“What are we doing here Bonnie?” Elena Gilbert said as her best friend unlocked the front door to her grandmother's house.
“I just want to check out some of the grimoires that Jeremy and I
left behind,” Bonnie answered opening the door wide. “Come in.” Bonnie
and Elena enter in the house. The smell of books filled their senses. “I
think it's this one,” Bonnie said sitting down at the table.
“So, is it in there? Whatever you're looking for.” Elena asked sitting beside her.
“I don't know yet,” Bonnie said her eyes scanning the pages. While the two girls were sitting there, the phone began to ring.
“Are you gonna get that?” Elena asked.
“What? No,” Bonnie said nonchalantly. The phone continued to ring until the machine picked up.
“Miss Shelia? Uh, it's Sam. Winchester. I've been calling for a
while now. I guess you don't remember me. I'm John Winchester's son.
Well, my older brother Dean needs help. I really think you could help.
Please, just call me back. It's important.”
“Bonnie?” Elena asked. When her friend didn't answer, she shook her. “Bonnie?”
“What Elena?” Bonnie asked looking her friend in the eyes.
“Don't you think you should call that Sam guy back? Tell him about your grandmother,” Elena asked.
“No Elena. I'm not going to call some stranger and have that awkward
conversation where I tell him that Grams is dead and listen to him give
me his fake sympathy,” Bonnie said going back to the book.
“I think you should call him. This, in the book, can wait,” Elena said, trying to pull the book away from Bonnie.
“No,” Bonnie said grabbing the grimorie. “This is about saving you Elena.”
“Bonnie, I'll be fine for the ten minutes you talk to that guy. Go,”
Elena said finally getting the book out of Bonnie's grasp. “Go Bonnie.”
Bonnie stared her best friend in the eyes. Elena pointed at the phone.
Bonnie sighed and rose from the table. She went to the phone and
scrolled through the last call and dialed it.
“Hello. Miss Shelia?” the deep voice said.
“Um hi. No, this is her granddaughter, Bonnie,” she answered.
“Hi. Uh this is Sam Winchester. Is your grandmother around?” Sam asked.
“No, um she died. A few months back,” Bonnie answered. There was silence for a moment.
“How?” she could hear the change in his tone, which confused her a little.
“In her sleep,” Bonnie answered quietly.
“Oh, well I'm real sorry about your loss,” Sam said. “I'll let you go.”
“Wait. You said your brother needed help. What kind of help?” Bonnie asked.
“Oh uh, I don't know if you could...” Sam started.
“What kind of help?” Bonnie asked sternly.
“He's been cursed. We think,” Sam answered.
“What did you want Grams to do?” Bonnie questioned.
“Well we don't know. We were hoping she would know what was
happening to him,” Sam said. “We were on our way to Mystic Falls, but I
figured I should call before we just showed up on her doorstep.”
“Well, I still live here and I'd like to help you if I can,” Bonnie
said. “You guys can stay at Grams' house while I help you. Ok?”
“Are you sure about that, Bonnie?” Sam asked. “You don't even know us.”
“Well Grams must have trusted you if you were calling her for help, so I'm sure,” Bonnie said.
“Great. Thank you Bonnie. I can't thank you enough,” Sam said, she could tell he was smiling.
“You're welcome. My cell is 540-555-5478, call me when you get in
town and I'll open the house for you,” Bonnie said before hanging up.
“So?” Elena said leaning against the door way.
“I'm going to help him and his brother,” Bonnie said brushing past Elena back to the dining room table where the book was.
“Good. Don't you feel better now?” Elena teased. Bonnie giggled with her friend.
“Shut up. Come on. Let's take this back to your house,” Bonnie said
grabbing the grimoire and her keys. “I need some help going over this.”
“Ok, well Damon and Jeremy should be there,” Elena said as Bonnie locked the house.
“Great,” Bonnie said with a smile.
“Hello?” Bonnie said answering her phone groggily.
“Hey, it's Sam,” the voice on the other end said.
“You are aware it's like five in the morning?” she said rolling over to look at the clock. “What do you want, Sam?”
“You said to call once we got to town. We're in town,” Sam said.
“Ugh. Can you guys wait like two hours?” Bonnie said.
“Uh yeah. What time does stuff open up around here?” Sam asked.
“It's a small town Sam. Everything opens at 8am,” Bonnie said.
“Right. Well, we'll see you in a few hours,” Sam said.
“Awesome,” Bonnie said before hanging up.
“Sammy, what are we doing here?” Dean said unhappily from the passenger seat.
“Look Dean, this curse or whatever isn't just gonna go away,” Sam said, driving slowly through town.
“Well can we just go to that chick's house?” Dean asked.
“Dean, her name's Bonnie and no,” Sam said.
“How are you even sure she's related to Miss Shelia?” Dean disputed.
“She answered the phone. At Miss Shelia's house.” Sam said. He
glanced at Dean that still looked unconvinced. “Come on, man. Can we
give this girl a chance before you completely dismiss her?”
“Fine,” Dean said.
“Dean,” Sam said unconvinced by his brother's response.
“Dude, I said fine,” Dean said. The brothers drove silently through
town. After a few hours of wasted time they drove to Shelia Bennett's
house. Sam pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine.
“Let's go,” Sam said. They exited the Imapla.
“It's fucking cold,” Dean muttered as Sam opened the trunk. They reached in gathering everything they might need.
“Morning,” a voice said. The brothers leaned out of the trunk. “Hi.”
“Hello,” Dean crooned.
“Hi,” Sam said rolling his eyes at his brother. “I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean.”
“I'm Bonnie,” she said introducing herself. Sam and Dean looked
nothing like she expected. They were...hot. “So, you guys ready to go
“Yeah,” Sam answered, nudging Dean who was staring. “Thanks again for doing this.”
“It's not a problem,” Bonnie said walking toward the house. “Your brother doesn't look very cursed.”
“It's more of a thing that happens at night,” Sam explained.
“What do you mean?” Bonnie asked turning to face the beautiful brothers that were standing in her grandmother's living room.
“What he means is,” Dean said, his voice showing his annoyance at
the two of them for talking about him like he wasn't there. “is that at
night I get...crazy.”
“Like crazy. Like...” Dean started.
“Like dingo ate my baby crazy,” Sam joked. Dean side eyed his brother. He directed his attention back to Bonnie.
“He means I go crazy at night. Like batshit crazy,” Dean said, realizing Bonnie didn't understand Sam's reference.
“Ok. Well I'll check out some of the grimoires I have at my friend
Elena's house and I'll be back later,” Bonnie said, making her way
toward the door.
“We'll be here,” Dean said smoothly over his shoulder. Bonnie melted and shot him a smile and she shut the door behind her.
“I am velvety smooth,” Dean said with a smile.