A/N: Hello all! I am super excited for this story. I have shipped Dean/Elena forever and this is the perfect outlet for my obsession.
This story is based off of Elena in Season 3 of TVD and Dean in Season 3 of SPN.
Obviously some events are altered for the purpose of this story.
Some dialogue is taken directly from episodes. I do not own SPN or TVD in any way.
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Also thank you to the 2 people that beta'd my story. One of the girls has stories on here (peskyhumanity) check out her stories as well.

xo-Amanda

I step out of my red Toyota Corolla onto the hot pavement and with a slam of my door, I sigh. "Senior year. This is not as fulfilling as I thought it was going to be."

Caroline and Bonnie exit my car as I speak.

"Come on Elena, this year is going to be great!" Caroline says optimistically.

"Yeah, we can finally put all of the bad things that happened last year behind us." Bonnie adds.

Sighing again, I give in. "You're right. It's just hard to think of things being normal around here."

"Ladies, are we excited for the first day of senior year?" a familiar voice quips, breaking into our conversation.

"Stefan!" Caroline squeals running into her boyfriend's arms and kissing him.

It was still weird to see Caroline and Stefan together, knowing that he and I were together just last year. But, I'm happy for my friends. I know Stefan isn't the one for me,considering both Stefan and Caroline are vampires. When I'm human, it just works out better thisway.

"New year, new life," I breathe.. "Let's do this."

By the time the final bell rings, I am more than ready to escape these walls. Caroline and Bonnie are getting a ride from Stefan, leaving my car free and all to myself.

As I put my keys in the ignition, I decide to make my way to The Grill. I place an order to go over the phone on my way there. Cooking is the last thing that I want to do right now.

When I get to The Grill and make my way inside, I immediately feel sick to my stomach. The normalcy overwhelms me; people laughing, having fun, relaxing. The pit in my stomach grows, but I get to the counter before I feel like passing out.

As I'm walking back to my car, a sharp pain at the back of my head overwhelms my senses, and then everything goes black.

As I slowly regain consciousness, I can feel the crick in my neck from where it had fallen forward. I open my eyes, but my vision is foggy, and all I feel is the pain radiating from my skull. I try to raise my hand to check the back of my head for blood, but I realize that my arms and legs are tied to a chair. "Help! Help me!" I cry out before receiving a back-hand to the face.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch." A voice I don't recognize hisses at me.

For a moment I let my head hang, and I slide my tongue over my lip – it's busted. As I raise my head, my vision starts to clear a little, and I look around the room. It looks like some kind of bar, but not one that I've seen before. Directly in front of me is a circle of six people, which surrounds another two, who look terrified.

All of a sudden, the eyes of everyone in the outer circle change to black. A gasp escapes my lips, but no one pays attention to me.

"Man, you really walked into the wrong place," the man in plaid taunts. Suddenly his eyes fall on me, and he asks, "Who the hell is that?"

My eyes grow wide with fear, but I don't dare speak again. I didn't really feel like another swipe across the face."I like her. I think I would rather wear her than this." A blonde woman standing before me gestures to her own body. With a smirk on her face, she says, "She's much prettier."

"I can think of about a thousand things I'd like to do to her." Another man, this one red headed, replies, licking his lips at me.

The only man whose eyes didn't turn black finally speaks up. "You're not gonna lay one filthy finger on her!"

The man in plaid saunters over to him. He holds up a bottle of drain cleaner and lifts it to the other man's face ."Here. On the house."

The woman next to the normal-eyed man, who'd been silent up until now, watches him take the bottle from the plaid-wearing man."Isaac, no," she whimpers.

With no warning, the man called Isaac throws his head back and starts downing the drain cleaner. "Stop!" I scream, in absolute horror at what I'm seeing."Baby, please don't! STOP ISAAC!" The woman is sobbing now, but is being held back by the man with the red hair.

Isaac drains the entire thing; he's starts convulsing violently, causing him to drop the empty bottle. He gags repeatedly, foamy liquid and blood bubbling out of his mouth. The sound of his labored breathing and frothy spittle hitting the floor are the only sounds in the room, before he drops to the floor. The woman that was with him screams in agony.

"Your turn, honey!" The man in plaid squeals in delight, as he turns to her

Before I can blink, a car crashes through the wall, and everyone stumbles back. Through the debris that clouds the air, I see three men get out of the car and immediately start tossing a liquid of some sort onto the six with black eyes. Whatever it is, it's working- they fall back screaming, in pain.

The woman is still calling out for Isaac, who lies dead on the floor in a pool of blood and drain cleaner. One of the three men, and older guy, grabs her and pushes her into the car. The tallest of them is still tossing liquid, while the third is throwing punches at the man in plaid and shoving him into the trunk of the car.

"HELP ME! Please!" I cry out, tears streaming down my face.

The one standing by the trunk looks in my direction, and he looks like he's contemplating whether I'm worth saving I think he decides in my favor, because he moves towards me. It's hard to see his face clearly through the debris that still clouds the air and the tears that cloud my vision."Dean!" The tallest yells after him.

Dean reaches me and, before I can say anything, splashes some of the liquid into my face. I blink and sputter at him, "Are you going to help me or give me a bath?"

A smirk plays on his lips. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, which he uses to free my arms and legs. "We need to go. Now." His voice is stern and commanding.

I run towards the car and nearly dive into the backseat beside the weeping woman. Dean jumps in the front seat beside the other two, yelling, "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"

The oldest man, the driver, throws the car in reverse and stomps on the gas. As we flips the car around after we've left the building , I looked out the back window to see the destruction. Our captors stood on the edge of the destruction and watched us leave black-eyed and panting.

The car is silent, except for the sobbing of the woman. I take my cue from the three men and keep my questions for later, staying silent while the woman grieves. Eventually, we arrive at an older house. We file inside and I follow them all up a flight of stairs. The woman and the tall one are arguing.

"And I say we're going back – now! I left my husband bloody on the floor," she exclaims.

"I understand that, but we can't go back. How are you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!" He responds sharply.

Quietly I speak, "Exorcised? They were demons?"

"The freaky things with the black eyes? Yeah, they're demons.," Dean answers me.

"And not just any demons. Do you have any idea what we're up against?" the old man questions Dean.

"Uh, no, who?"

"The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!" he shouts.

Dean grins and says excitedly "What's in the box?!"

Everyone goes silent, except for me – I let out a small laugh before I clear my throat, trying to regain my cool.

"Brad Pitt? Se7en? She gets it." Dean nods in my direction. "Who are you anyway?"

"My name is Elena… Gilbert. Elena Gilbert," I say, shifting awkwardly.

"Okay Elena Gilbert, I'm Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam." He says pointing to the tall one who offers me a small smile. "This is Bobby Singer," gesturing to the old man. "And the very upset woman is Tamara."

"So how'd you end up in that bar?" Sam asks.

"Honestly, I don't even know. One minute I'm walking to my car with dinner for my brother and myself, and the next minute I'm waking up tied to a chair. The blonde…demon said she wanted to wear me?" I shudder at the thought.

"That's because we're dealing with the seven deadly sins, you idjits. The customer we've got in the next room is Gluttony. I couldn't figure it out until Isaac…" Bobby's voice trails off.

"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara yells.

"We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath...And figure out what our next move is!" Bobby is yelling in Tamara's face.

Seeing her shrink back Bobby adds, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Tamara make their way into another room, leaving me with no choice but to follow.

"So you know who I am, huh?" Gluttony chuckles.

"We do. We're not impressed," Bobby spits out.

"Why are you here? What are you after?" the questions spill out of Sam's mouth.

Gluttony chuckles condescendingly, "We already have what we want. We're out! Thanks to you for opening the Devil's Gate, my kind is everywhere. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

"Fun?" I ask, sick to my stomach.

"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet, others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides… on their outside."

"I'm gonna put you down like a dog!" Tamara shrieks taking a step towards Gluttony and striking him across the face.

Gluttony delivers a full on laugh. "Please. You really think you're better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust."

Dean nods in agreement, throwing a wink my way. I glare at him as Gluttony starts to speak again.

"And Elena. All that pride you carry - such a martyr. Always sacrificing yourself for your friends. Too prideful to accept anyone's help." Gluttony's voice taunts me, Hearing the truth in his words, I lower my head. He continues,"My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry... violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others – they're coming for me."

"Maybe, but they won't find you. You'll be in hell." Dean says with a straight face. "Someone send this clown packing."

"My pleasure." Tamara reaches for a book and starts to read something in Latin. "Exorcizamus te, Omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica..."

We leave Tamara with Gluttony and walk back to the other room.

Bobby is the first to speak. "I don't think we'll have to worry about hunting them. They're gonna be hunting us."

"Why don't you guys take Tamara and Elena, head for the hills. I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time." Dean suggests.

"You're insane! We're not going to just leave you behind." I exclaim.

"Listen, Lena, I'm gonna call you Lena. You're new here, you don't even kn-" Dean starts but is cut off by Sam.

"Elena's right, Dean. We're not leaving you here. End of story. If we're going down, we're going down together."

The house begins to shake and a gust of wind from out of nowhere blows out the candles. We hear Gluttony scream and Tamara slamming the book shut. She appears in the doorway behind us and says, "Demon's out of the guy."

"And the guy?" Sam asks.

Tamara responds coldly, "He didn't make it."

Dean is sits on the floor with a row of candles behind him, loading a shotgun. Sam is across the room filling flasks with what I now know is holy water. I glance over to Dean, who happens to be looking at me. We watch each other silently for a moment until the lights begin to flicker. An old radio sparks to life playing an older tune. "Here we go." Dean huffs.

The music is playing faintly until it suddenly stops -one of the demons had possessed Isaacs's corpse, and Tamara can't handle its taunting. She opens the door, breaking the salt line Sam had placed, letting the rest of the sins in.

Dean and I run up the stairs where we end up backed into a bedroom by the blonde woman.

"You must be Lust." Dean observes.

"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be," Lust coos.

Dean is standing in front of me, a protective arm out to keep me back.

"I could be her if you wanted." Lust adjusts her gaze to me.

"Lady, you're not riding around in her skin." Dean snarls.

"Oh really? Watch me." Lust opens her mouth and a cloud of black smoke exits her body and heads right towards me, the blonde's body crumpling to the ground.

"ELENA!" Dean yells out.

I can feel my jaw crack open, and I can feel the black smoke pouring down my throat, like hot wax. My eyes close and open. I know the demon is inside me, because I can feel an actual presence. I'm still but feel impossibly far from my limbs. My body is not my own. I'm stuck.

"Ooh. I knew I would like her better." Lust looks down at our body, taking in the sight.

"You get out of her right now, you son of a bitch." Dean is visibly more pissed off now.

"Or what? I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet. Not unless you want me to." Lust asks coyly, running our hand along his shoulder.

Dean falls into Lusts embrace and they begin to kiss. I'm screaming to get out, but I can't lie: I'm feeling what my body feels, and what my body feels is amazing. Those perfect soft lips on mine, this perfect body pressed against me.

It feels good. It feels right.

We're moving backward, lips still locked, until we hit a shower curtain. In one swift move, he flips us around, pulls the shower curtain open, and he plunges our face into the bathtub. Lust screams into the water – holy water. It hurts me just as much as it hurts Lust.

"I'm sorry, Lena." Dean whispers.

Quickly he raises our head out the water and Lust gasps for air. Dean's trying to keep me alive. But he only leaves us above water for a moment before shoving us back underwater screaming in agony, then we black out.

I can feel myself wake up. Before I open my eyes, I try to twitch my fingers and toes to see if they're my own again. They are. I breathe deeply in relief as I slowly open my eyes. I take in the room around my and my gaze falls upon Dean sitting in a shabby chair across from me, glass in hand, gaze holding mine. .

Dean.

"Morning, sunshine. How you feelin'?" Dean asks voice low.

His question brings to mind my physical state and I realize that my head is in absolute agony.I close my eyes again and start to massage my temples. "Like I was run over by a semi. Good god."

"Here, drink this." Dean leans forward, offering the glass, but before I can take it from his hands he splashes some of it on my face.

"Seriously!?" I cry out, wiping some excess water out of my eyes.

"I just needed to double check," Dean laughs as he finally hands me the glass.

Taking it in my hands I drink it quickly. my mouth is as dry as a cotton ball and tastes like…rotten eggs.

"You're gonna have that taste in your mouth for a bit. Sulfur."

I finish downing the water and Dean gets up from his chair. Grabbing the glass, he refills it for me and hands it back. This time I sip it, wanting to make it last.

"Lena, I'm sorry. It's my fault that Lust possessed you. I should've protected you." Dean's solemn face makes my heart hurt. You did protect me.

"I'm alive, aren't I? And you're not obligated to protect me, Dean. You don't even know me." The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them.

Dean reaches out and rests his hand on mine, "Yes, you're alive. That means I can take you back home." He strokes his thumb along the back side of my hand.

"Home?" I mumble.

"Yes, home. This isn't a life you want and I'm definitely not going to just let you walk into it. Not on my watch." Dean's voice is firm.

"I didn't realize it was your choice."

"It isn't, but it's my choice not to let you come with us. I'm taking you home, end of story." Dean removes his hand and stands up making his way towards the door. "Meet me at the car in five."

I slump back into the couch - I don't want to go back. Grumbling to myself, I get off the couch and walk out the door and down the stairs to where Sam, Bobby, and Dean are standing.

"Bobby, that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam asks.

Bobby responds with confusion in his voice, "Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing."

"I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean laughs at his brother.

Sam chuckles "Three demons, Dean. At once."

"Hey, whatever it takes to get you through the night, pal." Dean says as he slaps Sam on the shoulder.

"Elena, hey how are you feeling?" Sam asks a smile on his face.

"Better, being possessed is not fun." I offer a small smile in return.

"That's why we have these." Sam and Dean pull top left corner of their shirts down to show a symbol tattooed on their chest.

"What is that?" I inquire taking a step closer to admire the design.

"It's an anti possession symbol. We can't be possessed, obviously." Dean responds proudly.

"I need to get one of those." I mutter under my breath.

Dean verbally scolds me, "Oh no, no, no you don't. You're going home remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. I remember."

Sam and Dean say their goodbyes to Bobby; I thank him for his kindness and tell him I hope to see him again.

The three of us make our way to Dean's car, which he fondly calls 'Baby'.

"Where do you wanna go Sammy?" Dean asks his brother as he sits in the driver's seat.

"Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe." Sam answers settling into the passenger seat. "I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal."

"Demon deal?" my questioning tone makes the brothers realize I'm still here, sitting in the back seat.

"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase." Dean responds, his voice void of all emotion.

"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?" Sam cried out, tears brimming on his eyes.

"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you."

Sam leans back in his chair stunned, what Dean had just told him rocks him, and me.

Dean is going to die? This man who just saved my life-going to die?

"How long do you have, Dean?" my voice is uneven and shaky at best.

Turning around to face me in the back, he answers, "A year."

Only a year? "I'm staying." My once shaky voice is strong and determined.

"Excuse me?"

Crossing my arms my gaze locks on his, "You heard me. I'm staying. I'm not going to let you die after you saved my life."

"Are you brain dead or just stupid, Lena?" Dean's voice is escalating and I can tell he's getting irritated with me.

"Oh no, I was listening. You said if either of you tries to weasel out of the deal Sam dies. We'll I'm not one of you, I can help."

Sam looks to me then to Dean, "She's got a point, Dean."

"No she fucking doesn't. She's not coming with us, Sam."

Now it was Sam's turn to be the firm one, "Deal with it, Dean, she's coming. You know why? I don't want to lose my brother."

Dean turns back to face the steering wheel, slamming his head back against the head rest. "Jesus Christ, fine. But you're getting the tattoo. Now."

When Dean throws the car into drive I lean back against the seat.

I'm going to save him. If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to save him.