze back to the men. "I'll say this once; the situation here is under control. It's not Caroline's fault. If you lay a hand on her, I will kill you and anyone you've ever had contact with. Are we clear?"

"Caroline?" Dean asked, and Caroline almost rolled her eyes. Of course he would focus on that, and not the fact that his life had just been threatened.

"My actual name, Dean. Amanda is my middle name."

"The things you find out about people."

She smiled at him tentatively. "I promise Dean, I don't want to hurt people. I just, was dealt a hand and I'm doing the best I can with it."

Dean sighed, lowering his weapon finally, and Sam did the same. "I can understand that. It was good seeing you again Ama- Caroline. And I'm sorry for this, and for what happened twelve years ago."

"Thank you. It was good to see you again Dean, and you too Sam." She moved out from behind Klaus' back, ignoring his protests. She bit into her wrist as she approached the bleeding man, still hanging onto life, giving him the healing power of her blood. She then compelled him to forget her, and what he had seen happen between the four of them. He walked off in a daze, returning home to his family, and Caroline turned back to the men. "Klaus and I know a great bar, would you like to join us?"

It was far past time she left some things in the past, like the way Dean had treated her, and maybe she could show him that not all non-humans were monsters. That she could be normal and herself. She went back to Klaus, looping her arm through his, whispering "I'll explain later," before motioning the two hunters with her hands.

After all, vampires and hunters had been friends before.