Stefan's hands started burning, but it was like my hands were burning. The pain, its like I'm searing away from the inside out. I start to scream, but its Stefan that's screaming.

I sit up sharply in bed, panting. I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath in.

"Mmm you must have restless sleep syndrome or something," Damon groans from next to me. "Its like sleeping with a tornado."

I sigh deeply, and feel Damon rub a soothing hand across my lower back. "Hey," he whispers, his tone changing. "We were up all night last night, you're exhausted. Come back to sleep."

"I had a dream about Stefan." I say, still looking ahead, feeling the lingering ache of a disturbing dream.

"Oh."

"It was more than just a pit in my stomach this time, it was real. It was like I was there with him."

"I know I said it didn't bother me that you have some psychic connection with to your ex-boyfriend, but I don't need a play-by-play, (Y/N)." he says before laying back down.

"You're right. Its weird. Sorry." I say and lay back down, trying to shake off the feelings.

"Fine," Damon says, rolling onto his side to face me. "Tell me. I'm sure whatever's in my imagination is ten times worse than what's going on in your subconscious."

"It was just so vivid. I saw Stefan walking out of this bar, it had a red awning and this broken neon sign; and he was screaming in pain. And I could almost feel the pain."

"Well. Should I go check up in the attic? To see if there's a crystal ball? Maybe you could conjure up an address?"

"Route 29. Joe's bar." Katherine's familiar growl says. "I think I had the exact same dream."

Damon groans, rolling over once again in bed.

We got up and dressed pretty quickly, to prepare to find Stefan.

"So I found nine bars along Route 29, and none of them are called 'Joe's'." Damon says, walking up to me while I fiddle with Stefan's ring.

"I had a feeling there was something wrong all summer, and I ignored it, but I was right. Stefan was in a safe. Probably killed whoever it was that found him. I know it sounds crazy that I'm following some psychic dream, but it's the only lead that we have."

"It doesn't sound crazy." Damon says. "It is crazy."

I roll my eyes at Damon.

"But I'm open-minded."

I sigh once again.

"Listen," Damon says taking my shoulders. "There are nine bars, and since none of them are called Joe's and Route 29 runs through a couple states, this is going to be a road trip. Why don't we have a good time, while trying to find Stefan, okay?"

"Shotgun!" We hear Katherine call, just as I am about to answer. "What? I get carsick in the back seat."

"Please tell me that she's not coming." I say through clenched teeth.

"She's not," Damon says looking at her sharply.

"Listen, Silas is out for me. I think it has something to do with The Cure you shoved down my throat. But hey," she says smirking. "I take great pleasure in knowing you wasted your one shot at a human life on me."

"You were trying to kill me!"

"Whatever. I care about Stefan, always have. And the fact that we're having the same dream, tells me that you do too. Maybe just as much."

"Can we just lock her in the cellar?" I ask.

"You know what, this is gonna be a Damon and (Y/N) trip. Katherine, just stay in the house. I don't care, order in. Throw a party. Just don't leave." Damon concludes. "(Y/N), lets go."

I smirk at Katherine, picking up my bag before Damon shuts the door behind me.

"I've always wanted to road trip with you in the Camaro." I say, doing my best to brush Katherine out of my mind.

"Well, here's your chance." Damon smirks, opening the passenger door for me.

"Always the gentlemen," I reply, giving him a deep smooch.

Damon tosses my bag into the backseat before coming around to the front. I pill out my list of addresses, typing the closest one into my phone. I set the directions up on the dash, and put on my saved "Road Trip" playlist.

Damon rolls his eyes as an early 2000s song comes on.

"What?" I pout. "This is classic road trip music."

"Whatever you say, Princess." he replies, and we speed off.

"You sure you know what you're looking for?" Damon asks after we've been driving for a few hours. "The last bar had a red awning and a neon sign."

"I'll know when I see it." I answer, continuing to look out the window.

"So you've been having these dreams all summer?" Damon asks.

"No." I answer sharply, looking at him. "Its just been a bad feeling, like something wasn't right with him."

Damon remained silent.

"Damon, please don't take this like I have lingering feelings for him," I say, touching his arm. "I'm with you now, and I'm happy with you. I love you."

"You what?"

"I-" I stutter. "I'm sorry."

Damon quickly pulls the car over and leans over to me and kisses me deeply. I roll over the middle of the car so I am on top of him. "Does this mean you love me, too?"

"(Y/N), how long have I been pining for you?" he asks, bringing forth a smile from me.

I continue to smile, and bite my lip before leaning in to kiss him again. His hands wrap around my waist, coming under my shirt, caressing my skin. I moan softly as we continue to kiss. My shirt is about to come off when we hear a siren go off behind us.

"Oh my god!" I exclaim, laughing a little before climbing back over to my seat.

"I'll handle it," Damon says. "Maybe he can be lunch?"

"Damon!" I say smacking his arm.

He simply smirks and continues to do so as the officer approaches the car. Damon rolls down his window.

"Can I help you, Ociffer?" he says, turning back to wink at me.

"You think you're funny, son." the officer replies.

"No, sir." Damon says.

"License and registration."

Damon goes into his wallet, giving the officer the necessary paperwork.

"Now," the office continues while inspecting the paperwork. "What authentic act of love was being displayed along the side of a public road?"

"Oh, very authentic love." Damon says. "We just... hunger for each other."

I roll my eyes, knowing what is about to come next.

"In fact," Damon says. "We could use a snack."

"Well you're gonna have to-"

Damon grabs the officer by the collar drawing him in. "You're gonna give us your wrist for a bite to eat, then you can forget about us and go back to sitting on the side of the road for speeders and textures."

The officer robotically draws out his arm, rolling his sleeve up to his elbow.

Damon gestures, "Ladies first,"

I lean over, drinking in some of his blood before sitting back. "You're so polite," Damon says before drinking in fiercely, leaving his a little pale, before letting go.

"Make sure you hydrate!" I compel the officer before leaving him to walk back to his car.

Damon smirks over at me once more, setting his wallet back down. I crawl over the seat once again, kissing Damon again.

"I thought we had to rush to get Stefan?" Damon asked.

"He doesn't have his daylight ring on." I answered. "So we have all day."

We deepen our kiss, letting love take its course.