Chapter 1
"Now you can't go anywhere anymore, Mr. Harker." Vlad Dracula sniffs at his neck, forcing Dean to look away.
"Who is this Mr. Harker you keep calling me. I'm not Mr. Harker!"
The shapeshifter backhands him and shivers in sickening delight at Dean's agony.
"Ssh, Jonathan," he coos, fingers tracing Dean's jaw and lower lip. "Of course you are Jonathan Harker, my one and only love."
Dean twists in his restraint.
"No, you said it was Mina. You said your bride has been reborn. Mina is your bride, not Jonathan."
The phony Dracula throws his head back and lets out a thunderous laugh. He tightens his long and strong fingers around Dean's neck before loosening them into more like a caress, staring deep into Dean's eyes until the Winchester squirms uneasily, before he, without any warning, dips and engulfs Dean's lips with his own, emitting low, lewd, aroused sounds in his throat.
"Mmppp-l-let me go!" Dean shrieks when his mouth is suddenly released.
A sounding slap answers him.
Dean's panting and gasping, eyes glazed with pain and shadows of fear.
The shapeshifter combs his fingers into Dean's hair now, clearly taking pleasure in the man's discomfort.
"I don't care," he whispers. "I don't care about Mina anymore. Besides, I'm not foolish. I've been watching you and I know it's you that I want, Dean Winchester."
Dean wheezes at the mention of his name, and he struggles earnestly before a soaked cloth presses into his nose and mouth and sends him to oblivion.