Welcome to Mystic Falls (A Supernatural/Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter 10-The Angel Mark

I turned around to see the recognition on Sherry's face and the same expression crossed Dean's face too.

"Sherry?" He looked at her, surprised.

"Can't believe that you're still alive Winchester," Sherry grinned as she speeded over to hug him.

"You should be thankful I was here to save your ass," Dean smirked in reply as he hugged her back.

"Wait, you two know each other?" I asked, shocked.

"You think you were the only hunter to ever come and check out this case?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sherry agreed, "You think that you were the only hunter I managed to fool with the damsel in distress act?"

She seemed to be teasing Dean.

"Except you weren't acting the last time. It was the real deal," Dean argued.

"You wish," Sherry rolled her eyes, "If I remember correctly, it was you who needed saving in the end."

"Yeah, but only cause I stepped in to try and save your ass the last time too," Dean muttered.

"Looks like you never learn," Sherry smirked. I watched the exchange with keen amusement.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were Sam Winchester?" Sherry asked suddenly seeming to realise my presence, "Dean used to keep talking about you all the time."

"Did not!" Dean huffed out.

"Did too!" Sherry replied.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"No."

"Yes."

"Alright when did this happen?" I finally asked and both of them looked at me.

"This was back when you were in Stanford. Dad told me to check this case out and I was more than ready to do it," Dean told me.

I nodded my head, realising that Dean must have let these vampires go because he must have realised that they were not a real threat to this town.

"So were you really in hell?" Sherry asked Dean and Dean looked surprised.

"You told her," Dean asked in more of a surprised tone than an accusing one but I still went into my defensive mode.

"She drugged my mug of hot chocolate," I said childishly pointing at Sherry.

Sherry's jaw dropped, "I did not!"

"You did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"Alright," Dean said, "coming back to the point-yes I was in hell."

Sherry's eyes widened, "Then how did you get here?"

"Turns out that you still haven't learned to clear your tracks or keep hunters off of your scent," Dean shook his head as he looked at her.

"It wasn't me," Sherry said.

"Then Damon maybe," Dean guessed, "Or has Stefan gone back to his ripper ways?"

"It's nobody you know," Sherry said.

"Well then do you know who it is?" Dean asked pointedly.

"No, that's what we were trying to find out," Sherry told him with a shrug.

"Well then it's a good thing I came here to help," Dean replied.

Sherry left the motel room soon after, with the promise of returning as soon as she'd checked on Damon. I turned to look at Dean, still not being able to believe that he was back from hell. I stepped forward to hug him, since we'd been interrupted the last time, and as if reading my mind, Dean stepped forward at the same time.

"How did you get out of hell?" I asked him, still partly in shock, "And how did you know where to find me."

"Well, I went over to Bobby's and after he was done making sure that I wasn't a demon or a shifter or anything supernatural, he told me where you were. I came here as fast as I could," Dean said putting his hand through his hair. He was sitting on his bed-the same place Sherry had sat on a while earlier.

I sat down next to him and noticed that he seemed kind of tensed, "So how was it?" I asked as softly as I could.

"How was what?" Dean asked looking up at me.

"Hell," I bit my lip wondering what his reaction would be.

"Oh...um....that," Dean coughed a little and then cleared his throat, "Yeah, I don't remember."

"What do you mean you don't remember?" I questioned him.

Dean shrugged, "Means I don't remember anything from my time down under. Probably blocked out those memories or something."

I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to find out whether he was really telling the truth, but gave up when I couldn't find any signs of him telling me a lie.

"How did you get out though?" I asked.

"I don't know Sammy," Dean swallowed heavily, "But whatever it is, it can't be good."

As Dean lifted the sleeve of his shirt, I noticed the huge mark of a hand on his shoulder and also realised that this was the first time that I had seen him well and truly scared.