Prank Night Fall Out

3. A Brother's Love

Pairing: Damon/Stefan (M/M) hand, spatula, ruler

Chapter Text

Gilbert Residence

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Fall 2010

Damon vamped up to Elena's window and looked in. All was not well in Mystic Falls. He peered in and saw his baby brother sleeping peacefully next to his girlfriend. He meant Stefan's girlfriend, course, Elena. He never had to remind himself she was not Katherine, though they looked exactly alike. Everything else about Elena was different somehow. Whereas Katherine was devious, Elena was trustworthy. Whereas Katherine was cruel, Elena was kind. Whereas Katherine was hard, Elena was...soft. Damon shook those thoughts out of his head. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and shook the glass in her windows.

When Caroline and Bonnie had filled in Damon on what Stefan had done, he had grown dangerously quiet. Even Bonnie dropped her snark and put her hand on his forearm as if to hold him back. She reassured Damon that Elena would handle it. After all, she had popped Stefan's behind right there in front of everyone.

Damon wanted to say that Stefan deserved an old-fashioned switching, but he just nodded and left the cooler at the lake. He pasted a smile on his face and told the kids he was okay. He did make it a point to talk to Jeremy and then realized that the kid was as high as a kite. Damon left and went home and dipped into his finest stash of bourbon. He noticed that his second best bottle was low. Had Stefan been drinking? Stefan claimed it "helped" with his ripper cravings, but Damon thought it made them worse for him. Damon did not really like 'drunk Stefan.' It just was not the best side of him. Now drunk Damon was hilarious, he thought to himself. But nothing could take he edge off tonight. There were some nights that Damon had to see her...Had to.

"Damon!" Elena hissed. Somehow she almost always could sense him. "Get in here." Elena opened the window as quietly as she could, and pulled him in the much warmer bedroom by his arm.

"I was just in the neighborhood...," Damon said smiling.

"I know what you are doing," Elena said pulling back her long, dark hair. She peered at him with her liquid brown eyes. "Damon, I'm fine."

Damon jumped down from her window seat gracefully, "Are you? Your friends told me what happened? My brother is damn lucky I wasn't there. I would have taken a switch to him in front of everyone. No lie."

Elena grabbed Damon's forearms, and hissed, "Damon, you promise me that you will never do that to him. Please. No switch!"

"What? Elena, he's a vampire! It's not like he's a little boy anymore! Which, by the way, is what I used to get when I was a kid," Damon said his blue eyes falling again on the sleeping form of his brother.

"Look, Damon, I already...spanked him, okay. I know about what Lexi did, too. He needed it and he might need it again but I just don't want you even using a switch on him okay? Can you promise me that?" Elena pleaded in a low voice.

"Oh Elena, he's gonna get it again. But if it is so important to you, I won't use a switch...You know I would never really hurt him. But did you really.....?" Damon whispered with a slight smiled. He let the last sentence hang in the air. The thought of Elena doing that was almost more than he could handle.

Elena released his arms and nodded her head, "Yes, Damon. I did. You heard about what he did. After, he felt awful. He was drunk...I've hardly seen him like that. It scared me."

Stefan groaned softly in his sleep, Damon stepped closer to him and went to peel the sheet away to check to see the damage for himself. With Stefan only drinking animal blood, he healed much more slowly than Damon. Damon saw his red backside and whistled softly.