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We all stopped and stared at Deaton. Help is coming? Which help? What help? Who's coming?

"Deaton," Scott was the first to speak. Deaton turned his attention to Scott and appraised the alpha, before speaking. "Who's coming?" Scott asked the question that we were all dying to know the answer to. Deaton peered at us all, before responding.

"I just received word from Klaus." He revealed. "Apparently he keeps the company of a very powerful witch, Davina. She's cast protection spells on you all, at his request."

"Why did he call you?" I asked my mentor, before I could stop myself. "Why would he do that for us?"

"He wasn't the one who called, just the man behind the motion. His brother, Elijah, was the one who contacted me. He thought it in their best interest to protect the pack here, in order to save themselves. Elijah didn't think it wise to not protect a Bennett witch." Deaton explained. Even though, I had a feeling that Elijah was the one behind the gesture, I wasn't any less floored by Deaton's admission. They're helping? This is new. This is really new.

"That's not all – is there?" I asked him. Deaton smirked.

"No, it's not. He's holding something back." Derek answered. I guess I wasn't the only one to pick up on it. Just as Deaton opened his mouth to explain more, my phone went off. I looked at number and scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. I don't know this number. I answered it anyway.

"Who is this?" I asked, too fed up with everything to beat around the bush.

"Is this Bonnie Bennett?" A gruff voice asked, instead of answering my question.

"You're not getting an answer to that question, until you answer mine." I quipped, rubbing my forehead. I can almost picture whoever this is smirking on the other end.

"This is Dean, Dean Winchester. Bobby filled us in on what's going on. He said to give you a call, before we rolled into town. If there's a hit on our heads, we want to help. I want to know who's behind this. We'll be in Beacon Hills tomorrow afternoon." He told me.

"There are a few things you need to know and be okay with, before you head here." I replied in what I hoped was an authoritative voice.

"Yeah and what's that?" He asked me, sounding almost amused.

"Beacon Hills lives up to its name, Dean. It's a beacon for the Supernatural. I've heard of you and my Grams knew your dad. My uncle's even run into you a few times. I know that you and Sam aren't always tolerant when it comes to dealing with supernatural beings." I said.

"Who's your uncle?" He interrupted me. "I remember Sheila."

"Rufus," I replied.

"Bobby's Rufus?" He asked.

"That's him, or it was, before he passed. Look I need to know if your prejudice is going to be an issue. I understand that you and your brother have saved a lot of people and you've saved the world, by putting down some dangerous beings. Not all supernaturals are evil. Killing for the sake of killing won't be tolerated here. Am I understood? I have no problems sending the two of you packing. I have enough magic to do it. You met Grams. So, you know that I'm not bluffing." I threatened him. Stiles shot me a warning look. Lydia looked thoughtful. Peter looked proud.

"Look, I get it. We don't have a good rep. With everything that's happened to me in the past couple of years, I've eased up on that. I hear what you're saying and I don't doubt you. Witches can be nasty. You have my word that I won't kill anyone without cause." He promised.

"That's not good enough. I need to hear it from your brother, too. I'm not going to watch my pack get killed. Murder is murder no matter who is doing the killing. I won't have any unnecessary blood on my hands." I added.

"Sam," I heard him speak to his brother. He explained the situation and Sam took the phone.

"Hey Bonnie, this is Sam. Look, I hear where you're coming from. You're protecting your own. You didn't have to reach out to Bobby and let us know about the hit on our heads, but you did. We know the kind of woman you are, if you're anything like your grandmother. My father didn't speak highly of many people, let alone witches, but she was one of them. I promise you that won't kill out of… prejudice." He struggled over the word. "Dean and I both realize that not all supernaturals are evil. We've met more than enough of them to know that much."

"Thank you." I breathed. "Can I speak with your brother, again?" I asked him.

"Yeah, hang on." He told me. There was some static and some hushed arguing, before the line when quiet.

"This is Dean."

"Thank you." I thanked him.

"No problem," he replied.

"There's something else you need to know." I told him.

"What's that?"

"Klaus Mikaelson is coming to town. He's unpredictable and I'm doing my best to make sure that he behaves himself. He's the Original hybrid and can't be killed. He's immortal. He also has a tendency to rack up dead bodies, when he doesn't get his way. Once you're here, I can put a protection spell on you and Sam. I'm asking you not to go out of your way to provoke him. His family is on the dead-pool, too. They're powerful and Klaus is an egocentric asshole. I didn't want you to walk into any surprises. We don't have the entire list decoded, yet. Is Bobby coming? He really shouldn't be left alone."

"Look, I appreciate when you're trying to do, but if Klaus threatens me or Sam, I'm kicking his ass. I don't care who he is." Dean vowed.

"I'm asking you not to do something stupid, like that. If he tries anything, I'm not telling you to ignore it. I'm asking you not to dig your grave and everyone else's that you care about. I suggest you read up on him, before you get here. It's just friendly advice." I tried to explain. Dean snorted. "Where are you staying when you get here?" I asked him.

"A motel," he replied.

"That's a bad idea."

"You think everything is a bad idea."

"Hybrids and vampires have to be invited into homes. They don't have to be invited into a motel. Believe it or not, I'm trying to keep you alive. I don't want your death on my conscience, because you were stubborn." I argued. I could hear Sam laughing in the background.

"He can stay with me." Derek volunteered. I started to nod, when my eyes fell on Peter. His eyes glittered at the idea. The look on his face was positively carnal.

"That's a bad idea. We all know that Peter doesn't respect personal space." Lydia shot the idea down for me. The look she gave Peter could freeze hell over… twice. "They can stay here, with us. You know my mother won't mind and my parents are smart enough not to invite anyone inside. This house is protected." She decided I nodded.

"You can stay with us." I offered. I heard the phone being passed over.

"Bonnie? This is Sam. We would love to stay there. Thank you. I'll look up some info on Klaus, when we stop for the night. Just text us the address and we'll call when we get to town."

"Alright. I will." I promised. "Stay safe." I told him, before ending the call. Everyone was looking at me.

"Really? You're threatening the Winchesters?" Jackson asked me.

"Do you want to die, because they're feeling trigger-happy?" I quipped.

"Please, I'm too pretty to die." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"That was your information – wasn't it?" I asked Deaton. He moved his shoulders.

"Chris is back in town." He revealed. Before I could ask, Derek answered for him.

"Chris Argent," Derek breathed. Well, things just got more interesting. I dialed another number that needed to be called.

"Bonnie! How are you?! I miss you!" Caroline squealed.

"Care, I wish I was calling under better circumstances, but I need a favor."