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"Cas! Get your ass down here! We need you!" Dean yelled. We all looked around, but nothing happened. Talk about anticlimactic.

"Maybe he's busy?" Sam suggested. Everyone murmured quietly. It's not like we had any better ideas about where he was. With all the stories that the Winchesters have told about him, I am excited to meet him. I just wish that it was under better circumstances. Honestly, it's nice to meet almost everyone who has rolled into town to help with this monstrosity. It just sucks that it has to happen like this.

"He's not the only angel around." Ash mused. I looked over at him and got dizzy from moving too fast. Bobby noticed that I started to sway, because he tightened his grip around me.

"He's the only angel around who isn't a dick." Dean disagreed.

"Goes to show what you know. I'm the Ash-man. I hear things. Don't doubt my connections. Give me a day and you'll be surprised who shows up tomorrow." He said, before walking away.

"Hey, B, are you okay? You're not looking so hot." Erica asked. Actually, now that she mentioned it, I really am starting to feel worse than I was. If I had to pick one word to describe how I felt, it would be green. My stomach started to lurch.

"Bon, are you going to be sick?" Caroline asked me. I nodded, frantically. She ushered me away from Bobby and out of the room. We flew to the bathroom, just in time for me to throw up the contents of my stomach. I retched until I didn't think I could anymore. I started to lean away from the toilet, just to have more come up. I dry-heaved for a good ten minutes, when I was finished. Caroline rubbed my back sympathetically and held my hair back. When I felt like I could move again, I looked up at her gratefully. "Bon, don't take this the wrong way, but you look worse than before." She cringed. I frowned and tried to push myself up off the floor, only to fall forwards. "Whoa, okay, seriously, there's something wrong. I'll pick you up. I think you need to go to the hospital."

"I can't." I croaked. She visibly paled and helped me to my feet. I motioned to the light switch in the bathroom and she turned it on. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and wish that I hadn't. I look horrible and that's putting it nicely. I'm literally covered in bruises. How much more did that creepy hunter do, after I passed out? I don't remember it hurting that bad…

"You'll heal. You just need time." Caroline tried to reassure me in a shaky voice that didn't quite meet the soothing tone that she was going for.

"Okay," I agreed. I want to believe her, but something just feels wrong. She glanced over at the toilet and moved to flush it and she blanched.

"Deaton!" She screamed. I closed my eyes. I feel so dizzy. I heard footsteps race to the door and I forced my eyes open. It's so red… It clicked and it donned on me why Caroline freaked out the way that she did. I was throwing up blood. I tentatively touched my stomach and winced at how sore it was.

"She's worse than I feared." Deaton's voice came out low and gravelly. It made the situation hit that much harder. "Can you bring her out here? I'll see what I can do." He asked Caroline. She nodded and picked me up and held me in her arms.

"I can take her." Derek interjected.

"It's fine. I've got her." Caroline argued.

"I can take her." Derek repeated. I looked at Derek and saw that he wasn't messing around. He looked pissed off and almost scared. Caroline looked at me and I nodded, giving her the okay. She let him take me from her arms. I relaxed in his embrace and tried to focus on his scent, instead of the tornado that was going in my stomach and how lightheaded I was feeling. I don't have to be a witch to pick up on all of the protective vibes radiating off of him. He might not be an alpha anymore, but he's definitely more than a beta.

"Bonnie?" Stiles asked, worriedly. The rest of our pack started murmuring around the room.

"She can't die, not with the protection spell I cast on her." Davina spoke up.

"Then what's happening to her?!" Scott snapped.

"She doesn't look good. She smells like she's…" Isaac fumbled with his words. "Not dying, but she smells really sick."

"I have an herbal remedy I can give her." Deaton offered.

"Will that help?" Caroline asked him. The hunters hung back. They didn't know what to say and I don't think that they wanted to risk pissing off the pack, by interfering in our business.

"I might be able to do something to speed up the healing process." Davina offered. I shook my head.

"No. No more magic. If it's because of the spell, then it might upset the balance, even more." I refused.

"Bonnie," Erica protested. I just shook my head. I winced and Derek's grip on me tightened.

"She's not wrong. Magic comes at a price." Peter defended my decision. He looked at me, nervously. I've never seen him even resemble anything close to nervous before. It's unnerving.

"Then, take my blood. It'll heal you, Bonnie. None of us will let anything happen to you." Caroline tried again. I looked at her, skeptically. That's the last thing that I need, to walk around worried that someone might off me and turn me into a vampire.

"That might be our best option." Deaton agreed with her. I sighed.

"Nonsense, take mine," Klaus offered to help me. "I'm older and more powerful. It'll do wonders for you, love. Anything to get back in Caroline's good graces." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and Derek and Stiles laughed. Lydia just looked worried.

"Fine, but I don't want everyone in here." I agreed, reluctantly. Everyone but Klaus, Deaton and Stiles cleared out. Derek set me back down on the table that I was on before. Klaus bit into his wrist and offered it to me. I scrunched my nose and Stiles took my hand into his, gingerly.

"Because you're a witch, there's a possibility that this will just heal the majority of your physical wounds. You still need to take it easy and let your magic recharge. You shouldn't have been able to survive the spell you did. It's miracle that you're still alive." Deaton cautioned me. I nodded.

"Thank you." I wheezed to Klaus. I'm deteriorating fast.

"Don't thank me yet, sweetheart." He breathed, before pushing his wrist against my mouth. I latched my lips onto his skin and started sucking. I tried not to think about what was trickling into my mouth. It didn't taste like I expected. It was thick and hot and tasted like iron and power.

I feel so tired. I can't keep my eyes open. Maybe I'll feel better if I just rest my eyes, just a little bit.

Stiles' POV

"What isn't she waking up?! Wasn't his blood supposed to heal her?! Why isn't it working?! What if something went wrong?! Why is she still sleeping?!" I asked Deaton and Klaus. I feel like I'm going out of my freaking mind. She looks so battered and pale.

Deaton started cleaning her up and getting the blood off of her skin. She's looking better. The bruising has gone down a lot. Caroline came into the room with us and checked out her stomach. She said that it was hurting Bonnie before and she may have had internal bleeding. It just looks like normal bruising now. Nothing can happen to her. I couldn't take if anything happened to Bonnie. I care about her too much.

"It's going to take time." Deaton tried to reason with me. I know that he means well, but I don't want to hear it right now. I just want Bonnie to be okay. I want everyone to be okay. I want her to be safe and I want her to wake up.

"How much time?" I asked him, as I fidgeted and paced the room.

"There's no way to tell, Stiles." Deaton told me, softly. I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair.

"She's going to be okay, Stiles." Derek told me, quietly. I looked up at him and didn't know what to say or if I even believed him. What she did for all of us… She saved us all by stripping the hunters' witches of their powers. If it wasn't for her, we all would have died. I'm still learning to channel my spark and the bond that we have. My abilities are nothing compared to Bonnie's.

"When she's better, you and I will start working on training you to use your abilities." Deaton offered. I nodded. Derek pulled me into a hug. I froze, before I started hugging him back.

"She's going to be okay. I promise, Stiles." He vowed. I nodded against him and let him be strong for me. I shook before pushing my emotions back. I can't afford to break down right now. I have to be strong. He didn't make any effort to break the hug, so I just let him hold me.

After a few minutes passed, I pulled away from him and offered him a small, grateful smile. He nodded in return.

"I need to go talk to Peter and a few of the others. I'll be outside, if you need me." Derek excused himself. I watched him go.

"When she wakes, she'll need a few things. I'm going to step out and pick them up. I won't be gone long. No one will be able to attack you here. Don't worry. I won't be going alone. She's going to be fine." Deaton assured me, before taking his leave.

"Stiles, hey, look at me." Caroline commanded me, softly. She looks so concerned and I can tell just by looking at her how much she loves Bonnie. "This is Bonnie we're talking about. If anyone is stubborn enough to make it through this, it's her. You know I'm right. With Klaus' blood, she's going to okay. I promise." She tried to assure me. I didn't say anything. "As her best friend, it's my duty to distract you, i.e. her boyfriend." A grin spread across her face, easily.

"How do you plan on doing that?" I asked her, leaning against an empty table. Her grin broadened.

"What are your intentions with my best friend?" She asked me, seriously.

"I… What?"

"You heard me. Don't play dumb. What are your intentions with Bonnie? The last thing she needs is to be dating a douche." She repeated, breezing past me. She sat down on the floor and patted the spot in front of her. I took one last look at Bonnie and sat down in front of Caroline.

"I plan on being in a relationship with her?" I tried. She laughed.

"What else? Is she just a fling? How do you plan on treating her? Don't forget that I'm a vampire and I can listen to your heartbeat to see if you're telling me the truth. I'm not above hurting you, because you break her heart." She threatened me. It didn't scare me, if anything, it made me feel better. I'm glad that Bonnie has a friend like her.

"What? No! I would never do anything to hurt her. I know that we don't really know each other, but I'd never hurt Bonnie. She's… she's been through enough and she doesn't deserve it. I care about her. I don't want this to be a fling and I don't think that she does either. I treat her as well as I can, because I don't think she deserves anything less. Do you?" I looked up at Caroline. She almost looked proud. "Is that what you needed to know? I get it. You're doing the whole intimidating best friend thing. She has a home here. I'm not the only one who doesn't want to see her hurt. She's part of our lives now. She's in our pack, Scott's pack. We protect our own. That's how packs work. We would never ask her to do anything that would hurt or kill her for the sake of someone else." I added. Caroline flinched and I could tell that what I said must have hit a little too close to home. She gave me a forced smile.

"I'm glad Bonnie found you and that she found… the pack. She needs that. I'm just… I'm sorry that we… that I could never do that for her, while she was in Mystic Falls. I just want her to be safe. I was her to be safe and happy." Caroline gave me a sad smile, before getting up to leave the room.

Maybe I shouldn't have said what I said, because it wasn't fair to insinuate that one person was behind everything… I don't blame her. I don't know everything that went on there. I just know that someone needed to say it and someone needed to hear it.

"Caroline, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean that it was somehow your fault. I'm sure that it wasn't." I called out behind her. She paused, as she opened the door.

"I know that." She flashed me a smile and disappeared. Bonnie coughed behind me. I glanced over and she started to stir.

Bonnie's POV

I coughed and sat up. I looked around and my eyes fell on Stiles. He looked relieved. I feel noticeably better, not completely healed, but better. He walked over to me, slowly, like he was afraid I'd break, if I was overwhelmed.

"How ya feelin'?" He asked me. I shrugged and made a face, because of how stiff my body feels.

"Like I'd feel better after a long soak in the tub," I replied, honestly. He grinned at me sheepishly and I could tell that he was thinking about me bathing. "Do I still look awful?" I asked him, softly. He shook his head and brushed some hair from my face.

"You look beautiful." He promised, sweetly. I snorted, but accepted the compliment.

"You mind helping me up?" I asked him. He shook his head and helped me sit up. He wrapped his arms around me and helped me to my feet on the floor. He didn't let go of me, once I was steady. He cupped my cheek and tilted my chin, so I was gazing up at him.

"Don't scare me like that again." He whispered.

"It wasn't on purpose." I promised him. He nodded and leaned down and touched his forehead to mine.

"I don't ever want to be that scared for you, again." He breathed. His sincerity shook me to the core.

"I'll try not to." I gave him my word. He nodded and touched his lips to mine. I clung to his shirt and kissed him back. I felt the familiar electric spark ignite in my stomach. It was more powerful than before and heated up my body. I whimpered and Stiles held me tighter. He deepened the kiss and tangled his hand in my hair. We kissed, like our lives depended on it. Maybe they did?

He gasped and I opened my eyes enough to see that he was doing the same. Something different was happening between us. He was glowing… or was that me? Whatever's happening between us feels different… better… healing. I pulled away and touched my lips. He's breathing just as hard as I am. He looks better – refreshed.

"You felt that. Right?" I asked him. He nodded and peered at me, studying my face. "What's wrong?" I asked him, as he touched the side of my face.

"Your bruises are all still there, but you look better. You look more alive. I don't know how, but you do." He said, letting his eyes cascade over my body.

"Maybe the spark is more powerful than we realized? With everything that's been going on, it hasn't exactly been a priority." I guessed. He shrugged and then smirked at me.

"Or maybe I have healing lips." He grinned. I laughed.

"You know… I think that's it, Stiles." I agreed. The door opened and an amused Derek stepped inside.

"Deaton is back and he has some things for Bonnie." Derek told us. We both nodded. I started walking over to the door, slowly. I'm still aching. He kept his hand on the small of my back. "Let's go, hot lips." Derek teased Stiles. Stiles blushed and glowered at him.

"Keep talking, sourwolf. Keep talking." Stiles shot back. I laughed at the two of them. Deaton opened his mouth to speak and someone banged on the door. We all looked over and saw a man clad in black open the door.

"Hello darling, I thought I felt my ears burning earlier. Were you gushing about me again? I know you missed me, but I hope you haven't been spreading rumors about what we do with our naughty bits." The man winked at Dean.

"What the fuck?!" Scott asked.

"Crowley," Sam answered. Well, shit