Hey all, my name is Beth. Although I co-wrote a story with gengen0776 this is my first attempt at writing a real story for the world of slash fanfic, so please be kind.
Note: the character Rowan comes from the Angels and Demons series by bambers2 and she has graciously allowed me to use him as long as I make it absolutely clear that this is not how she intends for the relationship between Rowan and Dean to progress. Lol, she also has made it very clear that if I make Rowan seem to be anything other than very manly and full of snark, she will hunt me down.
For those who haven't been following the series, in the third story, Crucible Creed, Rowan inadvertantly turned Dean into a vampire while Dean was trying to save his life. As of yet in the series, bambers has not changed Dean back into human, so this story sticks with the idea that Dean remains a vampire.
Forbidden
Chapter One
"I said I wanted to hear that song." Rowan cast an irritated glance in Dean's direction as he once again flipped through the radio channels until he found the song he was listening to.
"An' I said the song sucked." Dean reached over and flipped the channel again, smirking as a flicker of anger lit within vampire's dark green eyes.
"Ummm . . . I clearly recall you saying that the driver picks the music while shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"Well, that was the rule while I was driving. An' the rule doesn't apply to those who drive like old freakin' ladies anyhow."
Rowan glared incredulously at the younger man, then gestured out the window at the torrential rain pelting against the glass. Gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to remain calm, he uttered, "It's freakin' pitch black out here, pouring like all hell, an' I'm down to only one headlight cause you rammed my Porsche into that tree." With hands clenched firmly around the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip, he further added, "Maybe someone should consider driving lessons before they make comments on my driving skills."
"Hey, I was aiming for Killeon . . . he moved, unfortunately the tree didn't." Dean chuckled at the low growl that slipped past Rowan's lips.
"Well, your aim sucks cause I wouldn't have missed." Rowan swiped his hand across the windshield, temporarily removing a little of the moisture that was fogging the glass. "Goddamn it, I can't even freakin' see the damn road."
"Maybe you should pull over an' let me drive before you get us both killed."
"Or maybe I should pull over an' shove you in the trunk so I can drive in peace . . . yeah, I'm likin' that idea a whole helluva lot."
Through his sudden burst of laughter, Dean managed to blurt out, "I'd really like to see you try." However, the laughter died on his lips when Rowan slammed on the brakes, and skidded off to the side of the road.
Rowan stormed out of the car and headed for the passenger's side of the vehicle. Hard rain pelted against Rowan's face and body as he flung open the passenger's door and gripped hold of Dean's leather jacket. Yanking the younger man out of the Porsche, he dragged him toward the back of the car and jacked him up against the lid of the vehicle.
"Think you forgot to pop the trunk before you got out of the car. An' you forgot the keys." Dean grinned as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the keys that were still in the ignition. "An' I probably should mention that in this car," he gestured toward the Porsche, "the trunk is in the front."
"I knew that, jus' wanted to see if you did."
"Sure you did." Dean chuckled.
"You know, sometimes I really just can't stand you." A flash of lightning lit up Rowan's dark, hawkish features, illuminating just how angry he really was at Dean. His brows knit together in a deep scowl, green eyes sparkling with scarcely controlled fury as he raked his fingers through his rain-sodden hair. "I should just leave your sorry ass right out here in the middle of nowhere."
"If you did, then who would show you where the glove compartment was in your car?"
"What the hell's wrong with you." Rowan slammed Dean up against the car again. "You practically wrapped my car around a freakin' tree, an' all you can do is stand here makin' jokes."
"Why are you makin' this into such a big deal, Rowan?" Not understanding why Rowan was so upset all of the sudden, Dean quirked a puzzled brow. "You're always telling me you have more money than God, so jus' go an' buy yourself a new car."
"You think it's just that easy don't you?" Rowan ground out through clenched teeth as he shoved Dean into the car again. "Maybe I should go an' ram your precious Impala into a few trees, an' see how much you like it."
Dean's anger flared, having no doubt in his mind that Rowan would do just as he had said just to prove a point. "You know damn well it's not the same thing."
"Why, Dean? Because it belongs to you?" Rowan leaned into Dean, his face within mere inches of Dean's. The closeness and warmth of Rowan's body sent a wave of desire crashing through Dean's entire being. "I'm just supposed to keep giving up everything for you, an' never get a damn thing in return."
"What the hell do you want from me, Rowan?" Dean met and held Rowan's gaze, and momentarily found himself lost in their deep and turbulent depths. Lowering his head, Dean struggled to regain his scattering thoughts. But he found it almost impossible to do so as he noticed how Rowan's wet t-shirt and jeans clung to every taut muscle and curve of his lean body. "You're freakin' rich as all hell, an' all I've got at the moment are the clothes I'm wearin'. . . an' you bought them. So tell me what I have that you could possibly want or need, an' it's yours."
Rowan was quiet for what seemed the longest time; thunder and the hard pelting rain against the pavement, the only the sounds to fill the uneasy silence that had fallen between them. Then Rowan abruptly turned his back on Dean and walked away, calling back over his shoulder, "Just forget I said anything, Dean, I don't want or need anything from you."
"Where the hell are you going?" Dean hurried to catch with Rowan as the vampire strode down a slick, grassy hill. Dean grabbed hold of Rowan's arm, and swung the vampire around to face him. "In case you've forgotten, the nearest town is about thirty miles from here, an' it's pouring out, so get your ass back in the car so we can find a motel for the night."
"Go back to the car now, Dean, before I forget we're friends an' kick your ass." Rowan shrugged free of Dean's hold on him, then took a few backward steps. "I don't wanna hurt you, but that doesn't mean I won't," he growled, fangs descending as he backed further away from Dean.
Lightning splayed across the darkened sky, and in that moment of light Dean saw rage battling desire for dominance in the vampire's expressive green eyes. "No, I'm not going anywhere," he murmured with a curt shake of his head. "An' there is one thing I can give you." Quickly closing the distance between them, Dean fisted his hand in Rowan's drenched hair and forcefully drew him into a crushing kiss.
Rowan pressed the palms of his hands against Dean's shoulders and roughly pushed him away. "Damn it, Dean, we can't do this, so jus' stop," he hissed, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth as if in disgust.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Confusion registered on Dean's features as he backed away from Rowan. "We've already done it twice by my estimation, an' now you're having second thoughts?"
"The second time was a mistake, an' it's one I can't afford to make again," he callously replied before turning his back on Dean.
"Don't you dare tell me it was a mistake an' then turn your freakin' back on me," Dean snarled, anger erupting from deep within him. Grabbing hold of Rowan's arm, he swung the vampire around, cocked back a fist and slammed it into Rowan's face.
Dean drew back ready to throw another punch, but Rowan caught hold of his hand mid-strike, twisted his arm around and brought it up behind him. With Dean's arm pinned behind his back, Rowan wrapped his free arm around Dean's neck and pressed his body firmly against him.
"You should've left when you had the chance," Rowan breathed in a husky whisper against Dean's ear, sending a shiver racing down the length of Dean's spine as the vampire ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his earlobe.
"I said I wasn't going anywhere."
A low guttural growl slipped past Rowan's lips as he trailed his tongue down the length of Dean's throat then sunk his fangs into the younger vampire's neck. Dean leaned back into Rowan, moaning and trembling as Rowan bit deeper into his flesh. Licking his blood stained lips, Rowan released his hold on Dean and softly whispered in his ear, "Wrong answer."
Before Dean could even think to react, Rowan backed slightly away from him, brought up his foot and kicked Dean squarely in the back, sending him sprawling onto the wet, muddy grass. A growl erupted from Dean as he leapt to his feet and swung to face Rowan. Green eyes gleaming against the darkness, he slowly circled the older vampire.
Breathing heavily, another low growl slipped past his parted lips as his fangs bit through his gumline.
"Oh, how sweet, you're getting all vampy jus' for me," Rowan taunted, pure unadulterated lust filling his eyes. "But you'll have a helluva long way to go before you do it even half as well as I do." With a deep throaty laugh, he dropped his head back to rest on his shoulders as he bared his glorious fangs. Licking the tip of his tongue across his fangs, Rowan let out a low animalistic growl.
His head snapped back and he pinned Dean with a mesmerizing stare. Dean's breath caught in his throat as he met and held the vampire's alluring green-eyed gaze. No matter how hard Dean tried, somehow he couldn't manage to look away as the weight of the older vampire's steely gaze literally drove him to his knees.
"You may be a damn good hunter, Dean. In fact, you're probably the best there is." Rowan knelt on one knee beside Dean, and cupping a hold of his chin, the vampire tilted Dean's face from side to side as if appraising his value. A deep scowl creased his forehead as clear disappointment mingled with desire in his expressive eyes. "But when it comes to being a vampire, you don't even begin to rate."
"You know, I may not be as old as you . . . hell, no one's as old as you." He chuckled to hide how deeply hurt he was by what the vampire had just said. "But I've been around long enough to know just by a single glance if a person's interested in me. An' I've gotta tell you that there's never been anyone who's wanted me as much as you do right at this moment."
Hearing that, Rowan hastily lowered his head, breaking eye contact with Dean. Quickly taking advantage of Rowan's distraction, Dean forcefully knocked the older vampire to the ground and leapt onto his chest. He cocked back a fist to strike his friend in the face, but stopped himself mid-swing.
"Please, jus' hit me," Rowan begged, pressing his eyelids tightly close, waiting for the blow to make contact with his face.
"What do you want from me, Rowan?" Dean lowered his arm to trail his fingers across Rowan's cheek, and felt the vampire tremble in response. "Just tell me what it is, an' it's yours."
"I want . . . need . . . ." Rowan's voice trailed off as he looked up into Dean's eyes. "Can't we just go back to the car an' talk about this some other time?"
"No." Dean chuckled. "I kinda like the feel of you beneath me. An' I don't plan on moving until you tell me why I can't make love to you, even though I know damn well it's what you want."
"I just can't, Dean." Rowan pressed his eyelids closed again as he tried to find the right words to explain why he was rejecting Dean's advances. "I . . . I mate for life."
"You what?" Dean quirked a brow in confusion, certain that he'd somehow heard Rowan wrong. "But, you slept with those two flight attendants. Not to mention that you have a son. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that certainly doesn't sound like mating for life to me."
"I didn't say that I've never slept around. I said I mate for life, there's a big difference." Rowan grabbed hold of Dean's arms as he made to move away from him. "An' as for those two flight attendants, that was your fault."
"My fault?" Dean stared at him incredulously. "How the hell was that my fault?"
"Cause I wanted you so damn much when we were in the shower together, but you passed out cold. I'm not proud of it, but they were both there, an' more than willing." Rowan knew he was making matters worse, and wished he'd never even tried to explain what he meant to Dean. "I'd never slept with anyone more than once before because I'd never found anyone who I thought would be my perfect mate . . . until you." A wry laugh escaped him, as he'd never thought he would be saying this to another man. "You can make me angrier than anyone I've ever met before. An' you're pretty much a pain in my ass most of the time. But when I'm with you, I feel as if I've found a reason for being, an' that's the very first time I've ever felt that way."
"So what are you asking me?" Dean's heart skipped a beat as a strange fluttering sensation spread outward from the pit of his stomach.
"I want you to be my mate . . . to be mine alone," Rowan breathed in a husky whisper, "Cause what's mine, I don't share with anyone."
Whatever Dean had thought Rowan might say, he never in a million years would have imagined it would've been that, and couldn't even begin to think of how to respond. It was hard enough dealing with the fact that he had sex with another man, and on a certain level he actually denied it had really happened. And although he reluctantly had to admit that Rowan was the best lover that he had ever had, at the moment, he didn't even want to consider the possibility of any sort of relationship with him.
"Rowan, I . . . ." Dean's voice trailed off, seeing the hurt already reflecting in the vampire's eyes.
"You know what, Dean, I don't want you to say anything." Rowan roughly pushed Dean off of him, and slowly made his way to his feet. "An' you don't have to worry about it cause I'll never ask you again. So you can jus' go on pretending like I mean nothing to you, an' I'll go on pretending like we're friends."
Feeling as if someone had just kicked him in the gut, Dean watched Rowan's retreat further away from him, and couldn't help but feel as though he had just made one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Yet, no matter how much he wanted to go after Rowan, he just wasn't sure he could make that kind of commitment to anyone.
