Just an idea that popped into my head about my two favorite fandoms. May be a two or three shot. Set after 3x03 of TVD and in season 5 of SPN. The ages are based on the timelines of both stories and what ages the characters would be in 2010.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or Supernatural, unfortunately.

Caroline looked at herself in the mirror. She was never more relieved to be home. But, then again, she had never been tortured by her own father before. She sighed.

Being a vampire sucked. No pun intended.

She found herself wishing for simpler days when her biggest worry was making sure to choreograph the right steps for cheerleading practice.

But, part of her was also happy that she had become a vampire. Everything may be intensified, hurt, anger, despair, but also love and happiness. It also seemed to bring out the better parts of her.

She was glad she was not longer the shallow cheerleader she used to be. Ever since her turning, she had connected more with her friends, her mom. She may have lost her dad, but, she should have known that being a vampire would bring some major repercussions as well.

"Daddy you can't change who I am."

"Stop! Please Stop!"

"Daddy?"

Caroline shook her, trying to get the horrible memories out of her head. She and her dad had always gotten along so well... and, now? He hated her. Caroline felt the tears fill her eyes. No, I will not cry. You are stronger then that now.

You're aren't girly little Caroline anymore.

She glanced to the side of her mirror, looking at the many framed pictures. There was one of her, Bonnie and Elena, Stefan slightly visible in the background. There was one of the cheerleading team. Another was of her and her mother. There was one with her father. The last was of her and her only cousins.

Sam and Dean.

She was about eight in the picture, Dean was twenty-two and Sam eighteen. She was on Dean's back and they were both smiling happily, Sammy at their side and if you looked carefully you could see the Impala in the distance. They were both a lot older than her, and she had always looked up to them.

Sam and Dean were her long-dead Aunt Mary's sons. Aunt Mary was her mom's older sister, and she had died a long time before Caroline was born, when Sam was only six months old.

The tears in her eyes increased as she thought of them. Dean had died nearly a year ago.

"Dean! Dean! Look, look! I did it!" A five-year-old Caroline squealed, jumping up and down in victory. For an hour now her 19-year-old cousin had been trying to show her how to tie her shoes and finally she was able to do it. Dean reached out and ruffled her messy blond curls, chuckling at the little girl's enthusiasm.

"You sure did, little bear." He said, smiling at her, from his perch on the chair next to hers. Caroline suddenly jumped down from her chair, stumbling a bit, before jumping up on Dean's lap and wrapping her skinny arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Deanie. You're the bestest cousin ever!"

"My pleasure, Care." Dean chuckled, squeezing her a little.

"What's the matter, little bear?" Dean asked his eight-year-old cousin worriedly, not sure what to do with her tears. He placed a calming hand on her shoulder, sitting beside her on her (very pink) bed. She sniffled, glancing away from her cousin.

"Bonnie and I got into a fight." She whispered sadly.

"And why's that?" He asked gently.

"She said that I was a meanie... But I'm not the meanie! She is! She didn't want me to play with her and Elena." She let out another little sniffle. Dean, for lack of knowing what else to do, just put his arm around her, and brought her tiny body close to him.

"Don't worry, Care. I'm sure Bonnie will realize just what a special girl you are. She'll come around soon enough and then she'll always be asking you to play with her." He smiled down at her, trying to cheer her up.

"You really mean that?" She looked up at him with big blue, teary eyes.

"Course I do! Besides, you know I'm always right!" He teased. She giggled.

"You're silly, Deanie."

"That's me, silly cousin Dean."

"Dean, how come Sam's not with you?" Twelve-year-old Caroline asked her twenty-six-year-old cousin. He looked down at her, a bit of sadness in his voice.

"Sasquatch isn't cool enough to hang with us, little bear!" He said, big smile on his face. Caroline could tell it was fake, she was the expert after all. She frowned a little and approached Dean, wrapping her arms around his waist. Dean looked down in surprise and, placing his hand on her head, pulled it back a little so she was looking up at him.

"Whatcha doing, little bear?" He asked, curious.

"I'm sorry you miss Sammy, Dean. I miss him too." Dean simply nodded and let the little girl try to comfort him.

It was nice to be the one taken care of for a change.

She smiled slightly, thinking of all the happy, and sad, times she had had with her cousins. She hadn't heard from Sam ever since he called to tell her of his brother's death. She had missed the funeral, as he had only called her after, tears thick in his voice.

"Hi, Caroline speaking!"

"C-Care? It's Sam."

"Sammy! I haven't heard from you and Dean in a while! Where have you been? You have a lot to answer for mister! Seriously, you couldn't-"

"Caroline." Sam interrupted in a strange voice. She immediately stopped rambling. "Dean. He's dead, Care. Dean's dead."

That phone call was one of the worst moments of her life. It was on par with her death. She had always been close to Dean, their shared enthusiasm for the little things making it easy for them to connect. He always made an effort to visit her and mom, too. Stopping by randomly at least once a year. Sometimes he would be full of energy and life, doing anything she wanted to do, even though it was most likely boring due to the age difference. Still, it made no matter to Dean and he would always approach every activity with a smile. Other times, though, he'd be tired. Exhausted to his bones, world-weary.

"Sorry, Care, I don't think I'm up to it today." He'd say. They would end up spending the day inside watching TV and snacking on junk food until her mom caught them, but that didn't matter; she was just happy she got to spend some time with him.

When she had gotten that call from Sam, it had been more than a year since Dean's last visit and the thought made her sadness increase even more. She wished she had gotten to see him more often.

What would you think of me now, Dean?

She frowned, and put the picture back down. She wondered how Sam was doing; she knew how close he was to his elder brother; though she was also closer to Dean, that didn't mean that she didn't care for Sam.

When Sam had been attending college, he came to visit them sometimes on his breaks. He was always kind to her and always knew the right things to say. He would usually only stay a day or two, but it was enough. She smiled, remembering the many times Sam had helped her with a particularly hard math problem, or a particularly annoying history essay; he was always so patient.

But that's just how the Winchester brothers were, wasn't it? Where Dean was loud, obnoxious, and overprotective, Sam was calmer, more reasonable, and innately clever. Dean was always better with his hands, when Sammy constantly had his head in the clouds.

They were opposite sides of the coin.

Caroline missed them.

A lot.

It's like, when she lost Dean, she lost Sam too.

Suddenly, Caroline stood up and picked up her purse, dumping its contents onto her bed. Sifting through her stuff, she picked up her phone and scrolled through her contact list. She stopped on Sam's name, hesitating for a moment. She shook her head, what are you scared of? This is Sam! She hit call, and sat on her bed, legs folded beneath her.

It went straight to voicemail. No surprise there.

"Heya Sammy." She cleared her throat awkwardly, not sure what to say. "Um, it's Caroline... Remember your obnoxious little cousin? Yeah, uh, that's me." She winced slightly. Really? Of all the things I could say. "Well, just calling to check in, ask how everything's going... Haven't seen you in a while, cuz. Um, yeah, just, you know call me if you have the chance. I'd love to hear from you! Yeah, bye." She hung up and groaned.

"I am such a ditz!" Frustrated, she buried her face in her pillow.

In her embarrassment, she missed the buzzing of her phone.

After spending the rest of her weekend in a slight depression over her familial problems, Caroline decided that she wouldn't let herself be upset anymore. After all, she was Caroline frickin' Forbes, Queen Bee of Mystic Falls High. That morning, she went to school with an extra bright smile on her face.

The mood didn't last, however, when she ran into her dad after school.

"I'm going to be okay."

"No, sweetie, you're a vampire. You're never going to be okay again."

She sighed as she arrived home, surprised to find there was already a car in the driveway. A very recognizable car.

The Impala.

Quickly, she parked her car and jumped out of it, hurriedly grabbing her bag and running to the front door. Through the glass, she could see a very tall, very familiar man. With a bright smile, she whipped the door open, causing the man to turn around in surprise. Immediately she launched herself into his arms, laughing.

"Sammy!" Even though he was clearly shocked at her sudden appearance, his arms automatically caught her and he lifted her off of her feet.

"Hey there, Care." He chuckled in a rare moment of happiness. A second later he placed the blonde back on the ground. She smiled happily up at her extremely tall cousin.

"You came! I thought my message might've scared you off for good!" She was still looking at him, wide-eyed. Sam couldn't help but let out another chuckle. Her response was so... Caroline.

"Well, here I am. So clearly you did something right... cuz." He added with a teasing smile. She smacked his arm in response, and Sam was surprised to find it actually hurt. He frowned and rubbed his arm. "Wow, Care, that was a hard hit."

"You deserved it." She glared. "What were you thinking? We've had no idea how you are... where you've even been? A phone call might have been nice, Sam." She scolded. Sam had the decency to look a little shame-faced. Suddenly she heard the toilet flush from the bathroom, and the sink start up.

"Uh, Sam, did you bring someone with you?" She asked, a little worried that there might be a stranger in the house. There was no answer and she looked back to Sam, noticing his slightly panicked look. "Sammy? You okay there?" She questioned, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Damn Sammy! Thank God we got here when we did, don't know what I would've done-" The eerily familiar voice stopped suddenly. No, it couldn't be. That's impossible. Slowly she pivoted, and nearly fainted from shock at who she saw standing in her hallway.

It was Dean. Her cousin. Her very dead cousin, who was now looking at her with a mixture of awkwardness and joy on his weathered face.

"Hi there, little bear." He stated in a quiet voice. Caroline's eyes widened.

"W-What?" She asked, completely confused and somewhat terrified. "H-How are you here? It's impossible. Y-You're dead." She whispered. Dean simply shrugged.

It was impossible, though. At least for a human. Caroline knew this perfectly well. This could not be Dean. At least, not her Dean.

She suddenly blurred over to him, fangs sharpening and eyes darkening, and slammed the imposter into the wall. The look of horrified shock on his face all but confirmed that he immediately knew what she was. Dean wouldn't have known that, he was a normal guy. Normal guys don't know about the supernatural.

"What are you?" She hissed. He didn't reply, only looked at her in sadness. She slammed him into the wall once. "I asked, what are you?"

Suddenly, she felt a prick in her neck, and she stumbled back, dropping the impostor-Dean in the process. She lifted her hand to her neck, surprised when she pulled out a syringe. She had been vervained. She turned to look at Sam in desperation and confusion.

"W-Why?" She whispered.

Then Caroline's world went black and she knew no more.

Part One done. Part Two will be up soon, hopefully and then after that Part Three.

Anyways, let me know what you think!

RW