Filled With Fire

“Thought That He Was Dead Diddly Dead.”

Damon was pacing up and down the lounge room, on the verge of panicking and biting his fingernails to pieces.

"Will this stop? You're wearing a hole in the carpet. Tempest will be fine, Damon. She knows how to handle herself." Stefan said, hunched over on the couch with his elbows propped up on his knees.

"Why the hell do you suddenly care about Tempest? You hate our sister. I loved Katherine just as much as you did, but you still blame her for outing her."

The blond Salvatore clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to snap back-

"Look at it from her side, Stefan. That b***h took us away from her. Compelled us to treat Tempest like she was nothing but crap. I know you didn't like our sister since the day she came into our lives and you loved the fact she was a bastard. You loved to throw it in her face, every chance you got. So please explain why you only care now-"

"Cause she almost died because of me tonight!!"

The older Salvatore stopped and looked at his brother with a dangerous, narrowed gaze, "She’s almost died a lot of times because of you!! Why the hell is tonight any different?"

"Klaus threatened me and Tempest threw herself at him. Then he grabbed her by the throat and-" The blond shook his head. "She's done it so many times, Damon and I hate myself for not doing anything. Especially tonight."

The two stared at each other for a moment until Damon started to nod his head. "Well, it's about time."

:3

Tempest was grinning like a fool before she downed another shot. She'd skipped going home, threw on a pair of denim shirts and a ratty Gun and Roses singlet she had in the car and left to get some proper food. Greasy food. Barefoot.

The shifter felt like she floating on cloud nine when her brother walked through the door of the Mystic Grill.He watched her with shock and walked over to her, "I thought you couldn't get drunk."

The redhead Salvatore nodded, "I can't but this baby right here," she held up a ceramic bottle, "was a gift from a dear friend."

"A friend, huh?" Damon quizzed. "What kind of friend?"

"Yeppers. A friend who I made because when I found him, I thought he was dead diddly dead." Tempest slurred.

"Okay Ned Flanders, explain."

"Aye aye, Captain," She saluted dramatically. "Me and my buddy Teddy -you should totes meet him sometime, he's so much fun with his bright blue hair- he and I were driving down this old highway when Teds looked out the window. He has perfect eyesight because he is oh so perfect, perfect, perfect."

Damon rose an eyebrow as she poured herself another three shots, "I got it Temper, he's perfect."

"Dam right he is. So he sees a dead body, because he," Tempest leaned in to whisper, "sees dead people."

"Okay, I think that's enough for you." The older Salvatore said, taking the ceramic bottle and now empty shot glasses away from her.

The Tiger shifter huffed with a pout, "I pulled over because he's Teddy and I love my Teddy Bear. We got out and there's this guy on the ground with these huge, wicked ass markings burnt into the dead grass around him. They looked like wings, Dae!"

The blue eyes vampire looked at her like she was crazy. "But he wasn't dead?"

"Well, kinda.” She scratched her head, before going on, her voice more gravelly, “But Teds has magic and I'm something like a battery, so we got him up and running again. He's funny too. Said his name was Gabriel but preferred Loki. And he loves candy. A goddam sweet tooth. He's cute, but not my type."

"And he gave you this?" Damon shook the bottle.

"Yeah, Gabby blessed this bottle of whiskey that I had in the car, to one, never empty and two, be super alcoholic. He said I wasn't the wine type. And somehow he also knew what me and Teddy were."

"So this guy, magicked you a bottle of Holy whiskey cause you and your buddy Ted brought him back from the dead?" The older Salvatore deadpanned with a look of utter disbelief.

"Uh yup. It's better than that mead s**t he had me and Teddy try."

The raven hair coloured Salvatore gave his sister a look, "What is this guy?"

"No idea. After he was good to go, the three of us decided to go cause some s**t and prank these two dudes. Brothers if I remember correctly. The Winchesters, I think they were called."

"Hang on. Hang on. Let me get this straight." Damon pinched his brow. She was confusing the hell out of him. "You and this guy friend," Tempest nodded, "were driving around the middle of nowhere, came across this deadish guy with wings burnt into the ground and bring him back to life."

"Mmhmm." The redhead nodded again. "What aren't you getting, brother o' mine?"

"The parts where you mention you're a battery, where the guy says his name is Gabriel but likes Loki instead and where he blesses a never emptying bottle of whiskey that makes you drunk."

"And? It's not that hard, Damon dear."

"But forget all that, you met the Winchesters?"

"Yeah, they're pretty cool."

"You didn't... screw around with Dean, did you?"