Through the Ages

Summary: AU. Three hundred years ago, Dean was just a human, enjoying his life as a knight without a thought to anything, or anyone else. Upon being told he is to wed, Dean meets two women. One, his betrothed, the other, a mysterious seductress. Both of whom inevitably end up following him through the years as an uncertainty and his sire.

Rating: M (mature themes, violence, language)

Disclaimer: yep, I own it all...every last bit of it. Nah, I'm kidding, just the story and any made up people.

A/N: So I've read some other stories with Dean as a vampire and it got me thinking. This story has a slight base from my story, Second Life, as it deals with multiple character deaths and such. So without much else to say, here's the new SPN story, enjoy.

Warning: A lot is going to happen in this first chapter, so be prepared for it to go fast but I promise the rest of the story will go more simply and smoothly.

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The sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the stable. The few horses huffed and stepped around in irritation behind their locked gates. A woman's heavy whimpers and moans accompanied the slapping of flesh and was shortly followed by a high whine of pleasure.

Dean couldn't help the satisfied, cocky smirk on his face as he all but let the woman he was previously screwing drop into the hay beneath her. Her breasts hung out over the top of her dishevelled dress and she panted heavily, her hair messy and sticking to her sweaty, red forehead. Dean looked down at her for a few seconds before he wordlessly adjusted his clothing, pulling the light armour back in place. He bent down and picked up his sword before strapping it back around his waist. Without a word, he was striding out of the stables, patting one of the horses on the snout on the way.

"If you sully any more reputations, some father will force you into a marriage." Dean paused and sighed then looked to his left, watching his father walk towards him.

"Who would do that?" The young man asked, laughing slightly.

"Me." John stated. Dean stopped laughing and looked at his father carefully. There was no way he could be serious. Surely he knew a marriage would be pointless. Dean was a knight, he was almost always gone on some crusade or another for the king. "You're getting older son. You should be starting a family."

"I have no time for a family." Dean pointed out, shaking his head. He started walking again and was dismayed as John kept up with him. His eyes roamed around the people on the streets.

"You're a good fighter, son. But you're not the best." John remarked loosely. Dean frowned at his father and shook his head. His eyes caught on a carriage that had stopped near them with a few women getting out. One of them, he recognized to be the princess. He figured the others had to be handmaids. He tilted his head, watching them with curiosity. One stumbled on the edge of her dress, bumping into one of the others who ended up knocking into the princess. The two handmaids fell into the dirt while the princess was caught by one of the guards standing with them. All eyes turned to the maid who had initially fallen and she kept her eyes down.

"Some creatures have nothing to offer." Dean muttered, turning away from the scene and moving along.

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"No! I Refuse!" Dean ground out, teeth clenching as his hands formed into fists.

"Come now, there is no need for these theatrics." The King laughed in his drunken pleasure. Clearly his Knight saying no to a command had been amusing to him in some way. Dean turned his eyes toward the unfortunate woman at his left who kept her own eyes glued firmly to the ground. The handmaiden who had caused the collision out in front of the castle.

It wasn't that she was an unfortunately ugly thing. On the contrary, she was rather pleasing to the eye, with her blonde hair, sea green eyes, and pleasant curves. She certainly had a knack for being able to keep her mouth shut and, on some other occasion, Dean could believe himself to bed her. But marry? Absolutely not! This whole thing had his father's name written all over it.

"Your Grace, you can't seriously believe this to be a considerable situation." Dean stated, trying to reign down his anger and use a different approach. "What good would this marriage do for either me or her? She's a maid, a ward of your daughter.."

"Which makes her more than suitable for a knight of your standards." The King countered. He lifted his wine goblet and took a hearty dose of the fluid before looking down at the knight. "Now, I'll hear no more of this. You and her will wed within the fortnight. It's due time you produced an heir, my boy. Someone noble and worthy that can be trained and continue your family's contributions of protection upon my own." Dean knew his jaw would be hurting later as he ground his teeth together, trying with all his strength to keep from arguing more. He could see the normally cheerful King was losing patience and that never bode well for the one responsible. He gave a curt nod of acceptance and the King boomed happily, demanding more wine.

Dean glanced at his new betrothed and saw her looking out the corner of her eye at him. Her face flamed when she caught his eye and looked away quickly.

This was going to be painful.

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"I hope you're proud of yourself." Dean chided as he entered into his father's rooms and looked at the man currently placed at his desk.

"Just goes to remind you how much influence in court I have." John remarked casually as he kept his attention on his writing.

"I am not marrying that woman." Dean argued.

"The King believes it to be an excellent idea." John pointed out. He slowly dipped his quill into the ink jar and left it as he turned to face his son. "He agreed with my casually stated figures."

"Casually from you is never truly casual." Dean grumbled. He moved closer to the desk to try and read what was being written and was surprised when John willingly turned the parchment towards him. "What is this?"

"A wedding invitation, of course." John stated, failing miserably at his own weak attempt to hide his amusement at his son's expression of pain. "A fortnight won't allow for many of our further allies and family to cross the land to be here to celebrate, but we can get plenty of the nearer ones in time."

"You're cruel." Dean uttered in defeat. John smirked and turned the parchment back around to finish his finely crafted words.

"You'll get over it." The father waved off the son in finality and ignored any further remarks that quietly left the younger man's mouth as he left the room. Dean at least got a slight sense of satisfaction at slamming the door behind himself.

His feet led him to the castle and he found himself storming through it's twisted hallways until he came upon what he was seeking.

The Princess was in a common room, surrounded by her handmaids, all of which were working on one large sewing project while the Princess oversaw their efforts. Her head lifted as the Knight entered the room and she looked at him curiously.

"Your Highness, I request a few moments with my...betrothed." Dean greeted with a bow of his head while his eyes scanned over the faces of the women.

"Moments only, ser." The Princess giggled. "She must remain chaste for the wedding afterall." The other handmaids joined in the giggling while Dean's intended blushed furiously. She rose from her spot and walked over to him, tensing slightly as he put a hand between her shoulders and led her into the vacant hallway.

"What can I do for you, ser?" Her voice was small as she kept her eyes from connecting with his. He watched her with something akin to curiosity mixed with disdain. Of all the women in the town, this is the one his father thought he would appreciate being shackled to?

"For starters, you can stop being afraid of me." Dean instructed. With a sigh, she slowly lifted her eyes to his. She had a lovely face, he couldn't deny that. A bit of hair had fallen from under her hair net and was curving across her rosy cheek. "Secondly, you can tell me your name."

"Seraphina." The way she said her name seemed to bring a new appeal to her. She obviously liked it as her head tilted and her eyes changed, a new confidence coming to her. Dean raised an eyebrow in question and couldn't help grinning at her now.

"That's more like it." He mused quietly. With a sigh, he set his face back to neutral. "Look, this is nothing against you, you're beautiful and I'm sure there are other impressive qualities you have hidden away. But I don't want this marriage, I don't need a marriage, and I have never intended to be married."

"You made that all very clear when we held audience with the King." Seraphina remarked hesitantly. She watched him carefully then sighed deeply herself. "It is my duty to do as the King commands. He wishes our union, I cannot go against that."

"Sure you can, just talk to the Princess, get her to make her father see differently." Dean pleaded. He stepped forward into the blonde's space and she moved back until he had her against the wall. "I would be a lousy husband, you could do far better than me."

"I'd make a poor wife." Seraphina scoffed, looking down. Dean looked at her carefully, wondering. Slowly, he reached forward and took her chin, lifting her head. "Let's just...agree...that we will be horrible spouses, and accept that of each other, because we don't have a choice."

"It's a mistake." Dean pointed out.

"I agree, but it's what we have." She hesitated for a moment before stretching up and placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her cheeks turned pink again as she shimmied away from her entrapment between him and the wall. The knight watched, perplexed, as his intended retreated back to the common room, the door clicking shut behind her.

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They held no further private interactions since their talk in the hall and Dean wasn't sure if he was relieved or annoyed. Every time he tried to talk to her again, someone else always had to be with them, and unfortunately plenty of those times involved her brothers. While he did get to know a little more about her, it wasn't nearly enough and she never looked at him with the same confidence as before.

Two weeks later, the night before the marriage ceremony, Dean found himself wide awake in a tavern, drinking himself stupid for he had nothing else he could control at the moment. Most of the other patrons had either gone home or taken a resident woman to bed in the adjoining rooms but the Knight remained planted on his seat, a frown adorning his face. He didn't want to get married, he knew that would end all of his cherished sordid affairs. He would admit perfectly fine that his bride to be was attractive and he had no problem believing that he would enjoy bedding her, but he didn't want to be harnessed to one woman. He enjoyed his freedom.

"You seem positively tense in frustration." The smooth silky voice reached his ears as he hunkered over a mug of mead. Dean lifted an eyebrow, torn out of his inner musings, and turned slowly in his seat. Standing behind him was probably the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. Her dark hair was free to flow in luxurious waves around her face, the ends touching at her breast which was pushed up to optimum fullness by her dress and corset. Her green eyes, so much deeper and profound than those of the woman he was being told to marry, were lined off with the blackest kohl lines, her full lips as red as the dress adorning her body. Her skin seemed to be ethereal pale in comparison to all the other women he had met.

"And you...seem almost too high class to be in a place like this." Dean remarked, taking in the delicate fabric that hugged at the woman's curves. It was no cheap material, that he was well aware of.

"Then perhaps a glorious knight such as yourself would escort me to a more...appropriate location?" She suggested slyly, her lips parting to show the barest hint of white teeth. Dean felt his breath catch as arousal swept through him. He rose instantly, tossing coins onto the table top for his drink before he held his arm out. If this was to be his last chance, he would grasp it with both hands. He couldn't have asked for a more appealing partner. The woman slipped her own through, latching her elbow along his. Her hand rested on top of his own for a moment and he started at how chilled it was.

For such a warm night, it was surprisingly that her skin could be so cold.

"Lead the way, you're safe with me." Dean assured, receiving a sensual smile in return as the woman started walking from the tavern with the knight at her side.

"But are you safe with me?" She joked smoothly. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face at the implication. "You may call me Bela." His free hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword as he nodded, testing the name and making her smile. It was mostly silent as they walked, her hand brushing over his fingers from time to time as he arm tugged lightly on each turn. They held no real contact otherwise and yet Dean was ready to burst by the time they arrived at a small house on the outskirts of the town among the farmlands. He seemed surprised and skeptical that a woman like this could live out among the labourers but she assured him this was her dwelling before she led him into the darkness of the home.

He was blind for several seconds as she lit candles to provide light in the otherwise blacked out room. There wasn't much to it, a bed with dark sheets, a large trunk at the foot of it and a table with two chairs. A brass tub resided in the corner along with a bucket, both of which were filled with water and Dean wondered if this woman had just bathed before coming into town.

"Thank you for the escort, good ser." Bela whispered as she slowly stepped back to him, her fingers playing with the laces at the front of her dress. Dean forced himself to swallow a lump that had formed as he watched the bodice slip open agonisingly slow, revealing more of the creamy flesh beneath. "I hope that there is some way I can...repay your kindness. Might I tempt you with a midnight treat?"

"You...might." Dean struggled with his words, never having ever felt this overwhelming aroused by a woman. Her smile lifted her red lips and a for a moment Dean thought he saw pointed teeth before she was suddenly on him, that tantalizing mouth pressed hard against his own. He buried his hands in her hair and pushed back against her, lips bruising each other as their tongues tangled between mouths. Her hands moved faster than he could process and somehow found himself standing naked mere seconds later.

"What a delicious looking specimen." The words came out as a purr, Bela's eyes darkened completely as she ran sharp nails down Dean's bare chest. He hissed slightly before he grabbed at her again, tearing her dress off her body and finding no corset beneath. "Eager, ser. I shan't keep you waiting then."

He didn't know how she did it but somehow she had thrown his body onto the bed and gotten herself on top of him, sliding down his length with an ecstatic moan. He let out a growling groan, gripping onto her hips to gain control of their movements. She planted those nails of hers into his chest and he wasn't sure if the noise he made in response was of pleasure or pain. His head pressed back into the pillows as she rode him with an increased speed he had never experienced before.

"That's it...yes...give yourself to me." Dean looked at Bela as she spoke and felt himself freeze at the sight. Her mouth was open in her gasps, her teeth sharp as fangs. One of her hands was held up to her face, her tongue licking blood off her finger tips, making him realise that her nails had indeed pierced into his skin. When she saw him looking, a wicked smile crossed her face. Before he could think to do anything, she lunged forward, her hand pushing his head back once more and her fangs sinking deep into his neck.

The last thing Dean remembered was a metallic taste invading his mouth that seemed to grow sweeter the longer it remained, his throat acting on it's own accord and gulping the elixir down.

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"I'm sorry M'lady, I don't know what happened to my son." John consoled the blonde as she sat by a window. He wasn't sure if she was upset or not, having seemed to have barely paid him any mind the entire time he had been around her.

Dean hadn't shown up for the ceremony, Seraphina had not had a reason to leave her waiting room. Many were gathered, awaiting for things to begin, but when they never did, rumours started to spread. Most were aware that the Knight had hated the idea of getting married and so the words were going around that he had skipped out of the town. The King had been immensely disappointed, thinking one of his most loyal would never have done something so dishonourable.

Throughout all the whispers and speculation, the bride to be remained hidden and quiet until her once father in law came to her door with his apologies.

"We will find him, M'lady." John attempted but again was given no response. "Are you...well?" Slowly, the blonde turned her head to look at him. Her expression unreadable but she gave a single nod in response. John heaved a heavy sigh and bowed his head, taking his leave with nothing else to accomplish.

It was barely minutes later when the door was flung open again, startling the woman who looked up only to find her intended standing there with a wild expression in his eyes.

"You...you're here?" Seraphina was perplexed by his arrival and rose from her stool. Dean followed her movements with his eyes as he slowly reached behind himself, clicking the door shut. "Ser...Dean? What...where.."

"You're talking too much." Dean uttered roughly before he crossed the room. Seraphina a momentary glimpse of his pale face and darkened eyes before he grabbed a tight hold of her head, pressing his cold lips to hers. Her eyes flew wide and she weakly hit at each of his arms before gradually succumbing to him, a small whimper slipping between their joined lips. He pressed her up against the wall and felt around her skirts, bunching the material up until his hands felt bare flesh.

His cold, cold hands.

Seraphina gasped when he lifted her up, pushing her to wrap her legs around his waist as his mouth descended on her neck.

"D-Dean...what...what are you...oh God.." Her moan was involuntary as his blunt teeth caught at her flesh and nibbled it teasingly. She pressed herself against him and jumped in surprise when he tore her bodice down, revealing her heaving breasts to his wandering hands.

"Why do you smell so good?" Dean mumbled question was almost unheard and caused the woman he was ravaging to pause. He held herself still as she tried to listen to him, tried to ignore all the pleasure he was cascading on her body. "So good...so delicious.." His mouth moved down over her breast, taking the puckered nipple between his teeth.

She wanted to resist him, her mind was telling her that something was right, but the more he did, the more she ignored her inner warnings. Her hands gripped onto his head, holding it in place as pure ecstasy pulsed through her being. She had never felt this way before, it was like he had opened a floodgate that just wouldn't stop.

"I could smell you...all the way across the town." Dean muttered against her flesh, switching breasts to offer the neglected one the same treatments. "I woke up to it...but I couldn't get to you...not until the sun went down. It hurt so bad."

"What are you talking about?" Seraphina gasped, trying to hold onto his words and make sense of his rambling. She looked down at his head then let out a yelp as he suddenly bit into her breast, his teeth suddenly feeling sharp.

Dean let out a heavy moan as her blood ran into his mouth and down his chin, barely registering that she was pushing at him. He wanted more, he needed more, a primal hunger took over as he lifted his mouth from her body. He didn't pay attention to her scream of terror, just to the vein pulsing in her neck. His hand gripped hard on her hair as he pulled her to him, sinking his fangs deep into her neck, eyes rolling in the euphoria brought on by the sweet blood frantically pumping into his mouth.

Her fists beat at him, the hits growing weaker with each passing moment, each mouthful of life he swallowed without thought. He could feel her heart slowing, hear her breaths stop, until there was nothing at all.

Everything was silent in the room as Seraphina was slack against the wall and Dean finally lifted his head, horror on his face as he stared into her dead eyes.

"M'lady?" John's voice called through the door and Dean reacted on a new instinct: fleeing. He threw the now lifeless body onto the bed and leapt out the window as the door opened up. He could hear his father's frantic yells, saw his ghastly face look out the window to try and find the attacker. Dean clung to the darkness of his notch, hiding away until John was no longer in the window, and then he fled into the night.

So...what do you guys think? Should I keep going with this? I actually have a layout planned and this is going to be the only chapter based in this time period. It'll probably be a couple chapters each time period until current times when things start getting more intense.