I plan on maybe writing a full story on this. I'm not sure. It's a big maybe right now.
Dean watches as the human slices the head off another vampire, the body falling in a heap and the head rolling away on purgatory's floor. The human was quite the fighter Dean had to admit. Killing with speed and merciless, no wonder he survived so long in the land of monsters. He almost was one.
When a body throws itself on the man and pins him to the ground, that's when Dean decides it's time to join the fight. The fangs and the natural vampire in him take over. He streaks from his spot in the trees and throws himself on the one who knocked down the human, rolling the adversary. With a last glance at the attacker, Dean knows the face but he doesn't feel any pity nor does he take mercy. He wanted to gain the trust of the human and this was the first step. He finishes his past ally with a quick decapitation.
The vampire gazes up from the kill, fangs glinting in the partial light. The stone expression on the human's face falters for just a second as he comes to a realization of what just happened. He was just saved by a thing he usually kills. The monster steps away from the corpse and looks the man in the eyes, smirk forming on the tanned face. "What? No thanks for saving your ass?"
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"So what's your name", Benny asks. The vampire hasn't said much since they've made their agreement but he can see the he's relaxed some instead of constantly glaring over his shoulder every two minutes. Clearly he's heard about Benny's legacy. "Dean Winchester. You?" "The name's Benny Lafitte. Thanks for askin'", Benny answers, rolling his eyes.
Thump. Thump. Crack. Thump. Thump. Snap. The vampire stops, nearly causing a collision. "Werewolves. Can't tell how many but there's more than one", Dean rumbles, casting his head around to get a better sense of where the werewolves are coming from. Benny lines up with Dean almost like it was an instinct. Back to back, they watch as the pack of four steps out and surround them. "This is goin' to be one hell of fight, brother," Benny mutters gravely. "Yeah you're telling me", Dean retorts. Benny could tell by the way his voice was subdued he already had his fangs out and was ready for a bloody one.
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One night away from the clearing, they have already formed a decent relationship. As in decent as right now Benny was pinned to a tree and Dean was on his knees in front of the hunter, kissing down his shaft and licking at the slit. Benny's southern accent is thick as he groans, "Dean. Please-I-I need…" Dean takes only the head of his cock at first and gently nips. Benny never thought he would end up in a situation such as this nor has he ever thought the touch of vampire fangs would be in any way erotic to him, but it gets him somewhere so he goes with it. Dean slowly takes Benny all the way in, just barely grazing his teeth over the skin and swallows. Benny bites his tongue till there's blood to stop from yelling Dean's name. He digs his fingers into the tree's soft bark and lands one hand on top of Dean's head, grabbing a fistful of short, sharp, oily hairs.
Dean's fangs slip away as Benny roughly thrusts into his mouth. The vampire's hands land on either of the hunter's hips and pushes him back against the bark. "Nah-uh", Dean snarls, puling his mouth off the cock and revealing the sharp spikes again, "You listen to me and do as I say. You'll just have to pay me back in a little."
