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Emily ([personal profile] iluvroadrunner6) wrote in [community profile] fandomweekly2022-09-08 08:11 am

[#133] No Porch Light on to Pull Me Home (Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries)

Theme Prompt: #133 - Storytelling
Title: No Porch Light on to Pull Me Home
Fandom: Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | SPOILERS for Season 15 of Supernatural
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 866
Summary: Once upon a time, Dean met Elena.



Once upon a time, a boy meets a girl.

It’s a tale as old as time, one that’s been simplified and told repeatedly, as it’s how most stories start. One person meets another, and they affect and change each other in ways irrevocable. Elena’s been lucky enough to have had several of those stories across her lifetime, epic loves that challenged her, forcing her to grow up and see the world in ways she never thought she would.

With Matt Donovan, it’s the soft landing of first love, something innocent and warm, even if it ultimately wasn’t for her. With Stefan, it’s the heartbreak of how cruel the world could be, and that sometimes, love isn’t enough to save a relationship. With Damon, it’s that sometimes all the effort in the world can’t make a person change if they don’t want to.

She doesn’t know what lesson Dean is going to teach her yet, but she has a feeling it’s going to be a doozy. Especially when the way they meet is that his brother winds up on her operating table.

She walks out into the waiting room, eyes scanning the room until they fall on a rugged man wrapped in flannel. There’s something about him that pulls her in closer. Maybe it was the tired expression that comes from someone being emotional at the end of their rope—an expression she herself has likely worn many times. A tug of that old compassion wells up in her chest as she makes her way closer.

“Mr. Plant?”

The man’s head whips around. “Yeah?”

“I’m Doctor Elena Gilbert. I just finished operating on your brother.” She holds out a hand to him, and he shakes it.

“How’s he doing, Doc?”

“He should make a full recovery. He’s just going to need a little time.” Relief floods through the other man and she takes the chance to get a better look at him. Being a supernatural creature, there’s always a roll of the dice if you call out a hunter without confirming, but the damage done to his brother is quite distinctive. “Would you mind if we talked in private?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nods, following her back into her office.

Once the door closes, she turns to face him, taking a deep breath. “So. About the vampire that bit your brother.”

For a moment he tenses, surprised, before relaxing as he realizes that she’s not saying that to be facetious, or looking to attack him. “You know.”

“I do,” she nods. “And I don’t like rogue vamps showing up in my town. So, are they going to continue to be a problem?”

He shakes his head. “No. Our partner is taking care of that right now.”

“Good.” She takes a deep breath. “But we should probably talk when I’m off the clock. Sam will be safe here if you want to go check on your friend.”

He nods. “My number is on Sam’s intake papers. Call me when you get off work, and we can talk.”

“Good.”

“Oh, and by the way? My name is Dean.” He turns to face her with a smirk. “Dean Winchester.”

“Nice to meet you, Dean. I’ll make sure your brother is okay.”

* * * * *


Talking after work turns into drinks at the Grille and an actual fun conversation. She can’t remember the last time conversation came so easily, without having years of baggage attached to it. Still, she behaves herself, heading home without letting things go too far, but for the first time in a long time, it feels like the start of something.

She let herself back into her apartment at the end of the night, happily depositing her keys and making her way towards her bedroom, having the first good day in a while. When she reaches the doorway to the bedroom, she stops short, seeing another man inside. He’s scruffy and short, with an unkempt beard and rumpled clothes. She’s never seen him before in her life, but somehow he still feels familiar.

“Dear Diary,” he mocks, holding her journal open in front of him. “Today I met a guy, and for the first time in a long time, it feels like the start of something great.” He tips his head to the side. “How sweet.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“Call me Chuck, but that’s not really important. What is important is what you’re going to do for me.”

“Why the hell would I do anything for you?”

“Because you won’t have a choice.” He gets to his feet and makes his way closer, staring her down. “You, my defiant little doppelganger, are going to do exactly as I say, because that’s how I wrote it.”

“How you wrote it? What?”

“Not important. Just know that from now on, you do exactly what I say, and we will end this story my way.”

Elena falls silent, frustrated as he brushes past her. Before he can get too far, however, she turns to face him with a huff. “What are we going to be doing, exactly?”

“We are going to be breaking Dean Winchester’s spirit,” Chuck says with a grin. “One little heartbreak at a time.”