#damon salvatore x yn

[davinashifts333]

JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES

(DAMONXWITCH!READER):

⚫️summary; You had know Damon & Stefan for over 100 years and have been secretly seeing Damon since he got back to Mystic Falls, You being there already with Stefan just made it easier for him to be near her & to enjoy himself with You. However, him letting his guard down to the only person that he’s ever truly loved? A bit dangerous.

⚠️warnings; smutty, implied smut, horny!Damon because why not, swearing, implied nakedness, blood, etc. 18+ ONLY!!

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The sheet draped over your bare body as Damon drew shapes on your legs. You stirred in your sleep as the after effects of the long night prior came to light. Body sore in the best way possible, his touch so familiar yet still sent shocks through you.

“Damon. Mmm.” You hummed as he mimicked the noise that escaped you.

“Yes Princess?” His signature smirk crawled onto his face as his eyes found their way to yours. You laid there for a moment, taking in the perfectly chiseled features he had been blessed with until a knock interrupted you both. Stefan.

“Hey Y/n! Time to go if you wanna make first period!” He shouted as he made his way back to his room down the hall.

“Got it! Thanks! Shit shit shit. I missed my alarm. I gotta go.” You pulled the sheet to cover yourself as you frantically searched for anything to wear. But, little to your dismay your body was suddenly under Damons once again, air knocked out of your lungs as he kissed your so softly yet with such hunger.

“Da- Hey! I have to go! You heard him i’m gonna miss first period if I don��t hurry.” You struggled to get out as Damon planted kisses down your neck and chest.

“Just five more minutes baby, please. You know I hate begging.” He mumbled against your skin. Your hands found their way into his raven locks as he found his way down your torso.

“Okay enough! I seriously have to go now and if we just end up fucking again, i’ll never leave this bed.” You said a bit harshly. He leaned back holding his head above yours.

“Fucking? You do know I don’t just

fuck you right, Y/n?” He sounded somewhat offended in a sense & you sat up to face him.

“Well isn’t that what we do? Just a couple of friends who have been friends with benefits for over a hundred years?” He scoffed getting up to grab a blood bag from the mini fridge in your room. You had conveniently put it there for him specifically. He sighed as he finished and turned to you. A bit of blood still on his chin.

“Damon? Are you okay?” You already knew the answer but never expected for his response to end the way it did.

“Let’s see Y/n. The girl I have been in love with for over a hundred years thinks I only fuck her for fun and doesn’t notice that I give myself to her entirely. So no, I am not okay.” He sits on the edge of the bed, head hanging low as he somewhat regrets the erratic confession he had just made.

“The girl you’re in love with huh? Well. Does the guy i’m in love with know that there’s no one else i’ve ever laid with and let touch me the way he does? Does he not notice the ways I have even made it easier for him to stay longer? The bite marks on my body from him that I adore every time I look in the mirror the morning after?” Silence fell as he was now sitting up straight, head filling with thoughts he had never had.

“Does he know how passionately I love him while he lays between my legs with his head in my chest? Or how a fire builds when his fingers dance on my skin? How about this. When I lay here and pray to every god out there that he whispers that he loves me back so I can finally call him mine?” He turns to you and goes to say something but before he can, you connect your lips to his.

“I do. Mmm. Of course I love you. God!” He says between breaths. Lips melting into one another as you lay back into the huge comforter.

“Skip class for me? Stay with me longer, I don’t want this to end.” He begged you as he laid on your bare chest. Your hands finding his only to have him interlock your fingers.

“How could I say no to you after what just happened? Of course i’m staying Damon. Forever.” You said as he smiled back up at you, lifting you up into his lap earning a fit of giggles from you. Safe to say you never made it to school and Stefan had a hell of a time learning the news when he got home.

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[theprenderelliepalace]

College AU

Damon x reader

Summary: y/n always had a thing for bad boys in leather jackets. Too bad she's a day late and a dollar short. When the infamous Damon Salvatore rolls up to her literature class, with his stupid smirk and all-black wardrobe, she should be done for, but y/n's heart was broken a long time ago. So what're two wild cards to do with two broken hearts on a college campus?

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, bad break-ups, Katherine (our favorite baddie), wasted coffee, fluff (implied smut) and school stress

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"Please leave." I paused. "You look like you're dressed for a funeral and it's depressing me." I was walking across campus to my next class, the incarnation of trouble and arrogant bad boy, Damon Salvatore, hot on my heels.

"Oh come on! I bought you coffee. Doesn't that score me some brownie points?" He caught up to me. His strides were long and languid, like he was having no trouble at all harrasing me in broad daylight while I was breathless and almost sprinting to get away from him.

I stopped and turned on my heel to face him. He was taller than me, alarmingly so. His hair was swept against his forehead in that heart-throbbing, 'Damon way', that made my knees weak. "Technically, you didn't make me brownies- he gave me a look, "and yes, that is what it should mean. So no. You bought me shitty coffee, asked me out on a date I would rather drink toilet water than go on AND you have the nerve to follow me around like a lost puppy!" He shook his head with a silent smile that made him look so gorgeous I almost passed put, then and there.

I cleared my throat. I threw the cup that had been shoved unceremoniously into my hand five minutes ago, across the campus courtyard. It hit the side of an unassuming trash can with a dull thud. "Go fetch." I shook my shoulders as if to shake my resolve over me like a veil of iron. "Or chase your tail or something. But leave me out of it." He stepped in front of me, his shoulders were set and his jaw was hard, yet there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye that told me trouble was near...

"You have a big mouth for something so little. Makes a guy want to knock you off your high horse." He leaned in, his lips inches from my ear. His breath was warm, a comfort against the icy November gloom. I shook my head and started to shove past him, he caught my wrist and pulled me into his chest. "So you can ride something else-"

My face flushed the deepest shade of red I could imagine." ALRIGHT. Thank you Salvatore, for that lovely mental picture! I'm going to pretend you don't exist now!" I rushed to the other side of the courtyard. My heart was beating at a million miles an hour as I turned my coat collar against the wind and to hide my face from the rest of the world (I hoped my coat would just eat me alive then and there). All the while that I ran, I could hear his unbridled laughter echoing across campus. It followed me like a shadow and clung to my very heart. It was a sound that made me want to laugh too, but I couldn't.

I wasn't about to let my heart break over another mistake like Damon Salvatore. Right?

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I was alone in my dorm when it started to rain. The sound was unnatural this late into the year, but welcoming. It made me forget about my leather-clad stalker and my 400 page paper due next week. It made me forget about home and work and stress.

It made me remember the cheap whiskey hidden under a loose floorboard under my roommates bed.

I decided I would head up to the roof. It was quiet enough. I just wanted to relax. Let loose and forget about the world for a while, let all my troubles wash down with the pitter-patter of the rain. I opened the door and what was the first thing I saw?

"Oh, fuck you." He turned. This excruciatingly jerkish grin plastered on his face. His hair was slicked back and damp with the rain. His leather jacket hung loosely over his sweatshirt, it drew my eyes down to his jeans. The way they hugged his- "Aren't stalkers supposed to do recon too? Like, don't they sit FAR, far away and take stupid pictures for their creepy alters?"

He ignored me. He walked over and stood under the awning in front of me. "See something you like?" His voice was low, almost hungry in its desire. Suddenly the rain didn't make me feel cold anymore. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. He smiled at me, grabbing for the bottle that i hadn't realised was still in my hands. He scrutinized the brand. "Remind me to teach you to have better taste." He tutted.

He walked along the side of the building, sitting on the bench at the edge of the awning. I stared at him. I was so out of it at this point, I might as well go out with a bang and a shot of whiskey.

I sat next to him, falling into place like I was supposed to be there. "Why do you like me Damon?" I scoffed. "Do you even like me, or do you just have a thing for girls who say no? If so, get a life." He snickered and took a swig from the bottle. I reached out for it and took another.

"You are a lot more like me than you want to admit." I must be drunk already, because I gave the bottle back to him and glanced up. He had this sad whisper of a smile dancing across his lips. A torment in his eyes that I should've known all too well.

"How so?" I asked. I shivered with the gust of wind that seemed to bring the first real silence that I had ever experienced with Damon.

"You don't want to admit you have a heart. It's funny because none of us ever do. We just assume that we survive on words and thoughts, it's always a matter of the heart and the head..." He took another swig. "No one ever tells you how to survive when both are broken."

"You say that like you've never heard of duct tape before." He laughed as I drank. I slumped down against the bench, my feet dangled out in front of me and I watched the rain drops splash against my boots. "What was her name?"

It was a long shot, a drunken guess that I never expected him to answer. "Katherine. She, was something..." Suddenly, this raging pyscho that I thought I knew as mean and brutish was vulnerable. It felt like he was almost human.

"I had someone too. I don't think my heart can take another fuck-up. It's not like my head's doing any better." I ran my hand through my hair. I looked up at him, he was smirking at me. That charming smile that I had come to know to mean trouble had a different meaning behind it now. Almost like he knew a secret.

"Is that why you threw my coffee and missed the trash?"

"Uh, no. You have terrible taste in coffee." He shrugged. "Plus, I don't have a very good throwing arm." We looked at each for a moment before we burst out in a fit of giggles that was drowned out by the roar of thunder.

We talked until the bottle was empty. We kissed until the rain stopped and the wind picked up. It howled at ripped at our clothes. I pried myself out of his iron grip, my lips were swolen just like his were. Except he wore that stupid smirk on his stupid face.

"I hate that." I pointed to his lips with my index finger, he ran his tongue down the digit, "Hey!",and brought my palm up to his mouth. He kissed the center so tenderly but his eyes were dead serious. It made my stomach clench. A gust of wind shoved me forward and I landed against his chest. He caught me with ease and steadied me.

Damon winked as he picked me up bridal style and carried me towards the exit. "Hey Mr Bad-boy, don't buy me coffee." He rolled his eyes at me.

I opened the door for him and then wrapped my arms around his neck as it swung closed behind us. "Buy me dinner." I smiled.

"Yes Ma'am." He grinned.

I kissed him, he shoved me against the wall. We never got dinner, but he did make me pancakes the next morning.

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First ever one-shot man! Sorry it's fluffy but dang if I don't like me some banter

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[triplehmunson]

𝗣𝗢𝗩: You and your boyfriend Damon had a big argument because you had a "friend date" with his brother Stefan, but he didn't trust that supposed date at all so with all his "bravery" Damon went to the place where you were with Stefan. But unfortunately for both of you, you were in a very compromising position with Stefan. When Damon saw that, he completely forgot that Stefan was his brother and ran towards him, dying of jealousy, screaming and demanding that he not touch what was rightfully his. You, very scared, tried to explain to him what had happened but he didn't listen to anything at all and hit Stefan very hard so that later some police officers arrived and took Damon away for having made such an embarrassing scene in public. Hours later at your house, you remembered how everyone was watching the stupid scene of jealousy that Damon had made you, from the beginning you knew that this was going to happen to you again, dejavu came to you when you remembered when you were the girlfriend of the hybrid Klaus Mikaelson, you had broke up with him because he started to be jealous of his brother Elijah and that seemed ridiculous to you since Elijah had a girlfriend and he was just your friend. Did you know something bad happened with them since Klaus before you left told you that "I was going to find you even under the stones" if necessary and I always stressed that Elijah had stolen everything from him: the love of his parents, his brothers, the woman he loved and even added that Elijah had stolen the love of Hope, his daughter, since he said that she respected his brother more than him.

Tears began to fall down your cheeks when you realized that you had no good luck in love, since before Damon was taken away he stressed that Stefan had stolen everything from him: The love of his parents, of Elena, that of his friends.? And well, especially yours, fed up with this situation, you sent a message to Stefan telling him that you were going to your home country to visit your parents to clear your mind and clarify your ideas. He replied that it was fine but that you should tell Damon. You sighed frustrated and sent him the same message but there was no response even though he did see your message, two days later you left, you just wanted to clear your mind, what bad things can happen?

At Damon's house, after reading the message he got furious because he didn't want his "sweetheart" to leave him, he couldn't stand it but he got cold feet and didn't go after you, deep down he knew they needed this time, that's all it was. TIME, total, what's the worst that can happen?

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Guys I promise I am writing that Damon x reader story I said I would and I will get to writing the requests I’ve got I feel so bad for not writing faster I’ve just been busy with school and work but I promise that I will get to it eventually

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Klaus x wolf reader

Klaus is walking through the woods in mystic falls , soon too inact his plan to become the hybrid . As he is walking he hears growls . He follows the growls to find a beutiful black wolf , with glowing blue eyes . That’s when he smelled it , I sent he knew all too well. Blood . He looked down at the wolfs paw to see it was caught in a trap . He carefully advanced as not to scare it . He got closer and closer , he extended his hand petting the wolfs head . The wolf didn’t growl she only whimpered. Klaus finally freed the wolfs paw from the trap . The wolf rubbed up on klaus affectionately . He sat down on the ground as the wolf curled up in his lap , the wolf was a very big wolf.klaus said (that’s a good gurl luv , just go to sleep ) and the wolf did . She fell right asleep , but as she slept blue sparkled floated in the air transforming the wolf into a girl . Klaus was stunned at the girls beauty , she had y/h/c and glowing blue eyes that soon settled to a stunning y/e/c . Klaus said ( hello luv) you siad (umm.. h .. hello ) u tried to cover yourself , klaus said (here luv , take this he wraps his trench coat around you . (Thankyou ) u said shyly . Klaus said ( what your name ?) you reply(yn, ) klaus said (klaus mikealson , where are you staying , I haven’t seen you in Town ) you say (I don t live in town , I live out here I’m free out here I fit in I’m not the town freak ) klaus looks at you with a sympathetic glance (I understand , being I was born from a different father that’s the rest of my siblings my father always despised me ) I give him a hug , and he hugs back it had been so long since the evil klaus mikealson was shown any affection ir kindness and this hug ment the world to him . But not all good things can last as he heard Stefan and Damon calling his name blood thirsty , he looked you in the eyes and said (run ) so u did u transformed back into your wolf form and ran ,

a few days pass

Your trying to sleep in your den at the quarry , when you hear screams and the wind blows , then you hear klaus scream you know you had to save him . You ran out the den to see a man in a suit white his hand in klaus chest . You pounced on him taking him down . As you attack bitting the vampire over and over again . That’s when you saw the witch , Bonnie an old Emmy from school when you went . She tried to stop you with her magic as you charged her , but it didn’t work on you .. well how could it your a syphon Wearwolf hybrid descendant if inadue (the hollow ) you jumped on her clawed her arms and bit her leg . He got off of her rushing yo stand in front of klaus and protect him while his transition happened . The Salvatore brothers came at you but you stood your ground growling and snarling . But they kept coming you have one powerful bark , sending power out , Damon charged you vamp speed but you bit him , when the power surge from your bark hit the brothers they were dead (temporarily) while klaus went through his transition you lay by his side encouraging him to keep pushing , and he did . He became the hybrid and you ran through the woods together under the moon light . (Insert lion king can you feel the love , montage ) and when dawn came you woke up naked cuddled together. Klaus pulled you close . You were so shy tho ,you stiffen at his gester . (Come on luv , I won’t bite ) you chuckle as cuddle close to him ( I know ) klaus says ( will you please move in with me ?) you say (ar e you sure ?) klaus says ( yes please !) you say (ok….) when an arrow was shot through your back . Klaus looks up to see Jeremy Gilbert with a cross bow . Klaus quickly bites his wrist shoving it in your mouth , (come on luv , you have to drink ) ur eyes blinked (klaus … good bye , be brave , I love .. y) when your eyes shut. Your heart stoped . You were dead . Klaus let out a horrifying scream . Anger and. Anguish , misery . He just held you close in his arms . Crying , something klaus never did . He stayed like that your body clutched to his all night . When (huuuhhhhh!!!) u shot up sucking in air . Klaus stares at you in shock . You breathe heavily and cling to klaus . Klaus holds you so tight . Carrying you back to mystic falls ( luv , you have to drink Elenas blood , to survive ) you nod your head (god ! I love you yn ! When I thought you died ! I lost my mind ! I love you ! Please be mine ) you say (yess!!!) and jump up in his arms , as he spins you around . Klaus kidnaps Elena , as you feed on her the sky turns red , lightning flashing , thunder roaring , and your eyes , vampire , Wearwolf , and witch , the worlds fist tribrid was born

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HEY, ISN'T THIS EASY | D.S.

pairing: damon salvatore x best friend!fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

summary: when your prom date cancels on you, your best friend is more than happy to take his place

You weren’t sure how long you’d been hiding out in your little solace, quite satisfied with never leaving the confines of your bedroom until the dreaded day had passed, hopefully the week would pass with it until you had no reason to think of anything but finals- but your best friend had other plans, plans to which you were none the wiser but the less than silent way he moved about your house was hinting at something you should’ve seen coming all along.

“Yoohoo,” Damon sang as he threaded into your bedroom, being sure to brush his fingers over the drawers of your dresser as he approached you. “A little birdy told me that you were refusing to leave your room,” he explained lightly, scanning the bed to identify where you were under the sea of blankets and duvets before carefully sitting down next to you.

“Go away, Damon,” you mumbled, words barely audible as you pushed your face further into your pillow, the last thing you wanted was to face another man after the day you’d had- he knew this, of course, but it meant almost nothing to him, he was insistent on cleaning this mess even if it was not his, for once.

“That’s not on the cards, I’m afraid,” he tutted and was uncharacteristically gentle as he moved the duvet to reveal your face, smiling softly as he folded his legs over each other. “Want to tell me how much you hate him?” he suggested, and you offered a mere shake of your head in reply. “Want me to eat him?” that earned him a small scoff, your smile evident in the sound as you turned to see him, you didn’t truly mind that he was seeing you in your current state, which was one worthy of scaring off whichever replacement you could find, but despite your words you were actually quite happy that Damon was with you, he had a frustrating way of making you feel better even when you didn’t want to, but you were never planning on letting him know that.

“Men suck,” you noted, scrunching your nose when he brushed the hair from your face. “You make us feel all special and then you bail on us for prom,” you explained with a pout so prominent that it pulled at all your features, Damon humming softly in understanding.

Now, he hardly considered himself a sentimental man, but you were hurting and however silly the reason might seem in the grand scheme of things, he did consider it an almost personal challenge to take that pain away and if the cause was so simple then the solution was just as simple. And though he’d never dare admit it loud, he was never quite fond of the fella in the first place, not for even a second did he think he was worth even a minute of your time, even less so your tears.

“Well, you know, one of the many perks of being my best friend is that I’m always ready for a party,” he paused, smirking as you lifted your head. “I also look amazing in a suit,” he shrugged, watching with a familiar tilted brow as you realized what he meant, nearly jumping from your hiding place at the thought of it.

“Damon, are you saying you’ll be my date?” your voice was soft still, understanding that though he’d do just about anything for you, this wasn’t exactly his idea of the perfect way to spend his Friday night.

“Sure am,” he couldn’t deny the satisfaction of seeing you smile so purely, so freely, hardly understanding how something so little could make you so happy, but it did, and it filled him with an unfamiliar sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. “But,” he paused, feigning seriousness as you sat up. “You have to take a shower first, smelly pants,” you left your bed with an excited squeal, making it halfway to the bathroom before running back towards him.

“You’re the best,” you giggled, squeezing him tightly in a hug, too excited to notice the way he breathed you in lightly, kissing the side of your head as you pulled away. “Love you,” you noted with a scrunch of your nose, a million things to be done still running through your head as you skipped to the bathroom.

“Love you too,” he sighed, grabbing onto one of the stuffed bears he’d brought you over the years before falling back onto your bed, the poor man had no idea what he was signing up for, but he couldn’t truly bring himself to care just yet, as long as it made you happy, he’d sign up for just about anything.

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A Hunting Trip (Part 4)

pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore

synopsis: a crash course in self defence  - *yn* finally tells dean and sam what's been going on in mystic falls. dean takes it upon himself to make sure she can keep herself safe.

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

notes: i love this chappy so much, am so happy to be back writing x

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"Just this one here."

Dean followed *yn*'s index finger to guide the impala into the driveway.

*yn* still couldn't believe that John had given Dean his car.

"Oh great, here come the million and one questions." Dean grumbled.

The rumbling engine must have alerted Sam, because he was already hurrying down the porch steps towards them. The two hopped out of the impala just as Sam reached the car.

"Where the hell have you been?" He threw his hands up in the air before perching them on his hips. His gaze firm as he glanced between the two, much like a stern mother.

"Why don't you just calm down and hold your questions till we get inside detective." Dean responded. Definitely not the right thing to say.

"Calm down?" Sam looked at him in disbelief. "I thought something had happened, you weren't answering your cell and *yn* was being all cryptic on the phone."

"Well we're here now and in one piece." Dean gestured between him and *yn*. "Although slightly traumatised."

"I'm going to explain everything, come on." *yn* patted Sam's shoulder in apology before moving past the boys to scale the porch staircase.

Sam shot Dean one last unimpressed look which Dean pretended to not see as they followed after *yn*.

"So this is your place huh?" Dean asked her as she slid her key into the front door.

"Yep, home sweet home."

The house was unexpectedly sparse. A single couch and small television occupied the living room. There was no art or pictures on the walls. Dean could see a film of dust coating the small coffee table that stood at the entrance.

It was like no one lived here.

She poked her head out of the door, scanning the quiet suburban street once more. Dean turned to look at her at the sound of the soft click of the lock sliding into place.

"I really doubt that lock's going to do much good if one of your friends wants to get in."

"Vamps can't enter a home unless they're invited in by the owner." She shot back as she placed her keys on the entry table.

"Smart ass." She grumbled under her breath as she shrugged off her jacket.

"I don't need super vamp hearing to hear you, you know." Dean remarked as his eyes slid over every inch of the house.

"I'm sorry, did you just say vampires?"

"Oh you have so much to catch up on Sammy." Dean patted his shoulder as the brothers followed *yn* down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Take a seat, you guys want something to drink?" *yn* gestured to the dining table.

"We're fine thanks."

Sam's brows had started to do that twitchy thing they did when he was anxious.

Dean turned to look at his brother incredulously. "Speak for yourself." He turned to *yn*. "I'll take anything that even slightly resembles alcohol."

She nodded knowingly, "that I can definitely do."

Dean's eyes fell on the open fridge door as *yn* disappeared behind it.

For the first time since they'd stepped foot in this place, there was evidence that someone lived here. Photos stuck under tacky mystic fall magnets were strewn haphazardly over the door's surface. He could make out photos of her and Elena in cheer uniforms and a few others with people that he had recognised around town. One of her and Damon laughing was front and centre.

None of her dad, or him and Sam, or anyone from her childhood for that matter.

"Will this do?"

Dean quickly averted his gaze as *yn* popped her head around, two bottles of beer on show.

"That'll do perfectly." A grin appeared on her face as she shut the door with her foot and came over to sit with the pair at the table.

Dean thanked her with a nod as she slid the bottle over to him. Sam looked like he was about to combust as he watched the pair take a sip from their drinks.

The silence stretched on. For the first time a look of uneasiness crossed *yn*'s features as she placed the bottle down onto the oak.

"I don't really know where to start."

The admission seemed to soften Sam's urgency. As she sat in front of them and fiddled with her fingers, it was like they were suddenly back in a hotel room, waiting for their dads to finish a hunt. Like they were trying to pretend that they were normal, even for a few hours.

"The beginning seems like a good place." His words were gentle as he studied the girl in front of him.

She bit her lip and glanced at the clock on the wall opposite her.

"Take your time, we want to know everything." Dean was the one who spoke this time, and even he had taken himself by surprise at how calm he sounded.

What was more surprising was that *yn* didn't shoot back with a sarcastic remark or roll her eyes. Instead, a grateful look flashed across her features as she nodded.

"Ok."

So, the beginning was where she started. She told them everything, from the day that her dad died to when they'd shown up. About how it was a regular job and he'd been taken by a nasty spirit and the next thing she knew, she was being moved from home to home.

She told them about vampires and werewolves and witches and dopplegangers. About humanity switches and sunlight and stakes. She told them about the Founder's Council, about the Salvatores. She told them about Katherine and the tomb vampires. She told them about Klaus, about his obsession with making an army of hybrids. She told them about the original family and the coffins, about Stefan's fixation on getting revenge on Klaus.

She did decide to leave some details out, mainly about Damon's less... morally ok decisions and the people that her friends had killed along the way. But she did tell them about her friends, about her new family, about Alaric and Sheriff Forbes, about the bonds that they had all created during this time. About the fact that she was going to a real high school now, with real teachers and real prospects of college.

The whole time their eyes did not leave her. They nodded, smiled, grimaced (a lot) and asked questions occasionally. But there was not one moment where they were not one hundred percent focussed on her. And as she talked, *yn* realised just how desperate she was to tell someone outside her mystic falls circle about what was happening. Someone from her past. Someone who could understand and sympathise with just how messed up her life had been.

As she talked, it was like she could visualise the bonds of their relationship slowly begin to repair after so many years of disuse.

"And, I think that pretty much brings it up to today."

She could feel the brothers' eyes on her as she brought the bottle to her lips and finished the remnants of the liquor in one foul gulp.

"I uh-" She watched as Sam cleared his throat, his eyes darting to look at Dean before turning to her.

"I think I'll take that beer now."

A soft smile presented itself on her lips. The chair scraped against the floor. The sound bounced off the bare walls.

"It's a lot to process."

Dean watched as *yn* disappeared behind the fridge door once more.

"If it hadn't happened to me I wouldn't have believed it." Dean's eyes never left the photos plastered in front of him as he spoke.

"So what, he literally just locked eyes with you and like... mind controlled you or some crap?"

"It's called compulsion, and yes that's what they do." *yn* corrected Sam as she made her way back to the table.

"Right sorry, he compelled you to just do whatever he wanted?"

"Pretty much yeah."

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Dean shrugged. "And if you ingest that herb you were taking about- varvin?" He continued.

"Vervain. And here." Sam raised a brow but still muttered a thank you as he took the beer and a bottle of water from her outstretched palm.

Upon closer inspection he noted the strange herb swirling around in the bottle, making the water slightly discoloured.

"It doesn't taste bad." *yn* commented when she noticed the sceptical look on his features.

"Bottoms up Sammy." Dean clapped him on the shoulder as Sam unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to his lips.

"And this really works?" He asked once he'd taken a large gulp of the liquid.

"You don't have to ingest it. You can wear it in something like a necklace and that will protect you too." She raised her wrist to reveal a bracelet dangling from her wrist.

"Me personally, I like to do both because if they yank it off you, you're screwed. Best to cover all your bases. You can incorporate into all sorts of weapons too, the stuff's a nightmare for them."

Her eyes darted between the brothers and raised a brow when she noted the looks on their features.

"What?"

"Nothing it's just uh-" Sam cleared his throat and glanced at Dean out of his peripheral. "I'm a bit confused as to why you're telling us all of this stuff. Given a lot of your friends are..."

"Vampires? You can say it." *yn* mused as she twisted the cap off her second beer. "And yes, they are my friends. But so are you. And unfortunately most vampires aren't as nice. I want you guys to be protected."

"You might want to consider getting better friends if that's what you consider friendly." Dean muttered under his breath.

"Given I'm in a generous mood, I'll choose to ignore that." Her answer made the side of Dean's lips twitch up into a smirk.

"Lucky me."

The pair locked eyes as *yn* brought the glass to her lips. He was taunting her, dangling his words in front of her like bait on a hook. Begging her to take a bite.

Her instincts were screaming at her, the words literally falling off the edge of her tongue. But the knowledge that she had to convince them to leave town was what prevented them from falling off the precipice.

"So you guys going to tell me why John's left you to fend for yourselves or what?"

"Oh come on." She continued when she saw them exchange looks. "Given I've just trauma dumped on you guys I think it's only fair you both tell me what you've been up to."

"We'd been hunting together for a few years and then he went on a trip." Dean spoke after a few moments. "And he didn't come back."

Trust Dean to include all the important details.

"That was when Dean came to get me from Stanford and-"

"Woah wait Stanford, as in Stanford University?" *yn* cut him off, her eyes growing wide.

"Uh yeah, I was studying law there."

"Sam that's amazing oh my god." *yn* breathed out, a grin spreading across her lips as she studied him.

"Thanks, I guess." Sam ducked his head down as a smile spread across his lips, unable to hide himself as her excited energy seeped into him.

"Don't be so fucking modest you dork." She laughed, "we always knew you were the nerd of the group."

She didn't miss the way Dean's small smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he studied his brother.

"John must have been really proud."

She instantly knew that she had hit a nerve when Sam's smile faltered, anger flashing across his features briefly before he regained his composure.

"Something like that."

Tension pulsated through the room as Dean pursed his lips at Sam's words. *yn* could almost see the wall go up between them.

Jesus what had she missed while she was gone?

"Anyway." Sam cleared his throat. "We went looking for him, to the town we knew he was working a job."

"No dad but there was a job. Spirit, nasty bitch too." Dean remarked, shaking his head and taking a deep drink of his beer at the memory.

"Dean dropped me back home and when I got there-" Sam looked down, a lump in his throat as he felt a rush of heat, like those flames were still licking at him, burning him from the inside.

"Jess, Sam's girlfriend, she was uh- well- she died just like our mum did."

A pregnant pause filled the room. *yn* blinked rapidly as she tried to process the information.

"Like, the exact way-"

The boys nodded solemnly.

"Fuck." She exhaled as she studied Sam. She fought the urge to reach over and take his hand.

"Jesus Sam, I'm so sorry."

"Thanks *yn*." A sad smile flitted across his features. He was unable to hide the anguish in his eyes. She knew he blamed himself for his girlfriends death. He was a Winchester, they were masters of self flagellation.

"Ever since then we've been trying to find dad."

"So what, he just took off without a word and you haven't heard from him since?" *yn* found it hard to believe that he would leave his sons without an explanation. Then again, it was John Winchester, he wasn't ever exactly going to win father of the year award.

"I've spoken to him, he gave me coordinates of another job." Dean answered her.

"That was it? No explanation of where he is?"

"That was it." No matter how good his poker face was, even Dean couldn't conceal the resentment on his face from her.

"We think he's got a lead on the thing that killed mum and that he doesn't want us involved." Sam explained.

"Right." *yn* nodded. "All the more reason for you to keep trying to find him then."

Dean's lips twitched, "trying to shake us already huh?"

"You are a pain in the ass..." She teased, "But it's not like that. I'd love for you to stay.. but you can't. It's not safe."

The mood visibly shifted. Dean's jaw tightened at her words, the veins in his hand protruding as he gripped the beer bottle. She could feel him shutting down already. So instead, she leant forward in her chair and locked eyes with Sam, praying that she could at least get through to him.

"Look, it won't take Klaus long to find out you're hunters. He probably already knows. And you two could be the best hunters in the entire fucking world, you still wouldn't have a chance against an original vampire."

She shifted her imploring gaze to Dean, swallowing the lump in her throat when he refused to meet her gaze.

"I've already lost my dad, I'm not losing you two." She twisted her fingers around each other as she tried to keep her voice steady and calm.

"You need to go and find your dad."

"Well that's ironic." Dean chuckled humourlessly.

*yn* frowned at his words. "What are you talking about?"

"He led us right to you."

"He's been leaving us clues - coordinates." Sam clarified when he saw her confusion.

"In his journal and stuff. There was a whole section on Mystic Falls, about all the mysterious animal attacks and missing persons."

"You think he knew?" Her question illicited a shrug.

"He knew something supernatural was going on. Hard to say if he suspected vampires."

She nodded, her mind was now racing even faster than it already had been. Not only did she have to worry about Klaus, but she also had to worry about word getting out in the hunter community about what was going on here.

"You have his journal?"

Sam nodded. "I'll go get it."

All she could do now was see what sort of information John had collected, what was available for hunters to find that would lead them to the town.

Dean wordlessly fished out his keys and handed them to Sam. His green eyes locked with hers as he did so, and *yn* swore he could read her mind in that moment.

She pushed the chair back, letting it scrape loudly on the wood. She could feel Dean's eyes still on her as she disappeared from view to pull open the storage cupboard under the staircase that led up to the second floor.

The shoe box was in plain sight. She reached up on her tippy toes and plucked it from the top shelf. Stepping out from underneath the stairs allowed her to examine it in the natural light.

It was tattered from age, the nike logo faded and discoloured. A layer of dust encased it. It was heavier than she remembered.

She placed it down gently onto the dining room table. Dean looked at her quizzically as she pulled off the lid. Particles of dust launched at her face, almost as if they were angry for being disturbed after so long.

"I saw you looking at my photos on the fridge." She spoke as she pushed the box towards Dean.

"You think I don't have photos of my dad, of you."

She watched as Dean brought the box closer to himself and peered inside.

"I didn't want to have to explain who any of you were to people who asked."

It also pained her to look at them.

He pulled out a stack of old photographs as she sat down once more. Her eyes never left his face, trying to gage his reaction as he sifted through the grainy faces.

A genuine smile spread across his lips as he chuckled. His mood did a 180. "Holy hell, I forgot how dorky you and Sammy were."

He flipped the photo around and sure enough there was a photo of a young Sam Winchester and *yn* Kitson.*yn* felt her cheeks flush as she snatched the photo from his hand for a closer examination.

Sure enough, there stood her and Sam, cheesy grins on their faces, dressed in matching Star Wars costumes. Sam as Luke Skywalker and *yn* as Han Solo. It was clear that the costumes had been made with whatever was available, her dad's belt nearly dwarfed her entire midsection and the pants were rolled up to her ankles so she wouldn't trip.

Despite her horror, she couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Christ, letting me go out like that has got to be considered some form of child abuse."

Dean chuckled as she placed the photo back down onto the table. "I remember you literally begging me to borrow my vest for that stupid costume."

"You should have said no, you would have been doing me a favour."

"And miss out on the opportunity to reminisce on your dorkiness years later? Hell no."

She shook her head, unable to wipe the smile off her face as Dean continued to sift through the photos.

"Oh my god."

"What?!" She was up and out of her chair, rounding the table to get a look at the photo that had made Dean's eyes bulge.

"Oh my god." She echoed as she slid into the chair beside him and peered over his shoulder.

"That is criminal." She gasped.

"What's criminal?"

The two twisted around in their seats to see Sam standing in the doorway. They glanced at each other before bursting into laughter.

"What? Show me!" Sam demanded as he stormed forward.

"Hey!" Dean protested as Sam reached over and plucked the photo from his hand. "I wasn't finishing admiring that."

*yn* covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter as she watched Sam study the picture.

"Oh my god." His face grimaced in disgust. "Burn this please."

"No, you look cute!" She protested.

"Cute is not the word I would use." Sam grumbled as he came to sit opposite them.

"Yeah sorry *yn*, gotta agree with Sammy on this one." Dean grinned as he reached over and grabbed it back from Sam.

"Dorky, loser, nerd, comes to mind though."

*yn* couldn't stifle her laughter any further as she looked at the photo once more.

It was a probably 10 year old Sam Winchester, his fringe even thicker and curlier then it was now, his two front teeth missing as he grinned wildly. He was holding some sort of science project in his small hands.

"Not much has changed in the dorky department."

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. "What like you wouldn't have some embarrassing pictures in here?"

"Me? Pfft please, I never went through an awkward phase."

This time it was *yn*'s turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah right."

"I was too busy with all the cheerleaders to go through one."

Spurred on by his words, she leant forward and flicked through the photos. A very young Dean Winchester, hair plastered up into an obnoxious quiff and gleaming with hair gel, wearing a leather jacket far too big for him, was beaming back at her. Her lips curled into a devilish grin as she plucked the photo from obscurity.

"You may not have gone through a dorky phase Winchester, but you definitely went through one just as embarrassing." She held it up triumphantly, dodging Dean's grasp as she held it out for Sam to take.

Sam let out a bark of triumphant laughter as he studied the photo, clutching his chest as he threw his head back in a dramatic fashion.

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure it's not even bad."

"Hm, I'd call using what looks like a whole tub of hair gel to style your hair pretty bad."

*yn* snickered at Sam's words.

"Give me that." Dean grumbled, snatching the photo from Sam's hand.

"Dude this is not even that bad." He protested, although *yn* didn't miss the way the apples of his cheeks turned a slight pink.

"Wasn't this his James Dean phase?" *yn* queried. Sam let out a howl of laughter.

"Oh my god how could I forget about the James Dean phase." Sam could barely get his words out as he laughed. "He'd pretend that lollypop sticks were cigarettes."

Dean's cheeks turned pinker. She almost felt sorry for him.

Almost being the key word.

"And remember that little walk he'd do."

"Hey, the man's a legend alright." Dean protested as they both burst into a fit of giggles.

"He's the definition of cool. Style. Class."

*yn*'s brows raised at Dean's words, biting her lip to stop the giggles escaping as he glared at her.

"I still think it's embarrassing." Sam remarked.

The brothers continued to bicker as *yn* resumed flicking through the photos. Her fingers stilled when her dad's smiling face suddenly stared back at her.

She was wrapped in his burly arms, her pudgy fingers clasping his neck. Pink bow in her wispy hair. A toothless smile and bright eyes aimed at him. She would have been no more than 2.

Grief hit her like an unexpected tidal wave.

She blinked as she felt hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. The pad of her pointer finger brushed over his sun worn features. The werewolf inflicted scar on his left temple.

Dean's eyes involuntarily darted to her. He went to turn his attention back to Sam when he noted the tightness of her features. The veins in her hand were revealed from her grip on the photo. He recognised the emotion on her face instantly. One that he was all too familiar with.

"So where's your aunt?"

Her eyes met his, widened from the surprise of being snapped out of their focus. They softened almost instantly, and for a moment there was a look of gratefulness on her face. Like she understood what he had done. In a blink her face morphed into one of unreadability. It happened so quickly Dean almost doubted he'd even seen it at all.

"My aunt?"

Dean frowned at her question. "The one you said you lived with? Is she at work or something?"

"Oh. Right."

Her eyes darted between the two brothers. She may be good at hiding her emotions, but Dean was better at seeing through it.

"*yn*."

"She uh, she's... well, she's dead."

"Dead?" Dean balked. "What do you mean dead?"

"Like... the tomb vampires got out and she died of an 'animal attack' sort of dead." Guilt was written all over her features as she spoke.

Two bewildered expressions stared back at her.

"It's ok.. really! It wasn't that sad, it was a while ago and to be honest she was kind of the worst so-"

"I'm not worried about you being sad, I'm worried about who the hell has been looking after you all this time."

Annoyance flashed across her features, "I don't need anyone to look after me."

"Who lives here?"

"Me."

"I mean, who else lives here?"

"No one."

"No one? So you live here all by yourself?"

"Yes, that's what I meant when I said I live here."

Dean and Sam exchanged bewildered glances.

"I'm at Elena's most of the time, I pretty much live with her."

Now it all made sense. The dust. The lack of furniture. Why it felt like no one really lived here. Because no one did.

"So you don't have a guardian? Any sort of parental figure?"

*yn* bristled at his questions. She was starting to become quite irritated.

"Ric is my guardian technically, Elena and Jeremy's too."

"Ric? As in the former vampire hunter we saw drinking with your vampire boyfriend last night? Yeah, sounds like a great role model."

"Dean." Sam warned.

"What? I'm merely stating the facts."

"I thought we were passed the whole judging, making assumptions, just being an asshole in general thing."

She held his gaze. Her eyes glowering with annoyance. She radiated stubbornness. It made Dean falter.

"I'm only asking because I care about you."

Her resolve wavered, a crack in her mask appeared that allowed Dean a glimpse. He saw a flicker of sadness.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

The shrill voice of Taylor Swift rung out through the room, preventing Dean from a response. She really had to change that ringtone.

*yn* avoided Dean's intense gaze as she fished her phone out of her pocket and glanced down at the caller ID.

"Excuse me." Was all she muttered before pushing out of her chair.

She didn't answer until she was upstairs with the door shut. "What do you want?"

"Well hello to you too." She could hear Damon's amused smirk through the phone.

"This better be good, you're interrupting precious bonding time." She grumbled as she flopped onto her bed.

"Things going that well with dumb and dumber huh?"

She huffed at his question. "All I'm going to say is I hope it went better for you with Ric's doctor friend than it is for me right now."

"Yeah funny you mention that, I'm just leaving his flat now."

She frowned, "Why?"

"To check if there was a bunny on the stove." As he spoke she picked up her childhood toy and sat it onto her chest. Buffy the plush pink horse stared back at her unblinkingly.

"That bad huh?"

"She vervained me when I accused her of killing her ex boyfriend, then the little psycho blood jacked me."

"She what?" *yn* sat upright. Buffy tumbled down the side of the bed. "Are you ok?"

"Fine, just a little miffed. Although, somewhat pleased I got to say 'I told you so' to Ric. Just as I predicted. Diagnosed psycho case."

"Great, just what we need."

"Yep, add it to our list of never ending problems." Damon drawled, "I was actually calling to see how it was going on your end with your second favourite set of brothers."

In that moment a memory surfaced. She snatched it before it could disappear once more. As he spoke she swapped the phone to her other ear and hastily leant over to pull open her bedside table draw.

"I think I'm making progress." She rifled through the stacks of paper and trinkets. She froze as her fingers found its target.

"Well that's something."

She pulled it out, hidden deep in the drawers depths. She plucked it out like a prize. A treasure amongst trash.

"Keep me updated, yeah?" She could faintly hear Damon's question on the end of the line.

"Will do." *yn* heard herself mumble as she twisted back onto her back and stared up at the photo.

"I gotta go. Talk to you later." And with that she snapped her phone shut and tossed it onto the bed beside her.

She held the paper up in her hand, stretching it above her head so the ceiling framed it. A photograph. A special one, kept apart from the others in the box in the room below her.

Luke Kitson, *yn* Kitson, Sam, Dean and John Winchester all beam back at her. The only photo of the five of them together. A perfectly dysfunctional family.

She smiled softly, letting the pads of her fingers glide over the young faces. Frozen permanently in time. None of them held a clue as to their fates. Where they would be in 8 years time. She wished she could somehow transport herself into that photograph and stay there forever.

Her anger towards Dean fizzled. Like it always did. She traced his grainy features with her fingernail.

She knew then that she had to do whatever it took to keep them safe. Even if it meant biting her tongue and quelling her anger. If it meant stretching the truth so they felt safe enough to leave her here and go on their way.

She let out a shaky breath as she pressed the photo into her chest, clutching it like she still did with Buffy when she couldn't sleep.

"I promise I'll keep them safe dad."

Sam turned to look at Dean once they heard a door shut above them.

"Oh don't give me that look Sammy."

"What look?"

"The little disappointed puppy look you've managed to master."

"You could have been a bit nicer."

"Oh come on!" Dean threw his hands up in the air. "The girl's living in a house all by herself in a town full of vamps, you expect me to be happy about this crap?"

"No, and I'm not happy about it either, but acting like this isn't exactly going to help things."

Dean muttered under his breath, leaning forward to press his elbows into his thighs so he could run his hands over his stubble.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?"

There was a static pause as Sam studied him before answering. "I think we should do what she says."

"You want us to leave?" Dean blinked dumbfounded.

"Look, if what she says is true, we stand no chance defeating these.. original vampires or whatever they're called. It'd be a suicide mission." Sam answered him, lowering his voice as he spoke.

"If we find dad we can get his help to come back and stop this."

Dean shook his head. "So what, we're supposed to just leave her here? With these-" He cut himself off, his eyes darting to the stairs before looking back at Sam. "These monsters?"

"I don't think we have a choice Dean."

"She could come with us."

"And what? Sit in a hotel room while we go work jobs? C'mon. You know that would never happen. It's pretty clear she wants to stay."

Dean frowned, rubbing his stubble stressfully as he racked his brain for another solution. There was a part of him that wanted to grab her and throw her in the back of the impala and drive away with her. But he knew he could never do that. He could never take away her freedom, her choice. Besides, she'd probably scratch his eyes out if he even tried.

"The longer we stay here the harder it's going to be to find dad."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Sam through his long lashes. "Is this about finding dad to help *yn*, or to get to him before he kills whatever killed mum and Jess?"

Sam flinched at Jess' name. His lips thinned into a firm line.

"We have a chance to kill the son of a bitch Dean. I'm not losing that. Not for anyone."

There was his answer. Dean sat up in his chair and leant back, his forehead creased as he studied his brother.

This wasn't the Sammy that he knew. The doe eyed, puppy like Sam Winchester who wanted to help everyone and anyone. No, this was a Sam Winchester who had a hard shell casing beginning to form around him. One that was driven by revenge and bitterness. One that was much too like John and Dean Winchester.

But despite all that, Dean knew his brother was right. They had no choice. If they stayed, they might all end up dead. At least this gave them time to reconvene and plan.

"Fine." Dean relented. "We go find dad, kill the son of a bitch, but then we are getting our asses back here and getting *yn* out."

"Deal." Sam nodded.

"But we ain't leaving until I give her at least some basic training. Who knows when she even last held a damn shotgun."

The staircase creaked before Sam could reply. The two sat up, trying to look as natural as possible as *yn* wondered back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that, it was Elena." She spoke, waving her phone in the air before sliding it into her pocket. She seemed to return to the room in a much better mood than when she had left it.

"Everything ok?" Sam asked her, a smile on his features.

*yn* glanced at him before looking over at Dean. A strangely friendly smile was also on his lips.

"Yeah, just friend drama." She answered as she slid into her chair.

Each party seemed to be in a much friendlier mood, but the other could not quite work out why.

Her eyes landed on a photo amongst the pile, a genuine grin spread across her lips as she pulled it towards her.

Bobby Singer stared back at her, a rare smile on his face. A five year old *yn* Kitson sat beaming on his lap.

"Do you guys still see Bobby?"

Fondness washed over her at the memory of the grumpy older man. He'd always had a soft spot for her, and her for him.

"Yeah of course." Dean nodded.

"Hey, when this business is done with our dad why don't we swing through here and pick you up and we can all take a road trip to see him?"

*yn* looked up from the photo in surprise. Her eyes flickered to Sam who was nodding encouragingly.

"That sounds like a great idea." He agreed.

She glanced between them, trying to decipher what they were trying to say. "Does this mean you're leaving?"

"Yeah, well we talked about it and we think you're right. It's probably safer for everyone if we go." Sam was the one to answer her.

Her lips parted in surprise. Dean could tell that she had not thought it would be that easy. She turned to look at him and he could tell that she was reading him, trying to find the hidden motive behind their unexpected decision.

He did his best to keep smiling. If she could read him, she did not let on, a smile instead spreading across her lips. One that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"There is just one condition though." Dean finally spoke up.

"What's that?"

"Self defence training." *yn*'s brows shot up to her hairline.

"Self defence training?" She echoed. An amused smirk spread across her lips when he nodded.

"What? Don't think I can handle myself Winchester?"

"Just want to make sure you haven't gotten rusty that's all." He shrugged. There was a glimmer in his eye as they studied each other.

"Well we wouldn't want that, would we?"

A twig snapped underneath Dean's boot. A raven cawed in the distance.

"You sure no one's around?"

The two brothers stepped into the clearing that *yn* had directed them towards.

"Yeah, Ric, Elena and I come here all the time to train." *yn* answered from behind them. A loud thump made them swivel around.

"What the hell is that?"

The two brothers looked down at the duffle bag *yn* dumped down at their feet.

"Things I defend myself with."

They watched as she bent down. The teeth of the zipper parting echoed through the woods, bouncing off the old trees.

"What are we looking at right now?" Dean queried, his brows raised as he watched her pull out a shot gun.

"Well this one is loaded with wooden bullets, excruciating and a pain in the ass to dig out." She chucked it onto the grass.

"This one shoots mini daggers." Another thud.

"This is a vervain grenade."

Thud.

"Oh and this crossbow is pretty handy too."

Thud.

"And I think that's all I've got at the moment, Ric has some more back home."

She glanced up expectantly when she got no response. Their jaws were slack as they stared at the weapons laid out in front of them.

"You made these?" It was Sam who finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, I mean Ric thought of most of 'em but I helped... fine tune the final products I guess you could say." She picked up the shotgun, popping it open with ease and glanced down into the chamber.

Sam raised a brow and looked over at Dean. He didn't need to verbalise his thoughts. It was written all over his face. "What was that about her not being able to hold a shotgun?"

Dean shot him a glare before clearing his throat, "well that's all very impressive but sometimes we don't get the opportunity to grab weapons."

*yn* eyed him sceptically as he took a few steps back to move into the centre of the clearing.

"What about your hand to hand?"

She tried to hide her smirk as she placed the shot gun on the ground. She rose to her feet and dusted her hands off on her jean shorts.

He didn't need to know that Ric had been training her and Elena for months. Or that she never stopped training, even after her dad died.

He shrugged off his leather jacket and dumped it onto the ground, leaving him in a grey t-shirt. It was loose, except for around his biceps that bulged as he tensed. Her eyes darted to his hands, watching them curl into fists. His rings gleamed back at her.

She swallowed and forced herself to move her eyes back to his face. The last thing Dean Winchester needed to see was her checking him out.

She stepped forward so she was only a few metres from him.

"You know vampires have super speed and strength right? I don't think this sort of training is going to be much use."

"Just humour me." He answered her, a small smirk twisting up onto his lips. There was that gleam in his eye again. Challenging her. Provoking her.

"I wanna see what you're made of Kit."

Kit.

It felt like eons since someone had called her that.

"Hurry up Kit!"

"Put your back into it Kit."

"That's my little Kit."

"I love you Kit."

The nickname unlocked so many memories from her past. It didn't even feel like the nickname belonged to her. Like it was someone she'd known in her past life.

It felt so foreign to her ears that her brain took a moment to process it.

"C'mon Kit, what are you waiting for?"

Dean's voice brought her back down to earth. This time, the nickname nestled into her ear and made itself home again. It sparked something in her. A determined look settled onto her features.

Dean's eyes sparked when he saw her face morph. He held back his grin as the pair began to circle each other. They danced around each other, both of them holding their breath to see who would make the first move.

The snap of a twig was all it took. *yn*'s eyes must have shifted for no more than a few seconds. But it was all the time Dean needed to lunge forward and take her by surprise.

She stepped back and moved to curl her knuckles into a fist but he was already on her. Calloused hands gripped her forearms and twisted her around. She grunted as a knee pressed into the backs of her legs causing them to involuntarily buckle.

He used his bodyweight to push her down onto her stomach, twisting her arms and pinning them to her back in one fluid movement. She squirmed under his firm grip but she knew it was pointless. She was trapped, like a fish in a net. A fly in a spiders web.

She let out a grunt of frustration as she tried once more to writhe out of his strong grip. She could almost feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as a rush of warm air puffed onto the shell of her ear.

"Just as I thought, rusty." His voice was deep and amused. She gritted her teeth as he released her from his grip, chuckling to himself as he watched her get up onto her feet. Her breath was slightly ragged as she locked eyes with him, her jaw clenched.

Her ringtone blared through the woods. She tore her eyes from Dean and hurried to her bag. Damon's name illuminated the Caller ID. Her finger hovered over the accept button. She stole a glance at Dean who was already studying her intently. She flipped her phone shut.

"You don't need to get that?"

"Not important." She answered as she flicked it to silent and shoved it into the depths of her bag.

She rose to her full height and marched back into the centre of the clearing.

"Again."

After an hour, her body was aching and bruised. It was screaming at her to give up. And she might have done, if Dean hadn't just lunged at her for what must have been the 12th time and finally left his stomach exposed.

She stepped forward and punched him square between his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. She jumped on the opportunity instantly, kicking his feet out from underneath him. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, she pushed him to the ground and straddled his torso. A wild grin spread across her lips as she pinned his arms above his head.

Victory was hers. Finally. There was a triumphant look in her eye as his body stilled underneath hers, admitting defeat.

A smirk appeared on his lips as his hands settled on her thighs. His chuckle sounded like gravel. He winced as she intentionally pushed down onto the area of his stomach where a bruise was already starting to form.

"Well played Kit."

The praise affected her more than it should have.

She felt her cheeks flush as the pair locked eyes. The pad of Dean's thumb brushed against her skin. It left goosebumps in its wake.

"I'm spent." Sam groaned from behind them.

She finally broke eye contact, ducking her head down as Dean's hands flew from her thighs.

"Can we have a break now?" She asked as she rolled off him and glanced over at Sam.

"Please." Sam agreed as he collapsed against a tree. He seemed oblivious to the interaction that had just occurred.

"Great." *yn* rose to her feet and began to stretch her aching limbs. She could hear Dean getting onto his feet behind her.

"These weapons really work?" Dean spoke after a few moments of silence stretched through the clearing.

He had her crossbow in his hand. "Yeah, they've been useful before."

"And this one shoots stakes?" He brought it up to rest on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that ones a personal favourite of Ric's." *yn* answered as he watched him settle on a tree as a target. One eye closed as his finger rested on the trigger. Then he pulled.

There was a whoosh as a blurry figure snaked past her. The stake never found its target. It was stopped by a hand. A gaudy ring waved back at her. As did a smirking Damon.

"Uh oh, vampire not staked."

She blinked and he was gone. Firm hands gripped her shoulders before the stake had even hit the ground. A hard body pressed against her.

The band of the gaudy ring that was staring back at her only seconds ago was now pressing into her throat. Her face was guided to the side, exposing her skin. Fangs lightly scraped the side of her neck.

"Pretty girl gets killed instead." He murmured, his lips only millimetres from her skin. His fangs brushed her as he spoke.

Her face flushed and her heart pounded against her ribcage. This was so not the reaction she should be having to this encounter. She was certain Damon could hear the way her pulse was pounding. All she could do was hope that he assumed it was out of fear.

"You guys gotta work on your hunting skills."

*yn* knew how it looked, how Damon intended for it to look in front of Dean and Sam. But what they didn't see was how gently he had shifted her neck. How he had just brushed his thumb along the curve of her skull, almost in a way to communicate that he wasn't going to hurt her.

Dean's face had hardened as he aimed the crossbow at Damon.

"Alright ease up cowboy." Damon raised his hands in mock surrender but didn't make an attempt to move from behind *yn*. His makeshift shield.

"I'm just trying to make this training exercise as realistic as possible."

"Dean it's ok." *yn* reassured him. "This is just Damon's sick idea of a joke." She sneered.

Dean's eyes darted between Damon and *yn* for a few moments before he reluctantly lowered the crossbow. She could see Damon's smirk widen.

"You think my humour is sick? Why thank you."

She rolled her eyes and shoved him off her.

"You're an idiot."

He grinned at her as his fangs slid back into his gums and the veins under his eyes shrunk.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him before he could open his mouth again to spew out another taunt.

"You weren't answering your cell."

It was an accusation, not an explanation.

"I turned it off." His eyes narrowed at her answer.

"I need to talk to you." He glanced over at Dean and Sam, "in private." She rolled her eyes once more but nodded.

"And remember boys, special vamp hearing if you wanted to have a little gossip session about me while I'm gone." He turned and shot them an obnoxious wink.

She didn't wait for a response from Sam or Dean before she grabbed Damon's arm and dragged him off into the woods.

"Oh come on *yn*, why so grumpy." He teased. She gritted her teeth and finally came to a stop once they were out of ear shot of the boys.

"You rocking up with your fangs out isn't exactly going to help me convince them that they should leave me here, is it?"

This time it was Damon's turn to roll his eyes. "Alright I'm sorry, I was just having a little fun."

She sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "How's it going with them anyway?"

"Good actually, they've agreed to leave town."

"Really? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Huh." Damon nodded, his lips pursed, "probably good timing actually."

"And why's that?"

"Well... I sort of had a run in with Klaus."

"What? What happened?" All annoyance directed towards Damon flew out the window.

"He got the coffins back."

"Shit." She cursed under her breath. "So we're all screwed then?"

"Well... I did manage to hide one before he got there."

She blinked in disbelief. "The locked one?"

"Yep." He popped the 'p' as he nodded. "Let's just say he wasn't too pleased with me."

"So we still have leverage." She breathed out, "that's good. Although he's probably going to be twice as murderous now."

"Oh, I think he's going to have bigger things to worry about for a while."

Her eyes narrowed at his words, "and why's that?"

A smirk twisted up onto Damon's lips as he leant into his jacket pocket. She took a step back, her eyes widening at the object.

A white ash dagger stared back at her.

"Is that...?"

"You bet it is."

"Damon what the hell did you do?"

He shrugged. "I thought it was time for a brotherly reunion."

"So you're telling me we've now got two original vampires running around Mystic Falls?"

"Elijah hates Klaus. Wants him dead."

"We thought that the last time and look what happened."

Damon huffed. "This is different, Klaus broke his promise and stuffed him into a wooden box. The dudes pissed. And if Elijah's pissed, it means we have a chance to get him to work with us to finally put a stop to Klaus's little tirade."

*yn* sighed and folded her arms in front of her chest. "You better be right about this."

"When am I ever wrong."

She shook her head, a ghost of a smile spreading across her lips as she looked away. Her eyes involuntarily dragged back into the direction of Sam and Dean.

"You want to get back to your training Kit?"

The nickname falling from his lips made her jerk her head back at him.

"That is what they call you, isn't it?"

"Were you spying on me?" She hissed.

"I had to find you from the sound of your voices. I didn't have a choice but to listen in." He shrugged innocently. If looks could kill, he'd be very much dead right now.

"I did arrive in time to see you tackle hero hair 2.0 to the ground."

"Are you done?"

"It was kind of hot."

She felt her cheeks begin to burn.

"Alright now I'm done." He grinned. "I'll leave you to it, gotta go tell the baby brother my genius plan."

She watched him take a few steps before he suddenly turned back around to face her. All traces of humour had left his face. She jutted her chin up to look at him as he marched towards her.

"Don't put your phone on silent again." A breath caught in her throat as he raised a hand to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze had softened as he studied every inch of her face.

"I hate worrying that something's happened to you."

In a blink he was gone.

"Fuck." She murmured under her breath.

*yn* spent the time it took reaching the clearing to collect herself and push thoughts of Damon to the back of her mind. By the time she reached the boys, she was the perfect picture of calm and normalcy.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded, "friend drama."

Dean nodded. She knew that he didn't believe her.

"So-" She cleared her throat. "Do you guys want to keep training?"

"It's getting kind of late actually, we should probably get going soon." Sam answered her.

She felt her heart plummet to the ground. She knew that they had to go, but she wasn't ready for it. They'd just got here. They were just starting to reconnect, to mend those bonds that had eroded over the years.

Even though she was practically limping from their training session, it had been some of the most fun she'd had in a long time. Giggling as Sam and Dean bickered, or trying to contain her laughter when she'd accidentally kneed Sam in the groin. It felt so natural. So familial. Almost like her dad was about to pop out and call them in for dinner like he used to all those years ago.

Surely it wouldn't hurt if they stayed just a little while longer. Like Damon had said, Klaus was distracted.

"Why don't you guys stay the night?" She suggested, glancing between them hopefully.

"We could grab some dinner and then you can head out in the morning."

The boys exchanged dubious glances.

"C'mon you can sleep at mine, I'm sure you must be sick of motel beds."

That seemed to be what tipped them over the edge.

"Alright that sounds good, thank you." Dean spoke, shooting her a tight lipped smile.

A grin spread across her lips, "great! Let's get something from the grill. I think it's burger deal night." She spoke enthusiastically as she picked up her duffel bag.

"Ooh! I call shotgun!" And with that she hurried off towards the impala, leaving the boys trailing after her.

"We're not playing any Taylor Swift." Dean called out to her as she neared the car.

She rolled her eyes, "I know you don't actually hate her."

"Oh really? And how do you know that?"

The car lock clicked.

"Because no one actually hates Taylor Swift. It's impossible."

Dean muttered something under his breath as the three of them piled into the impala. Sam's knees were practically up to his face as he forced himself into the back. Dean slid the key into the ignition.

"Do you still have that ACDC tape your dad used to play all the time?"

Dean's fingers froze in place. He turned to look at her.

"You still listen to ACDC?"

"Yeah. Of course I do. Why do you think I chose the name Young?"

Dean thought he might pass out as realisation hit him. "Like as in Angus Young...."

"Yeah..." She looked at him puzzled. "Do you guys still not use those sort of fake names?" She glanced over her shoulder at Sam.

"Yeah we do it's just..." Dean trailed off, bringing her attention back to him.

"Anyway-" He cleared his throat, "I have it, it's already in."

His answer made her smile grow wider. "Well what are you waiting for Winchester?"

He shook his head in disbelief before twisting the key in the ignition, letting the impala rumble to life. He pressed a button and the beginning of Back in Black started to blare through the speakers.

Sam internally groaned.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." She leant back in her seat and kicked her feet up onto the dash as Dean pulled out onto the road.

Sam's brow raised when Dean didn't say a word. If that had been him, he'd have been told to get out and walk.

Dean grinned and began to tap his fingers along the leather of the wheel, his head bobbing in time.

"Back in black, I hit the sack - come on Winchester!" She exclaimed when she didn't hear Dean's voice, hitting his chest playfully.

Sam blinked in disbelief as Dean began to join in, the pair of them shouting at the top of their lungs. Dean cranked the music louder.

"Oh my god." Sam mumbled to himself.

"There's two of them."

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ᛖᚦᚨᚾ (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader) - Chapter Eight

After a while, Rebekah returned from her little trip. They all met in the living room to discuss matters. Y/N had once again grown anxious after escaping Elijah's calming state. She tapped her foot and chewed on her nails are she talked with the siblings.

"What should we do?" She asked, moving her finger away from her mouth to speak before returning it swiftly to give her something to do. Elijah reached over and grabbed her hand, putting it in his to keep it out of her mouth.

"First, you're going to stop doing that. Then, we need to come up with a plan. There are three of them. While they can't kill us, they can still hold us off. We need more people on our side." Elijah sighed.

Klaus sighed, "Are you suggesting who I think you are?"

"This is the town, isn't it?" Elijah asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She's been gone almost a thousand years. Of course they would meet other people and when she rejoins the siblings, they wouldn't go into specifics until she asked. They were all dramatic.

"Who is it that you are referring to?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms with a sigh.

Elijah spoke, "The people you shooed away." Y/N sighed and shrugged a shoulder, "You helped." His lip twitched a little as it threatened to turn up into a smirk.

"After we have more advantage on our side, what then? We can't just walk up, snap their necks, grab Ethan, and leave. When has it ever been that easy for us?" Rebekah asked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side.

"When have our plans ever gone according to plan?" Klaus countered.

"So what do we do? March in and see what happens? I can't put Ethan in danger like that..." Y/N spoke, uncrossing her arms and slumping her shoulders. They all sighed, thinking of what they should do. Getting Ethan wouldn't be easy, especially if they were going up against witches. They needed a plan that would work.

"Right now, all we can do is try and get the Mystic Falls gang to help. We still don't know how powerful these witches are. So we can't figure all of this out and make a plan until we do." Klaus spoke.

Y/N sighed and nodded. She walked toward the door, the siblings watching after her in confusion. She turned around as she placed her hand on the doorknob and looked at Elijah, "Are you coming?"

"And where are we going?" He asked, walking over to her.

"To get the help." She answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Elijah huffed a small laugh and walked after her, not bothering to try and get her to wait until morning. He knew here enough to know she wouldn't want to waste a perfectly good night worrying about her son more than she already was.

Elijah and Y/N were in the car in no time. He drove because he was the only one who knew where he was going. After the short drive, Y/N found herself in front of a boarding house. She almost rolled her eyes, "Do all the vampires in this town live in big expensive houses? It's not very subtle."

Elijah laughed, getting out of the car and rushing to her side to help her out. She smiled sweetly as she took his hand, getting out of the car and heading to the door.

"This is the Salvatore Boarding House. And, to answer your question, no. However, the local werewolf lives in a mansion." He spoke as he lead her to the door.

"Of course they do." Y/N said, rolling her eyes with a smile. They got to the door and Elijah just turned the knob and let himself in, clearly familiar with his surroundings. They walked in, their arms intertwined as Elijah fixed his already perfect tie.

The brothers were speaking in another room as the two walked up. Elijah announced, "I hope you don't mind, we let ourselves in."

The brothers turned to face him, instantly on guard from the Originals in their house. Damon spoke, "Then I'm sure you can let yourself out."

"Is that any way to treat your house guest?" Y/N spoke, tilting her head.

Stefan tilted his head, "You're less our house guest, more our intruder."

"And if you would leave, that'd be great. Preferably before a few chairs in this room get broken." Damon added, taking a small step forward towards one of the chairs, he was clearly itching to break one of the legs off and use it.

Elijah rolled his eyes and spoke, "We only came to talk, nothing else. Where are your friends?"

"Why?" Stefan asked, taking a step forward in question.

"That will be explained when your friends get here." She said, flashing a smile.

The brothers eyed her, not trusting her just like they didn't trust the rest of the Mikaelsons. She only stared back, giving a silent challenge as she dared them to mess with her. Stefan sighed and picked up his phone, taking a call.

"Hey, Stefan. What's up?"

"Elena, we need you all over here quickly. Get Caroline and Bonnie."

"We're here."

"Why? What happened?"

Stefan turned to face Elijah and Y/N and spoke while he stared at them, "We have a visit from a couple Originals."

~

The three girls opened the door as they stepped into the house. Upon seeing the Originals, their steps slowed and they made sure the carefully walk around them to get beside Damon and Stefan.

"What are you all doing here? What do you want?" Elena asked.

Y/N brought her hands up to her temples, fighting to cover her ears as she whispered, "Oh my god, you're voice is so annoying..." She turned away for a moment and Elijah simply closed his eyes and fought back the smile that was about to creep onto his face. He turned, placing a hand on her hip and whispering to her, "This really isn't the time, my dear..."

YN nodded, "You're right. My apologies..." She shook her head quickly and straightened back up as she turned around and acted as nothing had happened. Elena had crossed her arms when she'd turned around.

"We only came to talk, nothing else." Elijah spoke as he straightened his suit, his already perfect suit.

"What if we don't want to listen?" The new girl said, crossing her arms and leaning on her side. Y/N had already met Elena and Caroline, so she was probably the other girl Stefan mentioned, Bonnie.

Y/N tilted her head, mirroring her position and saying, "Well, we have ways of persuading you."

Bonnie straightened up again as she spoke, her voice cautious and alarmed, "Who even are you?"

Y/N spoke, "As Elijah said, we are only here to talk, nothing else."

"We need your help." Elijah finally said.

"The Originals need our help? With what?" Caroline asked, shocked and surprised. This was not what she had been expecting.

Y/N looked at Elijah, her eyes worried as she silently asked him if they were really sure about telling them. Elijah nodded once and Y/N sighed, "My son has been taken. By witches. We need help getting him back..."

They all stared in disbelief. There was silence that filled the room before Stefan asked, "You came all the way from New Orleans to get our help?"

She shook her head and, before she could start to explain, Elijah did for her, "The witches want his power. In order to do that-"

"They needed to come to the place of birth." Bonnie finished.

Y/N tilted her head and Elijah nodded, "Exactly. Ethan was born here. So....they came here."

Y/N nodded as she sighed, "There are three witches and we don't want to exactly match their power. We need help and you seem to be the chosen people to help..."

"You said it was your son?" Elena asked.

She nodded, "Yes, he's nine and probably really scared right now... He's just a kid." Elijah placed a hand around her waist and brought him to his side.

"Wait, so...he's a Mikaelson as well?" Damon asked.

"Yes. I'm his mother."

"And I'm his father." Elijah said, standing a little straighter, either as a challenge to them or as pride over his son. Both made Y/N smile.

"Wait, but vampires can't procreate." Stefan asked.

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes, turning around to walk out of the door, "This is stupid. We never should have come..."

Elijah grabbed her arm and brought her to the side, away from the others. He whispered to her, "We need the help. These are the best chances we have."

Y/N shook her head, "They're just children. They don't understand."

"We can hear you, you know!" Damon said from the other room.

"Good!' Y/N yelled back.

Elijah told her, "We have to try." He then lowered his voice, low enough to make certain they couldn't hear, "And if they don't help us willingly...we'll use force. They're our best option. We can't leave Ethan to the witches."

Y/N sighed, staring into Elijah's eyes. She took a small breath to calm herself and nodded, "And we won't.... Fine."

Elijah gave her a small smile and pulled her close, capturing her lips in his. "I love you, my dear."

"I love you." She responded. They both walked back into the room and Y/N sighed.

"Okay, so here's the gist. My mother...my adoptive mother was a witch. She created this necklace," she lifted the necklace for them to see, "a long time ago. The wearer is protected from any supernatural harm. I was human was I was pregnant with Ethan almost a thousand years ago. While I was pregnant with him, Esther made us into what we were. But I was made the day after. I left home and Mikael found me. I told him of my son and he completed my change. The necklace protected Ethan, preventing him from being killed. He lived and was born part vampire, part human...and apparently, part witch. The whole vampire thing in his system slowed his growth instead. So he's physically and mentally nine years old with the experience of a near thousand year old being. Any questions?"

Damon raised his hand and she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Just one, why are we supposed to believe this?"

"Forget it." Y/N said, turning around to walk off. Elijah moved his hand from her waist to her arm as he pulled her back without turning his body or attention. She turned back almost immediately, not bothering to fight him in this. She stood next to him again and Elijah spoke, "Why would we lie about a little boy, our son, being in trouble to do something to you?"

The group exchanged looks, having a silent conversation as they thought over what they should do. The two Originals read their faces as they watched, waiting for a reply.

Damon's face scrunched in irritation and disbelief, but he soon sighed heavily and turned back to the two, for the most part, patiently waiting.

"Fine." Damon said, "We'll help you. What's the plan?"

Elijah smiled and explained, "That is to be decided. For now, wait for a call..."

They looked in annoyance and Elijah simply continued to watch. "Thank you. We will call you when we've come up with a plan. For now, we shall be seeing you."

He grabbed Y/N's hand and they quickly rushed away and out of the door, at the car in no time. After they reached the car, Elijah opened her door and she got in. The rest of the car ride was filled with Y/N thinking of a plan while Elijah simply enjoyed the presence of the person he'd been in love with for the past thousand years.

Y/N loved Elijah with all her heart, and she wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her immortal life with Elijah. But with her son gone, she couldn't focus on her heart's desire until her son was found. Elijah knew this, and he would gladly wait if it meant he got to spend time with her and his son.

~

Ethan must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a very unfamiliar place. It wasn't anywhere he'd been, which was definitely not something he could say much.

The room he was in was vacant, other than a single bed and a bedside table. He looked around, wandering if everything was just a dream. He moved off of the bed and inched toward the window, peering out to see a tiny field that meets woods at the end.

He turned around and looked at the door. He hoped that, when he opened it, he'd turn the corner, or whatever was on the other side, and see his mother waiting for him to wake.

He took in a small breath and placed his hand on the knob. He slowly turned it and stepped out of the room. He wanted to call out, call for his mother, call for Elijah, he didn't know. But he didn't. He kept his mouth shut and slowly walked down the hall he was met with.

He took a silent, slow step out into the hall and did that for each of his steps. When he was met with the end of the hall, he looked out to see what lay ahead. The redheaded witches were sat at a table in the kitchen, plates in front of them as they discussed matters between them quietly.

Ciara looked up from her food and over to Ethan who she saw enter the hall, "Aw, you're awake. Come, you must be hungry. You haven't eaten since, I assume, yesterday. You need to eat. You are still part human, young boy."

Ethan shifted in his spot, he didn't want to go closer to the witches. He didn't know them, they kidnapped him. But they hadn't hurt him this far, but what does that mean for the future? He didn't know what to do.

Saoirse tilted her head and stood up from her seat. She slowly approached Ethan, kneeling when she got up to him. Ethan took a step back, earning a sigh from Saoirse. "You have every reason not to trust us, child," she started, "But you do not need to fear us. We will not kill you, you have our word."

Ethan thought over her words. Her words were very careful. She said they wouldn't kill him...but would they hurt him? He couldn't be sure, he could only be cautious. But how good was that? He sighed and nodded, knowing if he didn't willingly eat, they would be sure he did.

She stood and held out her hand. Ethan didn't take it, instead he walked up to the table and sat down at the empty chair, a plate of food already in front of him. He stared at it, not exactly trusting it. "Eat up. We have a big day today." Roisin said.

Ethan looked up at her, a hint of fear written on his face. Roisin shook her head, "That is not today. That shall be tomorrow. Today, we need to collect supplies."

Ethan gulped and looked back at the food. "Eat. Or you'll faint later on. No need to cause a scene." Ciara told him. Ethan sighed and began to slowly eat his food, to the satisfactory of the witches around him.

He just wanted to be home with his mother, safe in her arms. He wanted to be at his favorite cabin in his favorite city watching the sunset with his mother. Like they had before. He didn't want to be here.

~

"Y/N." Elijah said, leaning over as he whispered her name into her ear. She looked up from her book. She had just finished listening to Klaus give off a few possible plans but they were all turned down because they didn't have enough information for those plans to work.

Elijah narrowed his eyes slightly as he said, "I would like to take you somewhere today. Just for a little while. I think you'll like it."

"Where?" Y/N asked, a small smile spreading over her lips.

He smiled a little as he said, "It's a surprise."

Y/N gave a little chuckle and nodded, "Okay, when?"

He stood then, holding his hand out for Y/N. She took it and he hauled her to her feet. He held out his arm and linked it with hers, walking out of the front door with her and heading to the car.

The car ride was calm, filled with light conversation as Y/N talked about a few places she and Ethan had been. When Elijah stopped the car, putting it in park, Y/N furrowed her brow as she looked out to the wood in front of them.

Elijah opened her door and held out a hand for her. "Why are we here?" Y/N asked. Elijah smiled a little as he told her, "You'll see..."

Y/N sighed and gave him another smile as an indicator that she trusted him. He led her through the woods, guiding her down a semi-familiar path. Then she saw it.

"Is this...?" Y/N asked as she saw what lay ahead of her.

Elijah nodded, "Home."

She smiled as she let go of his hand and looked around. She could still remember the village she grew up in, she could see them still standing in the wood. She could see the fire that burned in the middle of the village, the stables where they kept the horses, the trees that she and the young Mikaelson siblings used to climb.

Elijah watched, a smile on his face as she saw her wonder and awe when she saw her old home. She turned as she ran back over to Elijah, grabbing his hand. She ran through the familiar place with him, laughing as she was reminded of those times all those years ago where Elijah and herself would run through the wood as they enjoyed their time together. She missed those days. She missed him.

"Thank you, Elijah." She told him, a bright smile on her face. She chewed on her lip as she said, "When we get Ethan back, we'll have to show him..."

Elijah nodded, grabbing her hands in his as he placed a gentle kiss to the back of them. "Come." He told her, turning around and leading her somewhere. After the short walk was complete, Elijah stopped. He looked down and stomped on the ground. He nodded and gave a swift, hard stomp as the ground collapsed in front of them.

Elijah took her hand and she smiled. He motioned toward the giant hole and she jumped in, Elijah following after her. They looked around, Elijah trying to figure out what part of the cave they were in and Y/N listening to the water dripping deep in the cave.

He silently led her through the dark and damp cave, making sure she didn't trip and fall or hurt herself. He stopped suddenly, Y/N making her way around her as she looked to see why he'd stopped.

"We can't go in. It's warded against vampires." Elijah spoke, a small hint of annoyance in his voice. She chewed her lip and grabbed her necklace, clenching it in her hand before taking a step forward.

She sighed, releasing a breath she hadn't known she was holding as she saw herself pass the threshold of the wardings. "How..." Elijah trailed.

Y/N took a breath in, not sure how she was able to do it either. She shrugged and lifted the necklace, "I've learned to blame it on the necklace at this point." He chuckled, accepting her answer.

"Elijah Mikaelson, would you like to come in?" She asked him, a small smile on her face a she held out her hand. He smiled and spoke, "I most certainly will." He held out his hand to grab hers, walking through the warding with ease.

"So...why exactly are we here in the first place?" Y/N asked, taking a step closer to Elijah and looking up into those breathtakingly beautiful eyes. He bent down and kissed her lips softly before slowly turning her around and pointing towards the wall of the cave.

She looked and immediately let out a soft gasp. On the cave wall were the names that Y/N and the Mikaelsons had carved into the wall so many years ago. "That is why." He told her softly.

She took a step forward, her hand held out as she approached the wall, scared that if she walked too fast the names would disappear. Her hand touched the cold, wet wall and she smiled. She ran her hand softly against the wall, her fingers tracing Elijah's name on the wall.

Elijah stepped closer as well, placing his hand over hers. He moved it over to hers, smiling at the name. "I haven't seen them since we made them... I never got to see yours."

"I came here after Ethan was born. I carved our names into the cave, so that something of ours were with each other." She spoke as she moved her hand to Ethan's name.

Elijah looked at the names and smiled.

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"They're beautiful." He told her, kissing her softly.

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WHAT DATING DAMON SALVATORE IS LIKE (DAMONXWITCH!S/O):

⚫️summary; Dating Damon as a Witch!S/O. Reader is a very powerful witch who met Damon & Stefan in 1864 & has been close with them ever since.

⚠️warnings; angst, emotional, horny!Damon, some swearing, if you’re not 18+ go away, smutish topics, blood ofc, etc.

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-knowing the Salvatore brothers was like knowing heaven & hell but mainly… hell…they fought & fought & fought, well you catch my drift & for the stupidest reasons too. Knowing they cared for each other just wasn’t enough. Y/n Y/L/n had to come along to literally rip them apart when they would get physical.

-dating Damon however was insane, if he wasn’t attached at your hip, it’d be his hips rutting into yours… if he wasn’t feeling you near him as much as possible he’d be clinging to you whenever he could…

-his smile? your favorite thing.

-his eyes though? they made you feel like you would ascend at any second.

-you? his drug.

-he made sure to always be romantic & loving when no one saw & even if they did? he’d do so much more just to sicken them.

-dating Damon was full of chaos & getting hurt both physically & emotionally. but overall it was like your 100+ years of friendship actually meant something.

-he knew you like the back of his hand & when he saw your eyes flicker in the same color of your powers? he knew danger was close. as in you being the danger.

-he would try his best to keep you calm but would ultimately fail & watch you slaughter the enemy alongside Bonnie whom you had taught as well.

-he loved watching your anger take over. really? he just loved watching you give into your emotions, knowing you had taken years to let the fear of what you could do go.

-dating Damon was like fire and ice, fighting for domination until one let the other win.

-it was like an eternal spark was lit when you both admitted your feelings while watching your best friend/his brother fall in love.

-“you know, the way he looks at Elena, is how I imagine I look at you.” Damon would accidentally say as your legs laid in his lap & a glass of bourbon in both of your guys’ hands.

-“really? I would say the same but I know i’d do a lot more damage if someone hurt

you. I would probably go on a rampage.” you would reply as his hand ran up your leg, squeezing the flesh slightly as he heard those words leave your lips.

-it would soon turn to broken glass on the floor as he had you pinned to the wall while his lips attacked yours passionately.

-the intense confession became a night of entangled bodies and “i’ve loved you for so long” being repeated over & over.

-from there he’d never let a single hair

on your head get hurt.

-throwing his leather jacket over your shoulder when he saw your cold.

-eyes always looking for you in a room to make sure you were okay.

-PROTECTIVE! BOYFRIEND!

-if he even suspected someone wanted to hurt you, he’d go after them.

-would love to watch you train with Bonnie & Caroline.

-always trying to be the best he can be for you.

-“You know, you look pretty fucking gorgeous when you slam someone into the ground like that. Never knew telekinesis could be so hot.” Damon would say in the middle of a big ass fight.

-“Oh really? One second— Well get used to it tough guy.” You would say between blasting another hybrid into pieces.

-training with Damon & Alaric for fun but also to get their endurance to

magic up.

-being his serenity.

-him being yours but also your chaos.

-Stefan reminding you both that no matter how different you both were you still mended so perfectly together & it only made your heart flutter even more.

-dating Damon Francesco Salvatore is like being protected, loved, needed, desired, cared for, & worshipped all in one.

-but it was also making sure he felt the same love he gave because god knows that man desires that so much.

-he would melt in your touch & would be on his knees for you if you wanted.

-of course with his head between your knees if you wanted too.

-Damon Salvatore, your eternal

soulmate, the one you’d give your life for, the one who’d know exactly what you needed at your worst & the one you’d rip the world apart to protect. Your Forever.

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𝔓𝔒𝔙: Enemies to lovers with Stefan Salvatore (fem! Reader) ‼️warning⚠️: little smut! Mention of erotic things, cute very cute! there is no age difference, You're of age! Stefan is a cute and a little bit perv future boyfriend! Fem! Reader 🥰✨🫢 enemies to lovers!

You:

You meet Stefan thanks Elena when you went to see her on the way out of the university.

You don't like Stefan at all, you feel like he's the typical Fuck boy that exists anywhere.

When you went to a game to see Elena and Caroline who were the cheerleaders of the team where Stefan was the captain, by "accident" Stefan hit you with the ball and instead of apologizing he laughed with his friends and made you look ridiculous.

Since that horrible day you hate him with all your being and even wish that something bad would happen to him, you know, Karma!

One night when you left the house to go shopping you discovered that Stefan was a vampire, you were shocked because you didn't believe they still existed.

You had a problem, is that you You hated vampires since they killed the love of your life, you swore that the night you were going to transform into a wolf you were going to kill those who took your boyfriend's life.

You had some strange dreams where Stefan was on top of you, he was biting you but you didn't scream for help, rather you moaned his name and asked for more, that made you wake up panting and sweating.

Every time you went to see Elena to help her with her relationship with Damon, who was your best friend, you always saw her with that "cocky idiot" as you had nicknamed Stefan.

When you tried to talk to her, he always interrupted you saying: "Come on, baby, you can't wait your turn to talk to Elena, oh I know! You're going to tell her that you touch yourself thinking about me" and you turn red from shame and anger… How dare he say something like that!

Unfortunately for you, you found out at a dinner with your friends, which included Damon, Elena, Caroline and her boyfriend Klaus Mikaelson, because Stefan, that "big idiot" was Damon's brother, your jaw literally fell when you saw that the boy who most you hated was the brother of one of your best friends, this couldn't be real!

Who knew that the hatred you felt for Stefan was slowly turning into love, since whenever you saw him with other girls you would get extremely jealous.

Every time Stefan bothered you or looked at you, the colors rose to your face, at first you didn't know why but you loved having his attention, it made you feel special.

Although you didn't admit it in front of him or your friends, you loved it when he called you names like: "baby" "princess" "annoying little thing" "sexy immature" "sweetie" "doll"

Y/n: Since I hate Stefan I want to hit him but at the same time I want to sleep in his arms while his pretty eyes look at me and his pretty lips kiss me.

You love his back madly since it is wide, it looks soft and how you want to scratch him when it becomes possible for him to make you his.

Stefan:

Stefan already knew you for a long time thanks to his brother.

You always caught his attention especially since you were short in his eyes, you were a cutie.

"He said or pretended" to hate you so as not to attract the attention of others and be described as weak, especially his friends, you know, he has to preserve his "popularity".

He loved when you got angry because you made a pout that made him want to eat you with kisses.

He once heard a rumor that you were in a relationship with Elijah Mikaelson, that made him extremely jealous, his nature as the "ripper" came to light every time he thought about you with another man other than him.

Despite his "angelic face" Stefan was very possessive of his "angel" that is, you.

His jealousy was not so extreme or possessive to the extreme, nor did he want to see himself as a monster, he wanted to be your protector, your safe place, the love of your life.

He did know that you were a wolf thanks to a conversation he had with Klaus since he knew the "boss" of your pack.

He was not ashamed to admit that he had erotic dreams about you, whenever he woke up sweating and panting he wished you were there to help him with his "problems."

One day at the gym where you went with Caroline (Stefan also goes to that gym) he saw that you were going to do yoga and when he saw you in those yoga pants he got hard and horny and he held on until he could not take you right then and there or take you away. to the bathroom to make you his until you're tired.

He loved madly, your laugh was like music to his ears and your smile was like a drug for him, it was very addictive.

He plans to marry you and have a big family by your side.

The only person who can stop the actions of the "ripper" is you, since you are his angel, the love of his life.

Stefan loves your neck madly. In his eyes it looks so soft and flexible. Many times he has fantasized about fitting his fangs and feeding on you while he imagines that you moan his name asking for more.

Stefan: You're going to see my angel, very soon you're going to be mine, you're going to be in my arms and I'm going to kiss you and hug you and I'm never going to let you go... I'm going to protect you with my life if necessary.

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ℙ𝕆𝕍: You are Hope's best friend and one night she calls you to have a girls' night out, you already had Hailey's trust because you already knew each other so you could just walk into her house, only Hope never introduced you to her dad. and his uncle, when you entered her house because it was your turn to buy the sweets and potatoes, you went the wrong way and ended up in the dining room where you saw four men who, upon seeing you, were not at all surprised (You assumed they were drunk because the air it smelled like fine alcohol lol) You were very uncomfortable when the four of them came back to see you and the four of them behaved flirtatiously, you wanted to say something but luckily Hope came down from her room and saved you from being able to say or do anything and then she gave the four men a murderous look for make you uncomfortable and I scold you for not going up quickly since "you knew" her house and you were just laughing at your moment so to speak "more humble".

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Pov: You are the youngest sister of the Salvatore family, and to celebrate your 18th birthday, your brothers decided to throw you a big party where, to their bad luck, the Mikaelson brothers arrived, when the time came for you to enter and they saw you go down with Your beauty left them shocked and each one separately swore that he would make you his no matter what happened, they wanted you to be their queen, wife and mother of their children. Klaus, Elijah and Kol would have to do everything they could to hold you in their arms.

In Klaus' mind: God! She is so precious… I know she in the future will be my queen!

In Elijah’ mind: Oh my lord she is a goddess, we could be the perfect couple, she will be mine, only mine!

In Kol’ mind: The most beautiful girl that I have ever seen in my life, she will be the perfect girlfriend and wife for me, yes yes only mine!

K, E, K: She will be mine, only mine and nobody else…

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The characters vs The actors

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

A Hunting Trip (Part 3)

pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore

synopsis: a spiked punch - damon finds *yn* after the incident at the boarding house and dots finally start to connect. *yn* and damon share a moment & reminisce on their first memories. dean makes amends.

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, violence, just vampires being vampires man

notes: the series is gonna start ramping up now... strap in ;)

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Leaves crunched under *yn*'s sneakers as she trailed through the woods. Her phone pressed to her ear as it rung, silently begging for Sam to answer.

"*yn* I-"

"-listen Sam, Dean's safe." She cut him off before he barely got a word out. She could hear the sigh of relief echo through the speakers.

"Where is he? I need to come get him-"

"-I don't think that's a good idea." She said quickly.

There was a pause before, "I thought you said he was safe?"

"He is. Sort of. I've got it under control, I promise. Just get back to the motel and I'll ring you when I've got Dean out and I'll explain everything."

"Got Dean out? *yn* what the hell is going on?" Sam demanded. *yn* silently cursed, glancing over her shoulder at the sound of a twig cracking. She paused, surveying her surroundings before turning her attention back to the younger Winchester.

"I can't explain right now, just trust me. Please. If you come back here it's just going to make things a thousand times worse."

Another pause as Sam contemplated. *yn* held her breath as he let out a defeated sigh, "fine. But if I don't hear from either of you in an hour I'm coming back, got it?"

"Got it. Thanks Sam, be careful."

With that *yn* hung up, sliding her phone back into her pocket as she continued her march through the woods. After what felt like an eternity she finally slowed her determined pace as she reached a large oak tree.

Her mind was racing at what felt like a million miles per hour as she pressed her back to the trunk of the tree and slid down until she was seated on the bed of leaves.

"The man's probably rolling in his grave right now. It's like he died for goddamn nothing." Dean's words echoed in her head as she hugged her knees to her chest and stared into the woods blankly.

She tried to slow her mind, to focus on the little bird that was pecking absentmindedly at the ground in front of her instead. But it was impossible, her brain was jumping from one thought to the next, trying to process everything that happened over the past 12 hours so quickly she could barely keep up.

"Haven't you heard it's dangerous to be out in these woods by yourself?"

The voice snapped her out of her trance like state and the bird that had edged closer took off in a flurry of feathers.

"What with all those animal attacks lately." She could hear the leaves crunching under Damon's boots as he approached. She didn't answer him, instead resting her chin on the top of her knees as she hugged herself tighter.

"Good start." Damon mumbled under his breath as he studied her rigid form.

She looked out of her peripheral to see him taking a seat beside her, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

"I know you said you wanted to be alone." Their arms brushed as he leant back against the tree.

"So you do listen to me." Her dry response made a half smile twitch up onto Damon's lips.

"Don't get used to it."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Her quip made him turn to face her, studying her features as he tried to get a read on her. When he couldn't, he cast his gaze down to his lap.

"I always wondered why you weren't that afraid of me. But now I know you were a baby hunter it all makes sense."

"Don't underestimate how much the leather jacket drags down your scary score." A huff of laughter escaped Damon's lips at her words as he turned back to her.

"The extra points it adds to my sexy score makes up for it." He jerked his brows up and shot her a flirty grin as she finally looked over at him. Despite her mood, *yn* couldn't fight the small smile that twitched up onto her lips.

She couldn't disagree with him on that point.

He didn't need to know that.

"When dad would tell me what sort of monsters were out there, you were so not what I had in mind."

"Much more charming? alluring? witty?" This time she let out a breathy laugh.

"I was going to say more annoying, but sure."

"I'm touched." He placed his hand over his heart. He let his eyes glide over her for a few moments before speaking once more.

"So.. when you said you put safety measures in place... what are we talking?" His question illicited a shrug.

"Holy water in the town water supply, party punches, in anything I can to be honest." She answered him after a few moments.

"To prevent demon possession." She added when she saw Damon's confused expression.

He nodded slowly as he digested her words, "naturally."

"So that night we first met you were actually...?"

"Yep."

"Right..." He trailed off, raising his brows in amusement. Who'd have thought holy water actually did anything. He'd always just thought it was ironic. A good source of amusement.

"So the town's drinking water is spiked with vervain and holy water."

"And I've carved devil's traps all around town too. In all our friend's houses, the school, Mystic Grill. They trap demons once they step into it."

A "Huh" left Damon's mouth after a few moments of silence.

"So demons are your ultimate concern?"

Memories flashed before *yn*. The screams, the blood, the maniacal laughter.

"They're insidious little bastards. One of the easiest to flush out though. Luckily we haven't had to deal with one."

She flinched as the memories of all of the hunting trips her dad had dragged her on resurfaced.

"Or something worse."

Damon had a million questions he wanted to ask her. One look at the pained expression on her features told him that it would have to wait.

"Stefan took off the second he woke up." He began after the pair stewed in silence for a few moments.

"Bon Bon and Elena have gone to talk to mother witchy. Caroline's gone to go help Tyler out with his little siring issue and Donavan... well I've got no clue where Donovan is... probably somewhere annoying someone."

"and Dean?"

Damon knew she would ask but it didn't stop the jealousy that sparked through him at the sound of the name. Part of him wished he had just told her so he didn't have to hear her say it. So he didn't have to hear the level of concern in her tone that she was so clearly trying to conceal.

"Don't worry, your other bloodsucker friends made sure he got down to the cells safely." Damon didn't bother hiding the venom in his words. His face was taught, the jealousy making his muscles strain. It was enough to make *yn* stiffen up beside him.

"We can keep him down there for a while but- hey!" *yn* was up and onto her feet before Damon could finish his sentence. He cursed under his breath, his shouts going ignored as *yn* started off in the direction of the boarding house.

"And where do you think you're going?"

*yn* rolled her eyes as Damon was in front of her in a split second, stopping her in her tracks.

"We can't leave him in those cells. He's not a prisoner, Damon."

"Well he did kind of threaten to kill us all... I think that justifies detainment, don't you?"

Damon let out a defeated sigh when his attempt to lighten the mood was met with a sour expression.

"Look I'm sorry about what happened before, but we can't have hunters running around Mystic Falls. We've got enough problems as it is."

"I know." *yn* conceded. "That's why I want to talk to him. To both of them. To convince them to leave town."

Her words made Damon raise a brow, "you really think that's gonna work?"

*yn* sighed and shrugged, "maybe?"

"I don't know." She confessed as Damon shot her a skeptical look. "Maybe if I explain to them what's going on they'll realise they're in over their heads. They're looking for their dad anyway, they might move on and focus on that."

"*yn*, I know I don't know the guy, but your pretty boy friend doesn't really seem like the type to just walk away."

Damon was right. Of course he was right. *yn* knew that there was no way in hell Dean Winchester was just going to throw in the towel and let a bunch of vampires run around a town unchecked. But she had to at least give it a try.

"Just let me try Damon. Please." He was wavering just from one imploring look from her. He really needed to work on getting back his spine. Back to who he was when he first arrived back in Mystic Falls. But who was he kidding, he'd had a soft spot for her the second he'd laid eyes on her.

He let out a defeated sigh, "and if it doesn't work?"

"You can compel them to forget everything they saw here and make them leave town for good." She responded without even skipping a beat.

Damon's eyes narrowed at her answer as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Her doe eyes were even wider than usual as she looked up at him imploringly. He swore that she was even blinking slower on purpose. She was getting a little too good at bargaining for his liking. She was also getting a little too good at manipulating him.

"You've been hanging around me for too long." A small smile appeared on her lips at the sound of his relenting. "But fine, you get until the end of the day to get them out of here willingly and not a moment more."

"Thank you."

"Ah ah ah-" She had only taken a few steps and he was in front of her once more.

"This conversation is so not over missy."

"What else is there to say?" Her question came out more harsh than she intended. But she knew that Sam would be counting down the minutes until an hour had passed and would be on her if she wasn't on her way with Dean. That he'd get in his car and kick down the door to find Dean. Then things would really go to shit.

Something changed in Damon's eyes at her words. The mood shifting as his jaw set and his gaze hardened.

"What else is there to say?" He repeated. *yn* knew instantly that she'd said the wrong thing.

"Damon-"

"I don't know, maybe talking about the fact that your last name isn't even really your last name, that I don't really know anything about you, that you lied to me about everything?"

"I wanted a fresh start when I got here, I wanted to forget about what my life was like when I was a hunter." She defended herself, standing her ground as he glowered down at her.

"And then when I realised what was going on here, do you really think I was going to run around telling everyone I was a hunter?"

"I'm not talking about everyone *yn*, I'm talking about me. You lied to me." His eyes were like blue flames, burning wild with anguish as he took a few steps towards her.

She scoffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Do you remember what you were like when you first arrived here? All you cared about was getting Katherine out of that damn tomb. You would have killed me the second you found out."

Her words were designed to hurt, and they found their mark perfectly. She could see the pain dance on his features as her weapon embedded into him, twisting in right where it hurt.

"That was then. This is now. That was before I-" He cut himself off as he stared down at her. His tongue darted over his lips as his jaw clenched.

*yn* felt her heart hammer in her chest as she studied him. She could have sworn his eyes darted down to her lips for a split second before they locked with hers once more.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" His tone was soft this time. Less angry, more hurt. More desperate.

Her lips parted but no words came out as she looked up at him. His eyes were searching hers, desperately trying to find an answer to his own question.

"I don't know." She finally admitted quietly.

She could see him shutting down immediately. That stone cold look that crossed his face was one she was all too familiar with. The one when he was hurt and wanted to lash out.

"Damon wait-" Her hand encircled his wrist before he could storm off.

"I was scared to tell you because I was worried you would react like this." She explained as he swung around to glare at her. "Please." She lowered her tone -

"don't."

He knew what she was really asking. What she was begging. But she didn't want to say it out loud. Don't go and hurt someone because you're upset at me. Which was exactly what his first instinct was.

To lash out and go find some poor innocent schmuck and sink his fangs into their artery. To drink until he was drunk and delirious off their blood. Until he could barely even remember why he was upset.

To forget that the girl he was in love with had just admitted that she might have lied to him for the rest of her life.

"Don't ask me to do something you know I can't do *yn*." He spat back. She took a step towards him.

"I'm the bad guy remember?" He sneered, the veins under his eyes rippling under the surface to prove his point.

"You and I both know that's not true Damon." Her tone was soft, soothing. Another step closer. She still hadn't let go of his wrist.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Her words were eroding away his murderous anger. His breathing slowing as he watched her bring a hand up to gently trace the veins under his eyes.

"I would never hurt you."

"I know." She nodded.

She could feel her heart beating against her ribcage as she finally released his wrist and dropped her hands to her side.

"After this is all over I'll tell you everything."

"Is that a promise?" His tone was teasing as one side of his lips twitched up into a smirk.

She knew that he was lightening the mood for her benefit, to show that he wasn't going to go and take out his anger on something - or someone.

"Yeah."

This time she knew it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her, because Damon's eyes lingered on her lips for what felt like an eternity. She swallowed as his eyes dragged up to meet hers. Had he been standing this close the whole time?

"It's a promise." She whispered back, nodding her head. This time it was her turn to glance down at his lips as she spoke.

*yn* could have sworn Damon started leaning in when the tinny voice of Taylor Swift erupted from her jean pocket.

"Uh-" *yn* took a step back from Damon as she hurriedly fished her phone out.

She cursed under her breath when she saw the contact name flashing on the screen. She shot him an apologetic before pressing the phone to her ear.

can't you see that I'm the one who understands you- Taylor was cut short as she accepted the call.

"Sam, hey listen-" Damon rolled his eyes.

"Where the hell are you guys? It's been over an hour *yn*."

"I know I'm sorry I- we got caught up." She avoided Damon's unimpressed gaze as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Look we're on our way. I can meet you at mine in twenty minutes, I'll text you the address. Ok?"

There was a pause on the other line as Sam deliberated her words. "Fine, yeah ok. I'll be there."

She let out a relieved sigh as she hung up.

"Your house in twenty minutes huh?" Damon queried as he watched her type in her address.

"You said you'd give me till the end of the day. You didn't say he had to stay locked up." She countered as she shut her phone and slid it into her back pocket.

"Hm." Damon hummed as he studied her, "have you always been this slippery?"

"I learnt from the best." She shot him a sarcastic grin before heading off back towards the house.

"Like I said, you've been hanging around me too long."

It was as if that moment that had just transpired between them had been a figment of her imagination as the pair walked alongside each other. They were right back to how they usually were around each other. Sarcastic, mean, slightly flirty.

Platonic.

Maybe she really had imagined it, maybe he hadn't been leaning in like he was about to kiss her.

"The keys are just outside the cell door." Damon told her once they were standing in the entrance of the boarding house.

"You're not staying?" *yn* watched as Damon shrugged on one of his leather jackets.

"Negative, gotta check out Ric's lady doctor friend." His answer made her raise a brow.

"Does Ric know?"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I'm doing him favour, what if he's got a good old bunny boiler on his hands?" He shrugged innocently, his eyes shining with amusement.

"Mmhmm, I'm sure he'll definitely see it that way."

"Your confidence in me is touching, truly." He placed a hand over his heart which made her roll his eyes.

"Just try not to do anything too stupid." Was all she answered with as she began to head down towards the basement.

"Did you really carve those devil trap thingies in everyone's houses?" Damon called out just as she reached the cellar door.

Her fingers floated just above the handle as he spoke. A smirk was painted on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

"Look under your rug." Her eyes flickering down to the rug placed at the front door.

His brow furrowed in confusion as she disappeared down the stairs. He glanced down at the rug beneath his feet. There was no way. Surely he would have noticed.

He stepped off the rug and crouched down, yanking it back in one sweep of his arm.

"Huh." He blinked a few times and pursed his lips as he stared down at the timber.

A huge circle with a pentagram sort of shape inside it was indeed carved into the wood. Intricate symbols and words he didn't recognise littered throughout.

"Well that's new."

The Woods - Mystic Falls, 1 Year Ago

*yn* weaved her way through the throng of teenagers that were gathered around the bonfire. She watched as two girls in her class made their way towards the main gathering, red cups filled with punch in hand. Away from the source. She stepped over a couple making out on the ground as her hands found the flask.

*yn* cursed under her breath as she heard her name being called over the raucous laughter and chatter. She slid the flask back inside the pocket of her jacket before turning around to face Caroline.

"Where the hell have you been? "

"Sorry I uh- someone was really wasted so I was just making sure they were ok." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder.

"Well come on, we're going to play truth or dare."

"I'll be there in a second."

Caroline rolled her eyes, "whatever I'm going to see if I can find Matt."

*yn*'s brow furrowed, "I thought you were with that Damon guy?"

"Ew *yn* no he's a jerk." Caroline's face screwed up in disgust. "Ugh god does anyone ever listen to me?" She threw her arms up dramatically as she stormed off, disappearing into the crowd.

"Sorry Care!" *yn* called out, but her apology was swallowed up by the pulsing music and shouts.

She sighed and turned around to find the beverage table but was stopped by a firm chest.

"Was hoping I'd see you tonight, Young." *yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she looked up at Tyler Lockwood.

"Wish I could express the same sentiment, Lockwood."

"C'mon Young." His hand gripped her wrist stopping her in her tracks before she could move past him. "Let loose with me."

"Hm, hard pass." She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "But thanks." She shot him an emotionless smile before turning on her heel.

"Bitch." Tyler mumbled under his breath.

"Nice one Ty."

Tyler rolled his eyes as Matt appeared beside him, drinking deeply from his cup.

"Whatever man, I'm going to find Vicky."

*yn* glanced over her shoulder as she slipped out of the clearing and into the woods. The music and voices faded quickly, masked by the dense trees that now enveloped her.

She wasn't very far from the party, but the darkness and silence that surrounded her made her feel strangely isolated. She quickly approached the table that was home to the punch bowl and the beer keg, glancing over her shoulder one last time before leaning over it and pulling out the flask.

"I don't think we've met before."

The unfamiliar voice made her stiffen. She rose up, swallowing down her nerves as she stuffed the flask back into her jacket pocket and turned around.

Piercing green eyes shaped by jet black hair and a stomach-churning smirk stared back at her. She knew who he was instantly. A chill ran up her spine as he took a step closer to her.

He cocked his head as he studied her intently. *yn* straightened up, determined to mask any fear she had as she stared back at him.

"Wow how have I managed to survive until this moment." His smirk widened at her sarcastic tone.

He liked a challenge.

"I'm Damon." He mirrored her steps, blocking her path back to the safety of the group.

"I know."

"Ah so you've heard of me." He wriggled his brows as he grinned down at her.

"I've heard about how much of jerk you've been to Caroline, to Elena, to your brother. Actually, to pretty much everyone in town. So yeah, I'd say your reputation proceeds you."

"Well Caroline's always been a little bit-" His finger twirled in circles next to his ear.

"And I mean my baby brother come on, with that hero hair of his? He was born a drama queen."

She let out a huff as he once again stopped her from getting around him.

"Hold on a minute.." Damon held up his hands, "Caroline has told me about all of her little friends..." He trailed off as he studied her for a few moments. His eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers as he pointed at her.

"You must be *yn* Young." He grinned, "am I right?"

"Ding ding ding we have a winner folks, head to the exit to collect your prize." She drawled, a roll of her eyes as she tried one more time to get around him.

"Caroline did tell me you were quite the sarcastic one."

"How sweet of her."

He let out a hum of acknowledgment at her words as his eyes raked up and down her body.

"What are you doing with that flask?"

His question caught her off guard, she thought she'd hidden it before he could catch a glimpse of it.

"You know I'm all for a good time but spiking the punch bowl?" He let out a low whistle. "That's pretty twisted, even for me."

*yn* gritted her teeth, not saying anything as she glared at him.

"Hand it over."

A roll of his eyes and a huff as she stayed still. "I can hear the liquid swishing against your rib, come on." He extended his palm out.

She remained composed as she slowly reached into her hidden inner jacket pocket and pulled out the small flask. She watched as he snatched it from her and twisted open the cap.

"This isn't alcohol." He stated as he sniffed it hesitantly.

"What the hell is this?"

"Water." She answered him.

"Don't lie to me." He gripped her shoulder as his eyes bore into hers. "What is in the flask?"

This is what Elena had told her about. The compulsion. At least she knew that the vervain worked because she could feel her lips beginning to form the words 'fuck off'. She clamped her mouth shut before she could say them.

There was no point in antagonising him further. He was still a vampire who could rip her head from her shoulders before she even had a chance to blink. She could just tell him a sanitised version of the truth.

"Holy water." She answered him.

A chuckle escaped his lips at her words. "Holy water? I'm sorry sweetheart but I don't think even holy water could purify these teenagers."

His laughter faded as he studied her, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the flask and then back at her.

"Why?"

"To protect against monsters, like demons."

Her answer seemed to actually take him by surprise, a brow jerking up at her words. His shock was quick to vanish, replaced by an amused expression.

"I hate to break it to you but-"

She tensed up as she watched him tilt the flask upside down, letting the liquid poor all over the ground.

"-holy water won't do you much good." He tossed the empty flask to the ground.

"- especially around here, I mean with all these animal attacks lately, who knows what's prowling out around here."

*yn* swallowed as the atmosphere changed. The way his eyes darkened didn't go unnoticed by her either. She felt a chill run up her spin as his tongue darted out, running along his top lip. The whites of his teeth flashed back at her.

He took a step towards her. Like he was stalking his prey.

"Lucky I'm not alone then, right?"

He snickered, "Not so lucky I'm afraid."

Her heart pounded as she watched his face morph into that of a monsters right before her eyes.

"I wouldn't." Her calm tone even took herself by surprise. "I've been drinking vervain, wouldn't taste very nice I'm afraid."

He took a step back in surprise, his jaw falling open slightly revealing the two fangs that were now protruding from his gums. He hadn't considered that she might know what he was.

"Well, that is a shame." An animalistic grin twisted up onto his lips.

"I'm sure you would taste divine."

"Shame you'll never find out." She felt queasy at his words, watching as he licked his lips as he studied her.

"Drinking vervain doesn't stop me from ripping your heart out of your chest."

"Your right, it doesn't." She nodded, taking a step towards him as she squared her shoulders.

"But you see, I've collected all of this evidence about you and your brother that's sitting in an email scheduled to be sent to the Founder's Council."

Damon faltered at her words, emboldening her further.

"And if I'm dead, well." She paused as she cocked her head slightly. "There'll be no one to stop that email from being sent by the end of the evening."

Her words made his eyes narrow, watching as a taunting smirk twisted up onto her lips. "And you can kiss the dream of getting Katherine out of that tomb goodbye."

"How do you-"

"*yn*!" Damon turned around to see Elena and Stefan hurrying towards them.

"Are you ok?" Elena asked as she glanced between the pair.

"Yeah Elena, I'm fine." *yn* nodded as she turned her attention back to Damon who was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his features.

"Was just getting to know Damon a little bit better, right Damon?"

A tight lipped smile appeared on Damon's face as he stared back at her.

"Right."

Mystic Falls, Present Day

"Come on you stupid thing."

Dean paced around the cell, his cellphone held up to the ceiling. He cursed as the 'No Signal' continued to flashed back at him. Only once his arm started aching in protest did he finally admit defeat.

He froze at the sound of footsteps descending the steps. He shoved his phone into his pocket and approached the door, peering through the bars of the cell door. He pursed his lips, his face void of emotion as *yn* appeared.

"Sam's ok." She said it before Dean even had the chance to open his mouth.

The sigh of relief that Dean tried to compress bounced off the basement walls. She could feel those green eyes on her as she crossed the length of the basement to one of the storage chests.

"I thought you'd have at least tried to pick the lock." Dean watched as she opened it. He swallowed. She was wearing denim shorts that slid up her thighs as she bent down over it.

"Don't worry your friends made sure to 'compel' me to not try and escape." He answered, his eyes darting up to her face as she turned to face him.

"That is what you guys call it isn't it? The thing they do when they take away people's free will."

*yn* refused to let his jab illicit a physical response from her as she approached him, a water bottle now in hand.

Dean raised a skeptical brow as she slid the water bottle through the bars. His forehead furrowed when he saw that there was a sort of herb that he didn't recognise floating in the liquid.

"It's a herb called vervain. Vampires won't be able to compel you while it's in your system."

He hesitantly took it from her outstretched hand upon her explanation and examined the herb close up. For a split second a small voice piped up inside his head, "what if this is some sort of trick?"

He glanced up at her to see that she was observing him intently. With the exact same look that her dad used to have on his face when he was on a job. One look at her and those doubts were pushed to the side. He knew deep down he could trust her. He unscrewed the lid and pressed the bottle to his lips.

"So this is really gonna stop those vamps from screwing with my head?"

"Consider it a peace offering." She shot him a tight lipped smile as he wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand.

He screwed the lid back on and studied her for a few moments. Their last conversation was playing on an audio loop in his mind, acting as the soundtrack for the image of her anguished features.

"Listen, about what I said before-"

"- you don't need to say anything." She cut him off, waving her hand dismissively.

"I probably would have said the same thing if the roles were reversed. If two years ago you would have told me this was my life I-" She shook her head and chuckled humourlessly. "You're probably right."

"Maybe." He nodded as he leant against the bars. "Doesn't make me any less of a jerk for saying it."

He felt a smile threaten to tug on her lips as a soft laugh escaped her lips. That was the closest thing to an apology she'd probably ever get from Dean Winchester.

"I won't argue with you on that one."

"Your boyfriend know you're here?"

Her eyes rotated in their sockets at his question. "Firstly, not my boyfriend." She leant over and grabbed the key from its hook.

"You might want to tell him that." Dean muttered, earning a pointed look from *yn*.

"Secondly." She chose to ignore his comment as she slid the key into the lock. "He does."

"He must really trust you then, if he's willing to let you be alone with the enemy." His words made her hand still mid twist.

"Has it ever occurred to you that we might be on the same side?" All humour had vanished from her features.

Her question made a dry chuckle escape Dean's lips. "We hunt supernatural beings. Unless I've missed the part where vampires are suddenly considered natural-" He shook his head.

"Sweetheart we are definitely not on the same side."

She nodded slowly at his words, "you know I used to think the same thing."

She pulled the key out of the lock and examined it.

"That everything was black and white. Good and evil. Hunted or hunter. Like our dads taught us. If a thing was supernatural you just killed that son of a bitch, no questions asked." Her words were slow. Thoughtful. Calm.

"Until I moved here. Until I saw some of my closest friends turn into vampires. Into werewolves. And afterwards they still cried, still laughed, still loved." Her voice was wavering slightly now as all the events from the past year washed over her like a tidal wave.

Dean was staring at her intensely, clinging onto every word like it was a cliff's edge.

"They're still human, at the core of their being. In their soul. And it made me realise that maybe there is a grey area in all of this. That not all supernatural creatures are monsters. In fact from my experience, some of the most terrifying monsters I've met-"

The key was sliding back into the lock now.

"Are human."

The door swung open, the barrier between them vanishing. A few moments passed as they stared at each other. *yn* stepped to the side to indicate he could leave the cell.

"Jesus." Dean finally spoke, clearing his throat as he stepped over the threshold. "You sound exactly like Sammy."

His words were light, sarcastic. Deflective. Like it always was when he was faced with an uncomfortable conversation. He'd been the same at 18.

But she could tell by the way his eyes lingered on her that her words had had an effect on him.

"I knew there was a reason he's always been my favourite." Her tone teasing as she hung the key back onto the hook.

The tension and angst that had hung over them only moments ago had cleared now much to both their relief.

It was strange to *yn*, how she could jump so easily, so comfortably, from something so angsty to so light. It was the same with Damon.

"C'mon sweetheart it isn't nice to lie."

He was smirking now as she brushed past him. She paused as she reached the bottom of the stairs "I never said I was nice."

Dean's brows raised as she shot him a wink before starting the ascension.

He let out a breath as he watched her.

"Come on!" Her words jolted Dean into action as he hurried after her.

"Where are we going exactly?" He asked as he followed her up the stairs and towards the foyer.

"My house, Sam's waiting for us." *yn* answered as she neared the door. Dean's eyes fell on the rug in the entrance way.

"To have that catch up, you know the one that we were supposed to have today before you guys took it upon yourselves to ignore me and get caught."

Dean was only half listening as his attention slid to the wooden slats that were no longer obscured.

"Did you do this?"

*yn*'s eyes followed his, "that one and about thirty others around town."

At her answer, his eyes traced the engraving, soaking in the intricate symbols that were carved to near perfection.

A grin spread across her lips as he lifted his head to look up at her. Words weren't needed to convey his awe. He was impressed. Almost jealous even. He'd been carving these things a lot longer than she had.

"C'mon Winchester, don't act so surprised." She pulled open the front door before glancing over her shoulder.

"You can never really leave the job. Even if you try and convince yourself you can. You and I both know that."

Dean watched as she disappeared out the door. His eyes fell to the carving once more as he shook his head.

Yeah, he was in trouble.

Part 4

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

A Hunting Trip (Part 1)

pairing: dean winchester x reader x damon salvatore

summary: Typical chaos and drama is unfurling in Mystic Falls when two unexpected arrive from *yn*'s childhood arrive and change everything.

warnings: swearing, hinted fluff (I think that’s it...?) 

notes: This is an alternate AU where the SPN & TVD timelines match up ok? ok. Set in Season 3 of TVD.

Series Masterlist

"This is so not how I thought our senior year was going to start." *yn* huffed as she slumped down into a chair at the Mystic Grill.

"Preaching to the choir." Caroline huffed.

"Cheese fry?" Elena offered.

"Please." *yn* groaned dramatically as she leant forward and plucked one from the bowl in Elena's hand.

"You know what would be great?"

"What's that?" Bonnie queried as she joined the three girls at the table, a tray full of milkshakes in hand.

"If Stefan just magically woke up one day with his humanity completely in tact and a strong desire to make amends with Klaus."

"Hey, we can dream." Caroline remarked dryly as she plucked a vanilla milkshake from Bonnie's tray.

"Ugh Bonnie it's like you read my mind, thank you." *yn* spoke as she selected the chocolate one, moaning as she took a sip.

"So we've all had a crappy week huh?" Bonnie queried.

"Yep, Tyler is still sired to stupid Klaus." Caroline grumbled.

"And my neck is still aching from when one of his stupid henchmen tried to have me for lunch." *yn* huffed, rubbing at her neck as she spoke.

"And Jeremy, my only real blood relative left, had to be sent away to be protected from Klaus." Elena chimed in, smiling sarcastically as she chewed on another fry.

"Yeah, we definitely deserve to drown our sorrows in milkshakes and fries." Caroline remarked causing the other girls to laugh.

"At least someone seems to be having a good day." Bonnie remarked, sending a nod in the direction behind their table.

The girls all swung around to see Alaric chatting and laughing with a pretty woman.

"Elena I'll give you $10 if you go up and ask Ric if that's your new mummy." *yn* teased causing the other girls to erupt into giggles as Elena shoved her playfully.

They watched as the woman left, walking straight past Damon Salvatore who had just sauntered into the grill. *yn* locked eyes with him briefly and he shot her a classic smirk before turning his attention to Alaric.

She rolled her eyes discreetly and turned her attention back to the girls who were now animately discussing the prom.

After a few hours of gossiping *yn* could feel herself growing restless. She glanced over at the bar to see Damon and Ric still seated there, a bottle of bourbon between them.

"Hey guys, what do you say we get something to drink a little stronger than milkshakes?" *yn* piped up. “It’s a Friday night and I think we deserve to have a little fun.”

"I'm so in." Caroline chimed in instantly causing *yn* to grin, she could always rely on Care to have a good time.

"Yeah you know what, so am I." Bonnie spoke up, nodding her head determinately. "If I don't deserve a drink after my boyfriend literally cheated on me with a ghost, I don't know when I will."

The three all turned to Elena expectantly. Her eyes darted between the three of them for a few moments and *yn* could practically see the devil and angel appear on either shoulder as she internally debated with herself. 

"Screw it, I'm in too." She relented much to the girls surprise causing them all to let out a squeal.

"Ok Caroline go and compel us a bottle of vodka please and thank you.” *yn* playfully demanded.

“Uh and be busted by our history teacher? No thank you.” Caroline scoffed.

“Hey don’t look at me!” Elena exclaimed, holding her hands up defensively when they all turned to her. “Ric’s currently in ultimate dad mode, especially with how Jer’s been acting lately.” She continued, shooting Bonnie an apologetic look at the mention of Jeremy.

“Ok well that leaves us with our only hope.” Caroline sighed.

“Uh - I’m sorry have I missed something?” *yn* queried when all eyes fell on her.

“Well, Ric happens to be sitting right next to Damon.” She continued. 

“Very observant Care, good to see you have working eyes.” *yn* remarked causing the other girls to snicker. Caroline rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she shot *yn* a pointed look.

“The very same Damon that is like literally wrapped around your finger.” She shot back causing the smirk to drop from *yn*’s face. “Ergo, you have a shot at having him convince Ric to turn a blind eye.” 

This time it was Caroline’s turn to look smug as the girls now giggled at *yn*’s blushing face.

“It’s called being friends actually.” *yn* answered, unable to hide the defensive edge in her tone.

“Really? So you think if you go over there and ask him he won’t do literally everything in his power to make sure you get what you want?” Caroline queried, raising a challenging brow. 

*yn* glanced behind Caroline to see Alaric had gotten up from his chair to go to the bathroom, leaving Damon sitting alone. She prayed that he currently wasn’t using his vampire hearing to listen to this conversation. 

“I think he’ll try to help a friend out.” *yn* emphasised as she rose up from her chair. 

“Whatever you say.” Caroline mused as Bonnie and Elena continued to watch on in amusement. She shook her head, unable to fight the small smile that threatened to emerge on her features as she made her way up to the bar.

She slid in between two stools so she was leaning against the bar, her body facing Damon as she looked at him expectantly. 

“Hey Damon.” She greeted, flashing him an innocent smile.

He paused with his bourbon glass at his lips as he turned to look at her. “Oh no. I know that look.” He sighed, tilting his head back and letting the liquor slide down his throat. 

“What do you want?” 

“Damon Salvatore.” She gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “Can I not just come over to say hello to a dear friend without being accused of having some sort of ulterior motive?” 

“No you cannot, especially not when you do that cute little fluttery thing you do with your eyes. That means you want something.” He explained as he began to pour himself another glass. 

*yn* fought the urge to blush at Damon nonchalantly calling her cute, instead keeping her face looking as innocent as possible. 

Damon took a sip of his drink before motioning with his hand, “out with it.”

She dropped the smile from her face and let out a relenting huff. “Fine, we need you to compel the bartender to give us a bottle of vodka and convince Ric to not go all dad mode on us.” 

Her words caused Damon to let out a small chuckle of amusement as he shook his head. “Yeah cause that’ll work.” 

“Please Damon.” She pleaded, “We just want to have a fun night without drama.” 

He studied her for a moment, noting her puppy dog eyes and slightly pouted lips. “What’s in it for me?” 

A pause before, “you’ll have my eternal gratitude?” She offered up, shooting him another innocent smile. 

Damon felt a smirk threaten to twitch up onto his lips as he shook his head, already feeling whatever resolve he had crumbling around him. He could never say no to her.

“Save me a dance later-” He spoke, motioning to the dance floor that was beginning to form in the centre of the grill. “And we’ll call it even.”

A huge grin split across *yn*’s face as Damon motioned the bartender over. “Damon Salvatore you can have as many dances as you want.” She mused as she squeezed his shoulder as he compelled the bartender. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me yet, I still have to convince Ric.” Damon remarked, turning to her with a vodka bottle in his hand. 

“Eternal gratitude, remember?” She teased, giving his shoulder one last squeeze as she plucked the bottle from his grasp. 

He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink as he watched her hurriedly make her way back towards Bonnie, Elena and Caroline. He felt an intense wave of fondness wash over him as he watched her. 

Yeah, he was so screwed. 

“Bottle secure.” *yn* announced proudly as she slammed it down onto the table.

“I’ve got to say, I wish I had a ‘friend’ like that.” Bonnie remarked.

“Yeah same, I could do with a ‘friend’ right now.” Caroline added, causing all three of them to burst into giggles.

“I hate you guys.” *yn* huffed which only caused her friends to laugh harder.

“Ok *yn*.” Elena spoke up.

“Yes Miss Gilbert?” *yn* queried, her brows raised in amusement as she watched Elena let out a giggle. 

The four had been sitting at the table for about an hour now and while *yn* was only slightly buzzed, it was safe to say the other three were well on their way to being quite drunk.

“I have to ask....what the hell is going on with you and Damon?” 

Here we go. 

“Like I said before, there’s nothing going on. We’re just friends.” *yn* answered back which made all three girls roll their eyes simultaneously. 

“Why is that so hard for you guys to believe?” She chuckled in disbelief.

“Maybe because since we’ve been here Damon has been unable to keep his eyes off you for longer than two minutes.” Caroline remarked.

*yn* swivelled around in her chair to look at Damon to see him perched on his bar stool with his back to them, very clearly engaged in a conversation with Ric.

“And he can’t stop flirting with you.” Bonnie added as *yn* turned her attention back to her friends.

“Please, Damon flirts with everyone.” *yn* scoffed as she took a sip of her drink. “Trust me he doesn’t like me like that.”

“And what about you? Do you like him like that?” Elena asked her.

*yn* felt blood rush to her cheeks at Elena’s question. If she was fully honest with herself she knew what the answer was. That she most definitely had developed a crush on the oldest Salvatore brother. 

But she could never admit it, because first and foremost Damon definitely didn’t like her in that way and secondly, even if he did, he had no idea who she really was. Where she came from. And if he did, things would get very ugly.

What none of them saw was the way Damon’s grip on his glass tightened ever so slightly at her words. His ears straining as he waited on edge for *yn*’s response. 

“You know, I really need to go to the bathroom.” She spoke, quickly rising from her seat. The girls all let out moans and shouts of protests as she pushed her seat in.

“I’ll be back.”

“Fine, I’m going to go compel the bartender to put on some actually decent music. I think it’s time we get this party properly started.” Caroline announced as she too rose from her seat.

“Oooh yes dancing!” Elena exclaimed excitedly. “Meet us back on the dance floor *yn*!” She continued as she sprung up from her seat to drag Bonnie onto the dance floor.

*yn* laughed and nodded before heading off to the bathroom, unaware of Damon’s eyes following her every move as she did so. 

Caroline let out a low whistle causing both Elena and Bonnie to turn their attention to her.

“Ok who the hell are they?” She breathed out as she stared at the entrance to the grill. They followed her gaze, landing on two tall guys making their way towards the bar. 

The shorter one was wearing a leather jacket and had shorter hair, the taller more lanky one was wearing a plaid shirt and had scruffy hair with a thick fringe. 

“I don’t know but they’re insanely hot.” Bonnie observed. 

“Agreed.” Elena murmured, “Oh well, dance time!” She drunkenly shouted, grabbing Bonnie’s arm and tugging her towards the dance floor.

“This town is kind of nice.” Sam observed as his eyes slid over the town square.

“Yeah really nice if you discount the fact it’s got the highest number of deaths and missing persons in the country.” Dean remarked as he guided the impala into a parking spot.

“I’m surprised no one’s picked up on it before, the deaths go back to the 1800s.” Sam spoke as Dean killed the engine.

“Maybe they did but didn’t make it out alive to talk about it.” Dean answered as they both hopped out of the car.

“I don’t know about you, but I could do with a drink.” He continued as his eyes fell on a flashing sign that read ‘Mystic Grill’. 

“Me too.” Sam agreed as he shut his door. “Besides, good way to scope out the locals I guess.” 

With that the pair made their way inside. Music and chatter instantly filled their ears as they opened the door. Their eyes darted around at the locals who were all talking and dancing happily. 

“Wow a small town that actually knows how to have fun on a Friday night.” Dean remarked, unable to hide the impressed expression on his features as the pair made their way to the bar. 

His gaze slid to two men also at the bar that were about ten metres from them. One had jet black hair, the other was slightly older with brown hair and stubble. As if they sensed his gaze, both turned their heads. Dean’s eyes locked with the blue ones of the man with the black hair. 

Dean felt something ripple through him as his hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His hunter instinct was ringing alarm bells all throughout his body. The man shot him an almost mocking smirk and raised his glass up to him in greeting before turning his back to him once more.

“I already got a funny feeling about this town.” Dean mumbled under his breath to Sam as he turned his attention to the bartender. 

Sam didn’t respond as he looked around the bar. He froze when his gaze fell on a girl making her way out of the bathroom. She looked so achingly familiar. He watched as she made her way to a table and picked up a drink. Then it hit him.

“No way.” He breathed out causing Dean to jerk his head around.

“What is it Sammy?” Dean queried as Sam took a few steps towards her. Dean stepped out from behind Sam to see him staring at a girl whose back was to them as she made her way towards the dance floor. 

“I think that’s *yn*.” Sam spoke, causing Dean’s brow to furrow in confusion.

“*yn*? As in *yn* Kitson?” 

“*yn*!” Sam called out, ignoring Dean’s question.

The girl swung around at the sound of Sam’s voice and Dean physically took a step back, his eyes growing wide as he drank in her appearance. 

There was no doubt it was *yn* Kitson staring back at him. But it wasn’t the gangly kid he remembered her as that was before him. She was a young woman. 

And she’d gotten smoking hot. 

He watched as recognition sparked in her bright eyes and a huge smile spread across her plump lips. 

No, she was more than that. She was beautiful.

“Sam?” *yn* breathed out as she took a few steps towards him, blinking rapidly as if she was making sure she wasn’t seeing things. 

“Oh my god I can’t believe it.” She grinned as she hurriedly closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him. 

The hug between them was brief but full of fondness as she stared up at the youngest Winchester. “Since when were you a freaking giraffe?” She observed which caused Sam to let out a chuckle. 

As the pair released each other her eyes moving to lock onto the one and only Dean Winchester. 

She felt like her breath had been knocked out of her as she stared at him. Dean had been her first crush, following him around like a puppy when she was just eight years old. The last time she had seem him he had been just a teenager, but now he was a man. 

A ringed finger rubbing at his face which was now peppered with slight stubble. *yn* felt a familiar teenage like giddiness flood through her when she locked eyes with those very familiar green ones. 

Maybe that crush wasn’t so childish after all.

“Dean.” She heard herself say, a smile still on her lips as she hurried towards him. He let out a small grunt followed by a chuckle as she barrelled into him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. 

“Hello sweetheart, long time no see.” He greeted as he hugged her tightly back. 

“I just - I can’t believe it.” She repeated as she pulled away from him to glance between the brothers. 

“What are you guys doing in Mystic Falls?” 

“We could ask you the same thing.” Dean countered as they all moved to go back to the bar. 

“We thought you and your dad moved to California.” 

*yn*’s face fell at the mention of her father, her mouth going taut as she tried to maintain her composure.

“John didn’t tell you, did he?” She asked, causing the boys to exchange concerned looks.

“Tell us what *yn*?” Sam spoke. 

“My dad he uh-” She cut herself off and swallowed sharply. “He passed away a year or two after we last saw you.”

“He what?” Sam gaped, looking at Dean as if to silently ask ‘why the hell didn’t dad tell us this?’.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. He was one of the best.” Dean murmured, squeezing her shoulder gently. 

It was then that it sunk in for *yn*. The Winchester brothers were here. Hunters were here. In Mystic Falls. A town full to the brim with supernatural creatures. Including a very pissed off Original vampire. 

Fuck.

“What happened? What got him? It wasn’t that de-”

“I’ll tell you later.” *yn* abruptly cut Dean off. “You know how small towns love to eavesdrop and gossip, you never know who could be listening.” She continued and although her tone was light hearted, the warning glare she gave and the fear that flashed in her eyes was enough to make Dean tense up.

“Yeah, ok.” Sam nodded in understanding. He’d picked up on it too. “We can go somewhere later to... properly catch up.” He continued to which *yn* nodded in agreement.

“Anyway-” She continued as she cleared her throat. “I got passed around by a couple of distant relatives until I ended up here when I was 15 with an aunt I’d never even heard of.” 

*yn* elected to leave out that said Aunt was now very much dead. Animal attack, of course.

“And I’ve been here ever since.” She explained before taking a deep gulp of her drink.

Dean’s brows quirked up in amusement as he observed her. “Now I know I’m not the best at maths but I’m pretty confident you are not old enough to be drinking in a bar.” 

“Or drinking, period.” Sam added which made her roll her eyes.

“Don’t you dare start that older brother crap on me.” She warned as she pointed at both of them. “Either of you.” She emphasised before taking another sip. “I copped it from both of you enough when we were younger.”

“How old even are you?” Dean queried as he tried to do the maths in his head. “I’m 25, Sam’s 21 and the last time I saw you, you were...12?” 

*yn* nodded when he looked at her for confirmation, an amused smirk on her features as she watched him desperately wrack his brain. “Ok and that was.... 7 years ago? And I think I was...”

“She’s 19, Dean.” Sam cut him off, unable to watch his brother struggle any longer.

“Good to see you’re still the smarter brother, Sam.” *yn* observed which earned a scowl from Dean and a snort from Sam. 

“If you don’t watch that attitude I’ll be reporting this place for serving someone underage.” Dean shot back, glancing back at the bartender.

“You sound just like your dad.” *yn* mused. “Speaking of, where is your dad anyway? You guys are usually inseparable.”

“Well actually we kind of lost him.” Sam explained causing *yn* to raise a brow. “Or he went missing... I guess. Anyway, we’re trying to track him down. Hence why we’re here.” 

“Well although it sucks he’s missing, I’m glad in a way because it means I get to see you guys again.” *yn* replied, her gaze flickering over to Dean as she sipped from her cup once more.

“Trust me sweetheart, we’re glad we ran into you too.” Dean answered her, locking eyes with her as he too drunk from his beer bottle. 

The pair held gazes for a heartbeat too long before they tore their eyes from each other. Sam turned his head in an attempt to hide his amused smirk as Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“There’s something off about those guys.” Damon snarked as he watched the two strangers embrace *yn* in friendly hugs. “I don’t trust them for a second.”

“Damon, on what basis are you forming that opinion?” Alaric quizzed as he too studied their interactions with *yn*.

“Instinct Ric.” Damon answered as fiddled with his bourbon glass. “Trust me, they are one word. Shady.” 

Alaric scoffed at his words, shaking his head as he drunk deeply. “Really? So it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they’re friendly with *yn*?” 

“Of course not. Emotions don’t play into my judgements. You know that Ric.” Damon answered which caused Alaric to let out a dry chuckle.

“Right of course. Emotions are definitely not why you’ve been glaring at the shorter one because he, like you, can’t take his eyes off her.” 

His words made Damon swivel around once more to eye the trio. He clenched his jaw as he watched *yn* tilt her head back and laugh at something being said. The shorter one was studying her like she was a beautiful work of art. Soaking in every inch of her features like it was the last time he’d ever see them.  

And Damon knew that look all too well. 

Because that was exactly how he looked at her. 

“Well.” Damon began as he leant for the bottle of bourbon. “I should do my duty as a member of one of the founding families and go greet our guests.” 

“Damon, are you sure that’s the best idea?” Alaric warned, watching as Damon pressed the bottle to his lips and skulled.

“Of course it is Ric.” Damon answered once the bottle was back on the table. “I wouldn’t want to be rude, would I?” He grinned, slapping Ric’s shoulder a little bit too aggressively as he rose from the bar stool. 

Ric shook his head, mumbling under his breath as he watched Damon saunter towards the trio. Damon flexed his hand open and closed as he watched *yn* giggle at something the shorter stranger had said. 

“Welcome to Mystic Falls.” A voice interjected. 

*yn* felt herself freeze when she turned around and nearly smacked into Damon Salvatore’s chest. Dean instinctively puffed up his chest and straightened up as his eyes fell on the man with jet black hair standing behind *yn*.

“I haven’t seen you two around here before.” He continued before looking at *yn* expectantly.

“Sam, Dean, this is Damon. Damon, this is Sam and Dean Winchester, they’re... childhood friends of mine.” *yn* introduced, her eyes flitting between the three men. 

“Nice to meet you Damon...” Sam trailed off as he stuck out his hand. 

Damon shot him a fake smile as he shook Sam’s hand. “Salvatore.” He answered before turning to Dean. “Damon Salvatore.” He spoke as he clasped his hand around Dean’s in a firm shake.

*yn* glanced between the two as they eye balled each other. The tension between them was instantaneous and palpable, so thick *yn* swore she could nearly see it. Sam exchanged a glance with her fleetingly which told her that he was thinking the exact same thing.

“Well that’s certainly quite a ring you’ve got there Damon.” Dean observed, his brows raising slightly as he eyed the large ring on Damon’s finger. 

“Family heirloom.” Damon answered as he withdrew his hand. “A bit gaudy but what can you do.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Family.”

“I hear you.” Dean nodded, shooting him a fake smile of his own as he pressed his beer bottle to his lips. “You lived here long Damon?” 

“The Salvatore’s are one of the founding families of Mystic Falls.” *yn* interjected before Damon could answer with whatever retort he had conjured up.

“He grew up here but then travelled for a bit. But he’s been back for a year or two now... right Damon?” *yn* answered as she shot him a silent look that said ‘you better behave’.

“Exactly right *yn*.” Damon nodded, smiling widely as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s great to have some of *yn*’s friends here, she doesn’t talk much about her childhood.” 

Another glare from *yn*.

“Is that so?” Dean queried, glancing at *yn* as he felt his blood run hot at the sight of Damon’s arm around her.

“We’re really happy to have run into *yn* while we were passing through.” Sam interjected, shooting Damon a smile, clearly desperate to salvage the interaction.

“Say Damon, if you’re from one of the founding families you must know quite a bit about the towns history.” Dean continued, ignoring Sam’s attempt to play nice.

“Of course.” 

“Great, well Sammy here is quite a history buff.” Dean spoke, slapping Sam’s shoulder. “And you know, I’m sure he’d love to pick your brains about the town’s history. Particularly this pest problem you seem to have.” 

“Pest problem? I wasn’t aware we had a pest problem. Were you *yn*?” Damon asked as he glanced down at her.

“No.” *yn* snapped as she glared at Dean. “I wasn’t.” She emphasised as she silently begged him not to push this.

“Oh well I mean this whole animal attack phenomenon thing. You know you guys have like three times more animal attacks than the average county.” 

All subtly had clearly been thrown at the window. 

*yn* felt Damon tense beside her and she instinctively reached up and placed a hand over the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders in an attempt to cool his simmering rage.

“You seemed to have done a lot of research on a town you’re just passing through.” Damon bit back. 

“What can I say?” Dean shrugged, “I like to be thorough.”

*yn* glanced between the two desperately as they locked gazes once more. Neither willing to back down as they sized each other up. 

“*yn*!” She turned around to see Elena beckoning her over frantically. “Our favourite song is about to come on, you have to come dance!” She shouted, slurring her words slightly.

*yn* had never been so grateful for drunk Elena Gilbert in her entire life.

She turned back to see all three men staring at her expectantly. 

“Sorry guys you’ll have to excuse me. Drunk Elena will not be happy if I don’t dance with her.” She explained as she slipped out of Damon’s arm, who was now back to glaring at Dean. 

“C’mon Damon, you want to cash in that dance don’t you?” She spoke, tugging on his arm gently. 

Her voice made him drag his eyes from Dean to look down at her. He could tell that she was silently pleading with him to come with her and away from Dean. 

“I’ll be there in a second.” He answered, shooting her a small smile. *yn* forced a tight lipped smile onto her lips as she nodded. She glanced over at Sam and Dean to see they too had unconvincing smiles on their lips as they nodded in encouragement for her to go.

“I’ll be back in a second.” She reassured them before turning on her heel and hurrying towards the dance floor.

“You guys don’t dance?” Damon queried once *yn* was out of ear shot. 

“That’s a shame.” Damon tutted once they both shook their heads at him. 

“And why’s that?” Dean sneered, unable to resist the bait that Damon wiggled in front of him.

“Well, *yn* loves to dance.” Damon answered, a smirk twisting up onto his lips just as you belong with me by Taylor Swift began to blast through the speakers.

“I do too, which is one of the reasons *yn* and I are so close. Oh and my ability to listen to endless amounts of Taylor Swift.” He grinned, patting Dean on the shoulder.

“Pleasure meeting you.”

And with that he stalked off, leaving Dean gripping his glass so hard it was a miracle it didn’t shatter.

“*yn*!” Who are those hot guys!” Bonnie gasped, grabbing onto her the second she was in the centre of the dance floor.

“It’s a long story.” *yn* responded. She withheld a sigh as Bonnie, Elena and Caroline all looked at her expectantly.

“9 am tomorrow. Damon’s place. I’ll explain everything.” She spoke, just as Taylor Swift started blasting through the speakers.

This answer in combination with Taylor Swift seemed to satisfy them because they all let out squeals of excitement as the song started. *yn* let out a giggle as Caroline grabbed her and spun her around. She felt herself relax a bit as she began to dance and sing with her friends, shoving Damon, Sam and Dean to the back of her mind.

She felt a hand grip her wrist and spin her back in, her body smacking into a familiar body. She felt her heart hammer in her chest as she looked up to lock eyes with Damon’s piercing blue ones. 

“You have a lot of explaining to do, missy.” He remarked as the pair began to dance together.

“I know, I said to the girls that I’ll explain everything at yours tomorrow.” She spoke as Damon spun her out. 

“So, can you play nice for the rest of the evening?” She asked as he pulled her back in. Her words caused a smirk to spread across his lips as he shot her that signature flirty eye look.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour.” He answered before unexpectedly dipping her low to the ground causing her to let out a squeal. 

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“Dude what the hell was that?” Sam hissed, hitting Dean in the side the second that Damon was on the dance floor.

“What?” Dean asked incredulously. 

“Don’t what me Dean.” Sam snapped back. “You couldn’t have been more obvious.” 

“Oh c’mon Sammy the dude is shady as hell.” Dean defended himself as he watched Damon approach *yn* on the dance floor. 

“Really? Or are you just pissed because he clearly has a thing for *yn*?” Sam interrogated. 

Dean scoffed and shook his head, “*yn*’s got nothing to do with this.”

“Oh really? So it’s got nothing to do with the fact that she’s now hot?” Sam asked him. 

“Nope.” Dean shook his head as he took a swig of his beer which made Sam scoff. 

“Ok so that-” Sam spoke as he pointed at *yn* and Damon who were now dancing and laughing together. “-doesn’t make you jealous in the slightest?” 

“Nope.” Dean answered a little too quickly. Sam just shook his head and turned back around to the bar to order another drink.

“All I’m saying is the dude is creepy. There’s something not right about him or this town. I’m just trying to look out for her, she might be in danger.” He spoke defensively.

“Oh yeah because she looks absolutely terrified right now.” Sam remarked as *yn* let out a loud laugh as Damon twirled her around. “Quickly you better save her she might overdose on laughter.” 

“So you don’t think there’s something weird going on in this town?” Dean queried.

“I don’t know what to think yet. We just got here Dean, and you running around making enemies isn’t going to make our job any easier.” 

“Whatever.” Dean grumbled as he sunk deep into his bar stool, his eyes never leaving *yn* and Damon. After a few minutes he finally ripped his gaze from them and scanned the room. 

He noted an older man with a beard in a very nice looking suit staring at him curiously. He seemed to radiate a sense of importance and arrogance. Something about him didn’t sit right with Dean either.

His gaze then fell on a younger guy, who looked around 17 or so, also glaring at him from a table nearby. Dean’s eyes narrowed as he watched the younger guy pick up his glass and take a drink, a gaudy ring glaring back at him. One that looked very similar to Damon Salvatore’s.

“Dude, is there some sort of brooding contest going on in this town that I don’t know about?” Dean remarked as his eyes flitted between them. Almost as if he had heard Dean’s words, the younger guy smirked at Dean as he rose from his seat and began to approach them.

“Oh no.” *yn* breathed out when she spotted Stefan making a beeline for Sam and Dean from across the dance floor. Her eyes then fell on Klaus who was lurking in the corner, clearly watching intently.

She quickly pulled away from Damon and pushed through the crowd, desperate to reach the brothers first. Unfortunately, Stefan beat her to it and she watched as he said something to the brothers before sticking out his hand.

“Stefan Salvatore.” He introduced himself, shaking their hands in turn.

“Oh you’re Damon’s brother?” Sam asked to which Stefan nodded. 

“We’ve had the pleasure of meeting him already.” Dean drawled just as *yn* reached them. 

“What brings you to Mystic Falls?” Stefan queried just as Damon rejoined the group. 

“Oh you know, just taking a road trip.” Sam answered, shooting him an insincere smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Really? That sounds fun.” 

“Yeah, nothing like a little hunting trip to improve the brotherly bond you know.” Dean grinned.

“A hunting trip?” *yn* blurted out before she could stop herself, her eyes wide as she stared at the Winchester brothers.

“C’mon *yn*, you know we hunt any chance we get.” Dean spoke, shooting her a knowing look. 

They weren’t just looking for their father. They were working a job.

*yn* glanced over at Klaus to see him already staring at her. He was hanging on to every single word. She glanced over to see Damon and Stefan staring back at Dean, his choice of words clearly not going over their heads.

“Well you know we’d love to show you around the town.” Damon piped up before *yn* could interject and she swore she could have staked him right then and there. “But if you’re just passing through then-”

“Oh no we’ve changed our minds.” Dean cut him off. “We’ll definitely be staying a while.” He continued, his eyes locking with *yn*’s. 

“Great.” Damon smiled, glancing down at *yn* who was staring right back at Dean.

“Well I might get going. I swear I am so famished I could just kill for something to eat right now.” Damon chuckled humorously. His words made the smile drop from Dean’s features, his eyes blazing with aggression as he glared at Damon.

“See you round then.” Sam nodded, his eyes darting to Dean in concern. A smirk twisted up onto Damon’s lips, his eyes glimmering with an unreadable emotion. 

“Oh you will.”

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