A/N: This is my first fanfic regarding Supernatural and the wonderful Winchester boys, add in that I'm not that well versed with the series, so please be gentle with me if I falter. (I'm working on it though; watching an episode here and there.) Hopefully I'll stick with this story, but being that at this present moment I've become a hardcore Wincest addict, I think it'll be fine. This is going to be fun.

NOTE: My version of vampire Dean is not like the series (by the way, I wrote this before I saw the new episode; coincidence?), because, quite frankly, I don't like the way they make their vampires (THE TEETH PART; I simply don't fancy it).

But why am I still yackin'? Read! (Oh yes, reviews are love!)

Warning: language, sexual themes and violence for later chapters

Summary: For 100 years, Dean, now alpha vampire of an infamous clan, had been altering himself every which way to achieve any sort of humanity he could grasp. And for years, Dean fit in and pretended he was the son and older brother of John and Sam Winchester. Now Sam is eighteen and a new hunter, and by some cruel irony he must make a choice: kill Dean or start a war. Wincest.

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Ch. 1: Fledgling Fuck Ups

"Sammy doesn't need to hear the music because Sam is the music," Dean whispered, his mouth practically smashed against Sam's ear. Sam growled and shouldered Dean away, but the idiot merely re-clung to his side. On any other occasion, Sam would've probably been overjoyed from how close Dean was (so Sam was a little clingy; fuck off), and he was half an hour ago, but the smell of weed on Dean's clothes in addition to his current dipshit nature shattered his patience. Dean was high and getting on Sam's nerves.

"Dean, please go away," Sam muttered, pushing Dean's face away with the palm of his hand. Sir Stupid whined loudly and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck childishly.

"But Sa-am! You don't need to listen to the music because—" he leaned in and whispered into his ear once more, "—you are the music,"

"I'm not listening to music, Dean," Sam snapped. "I'm trying to cook dinner for myself, but you're making it increasingly difficult for me to do that!" He slammed the kitchen knife he'd been using on the table for emphasis.

"Sam, no!" Dean suddenly screamed. Being that his mouth was still glued to Sam's ear, he successfully blasted Sam's eardrum.

"Fuck! Goddamn it, Dean, what, what the fuck is it now?" Sam yelled back, glaring viciously at Dean.

"Stupid, you nearly cut off your finger," Dean said calmly, abruptly acting as if sober. "Look, you even nicked it. I'll go get some Band-Aids."

Sam stared at him, dumbfounded. Dean's grin was wide and cocky enough to give the Cheshire cat a run for its money, plus he was holding back the urge to burst out laughing. Chuckling victoriously, Dean put one finger under Sam's hanging jaw and gently pushed it closed before departing the kitchen to the retrieve the box of Band-Aids. From where Sam stood he could still very clearly hear Dean's laughter. It sounded a bit odd, but Sam was too stunned to think properly, much less mull over the strange tone to his brother's laughter.

A few moments later Dean returned with a box of Teen Titans themed Band-Aids. "All we have left is Raven and Starfire. Which do you prefer?"

Dean's immaturity brought Sam back into reality, allowing him to finally glance down to find his left forefinger slowly seeping blood over the potato he was formerly dicing.

"Oh shit!" He cried, snatching his hand away.

"Which one, Raven or Starfire? Come on, Sam—"

"Raven!" He replied quickly, rushing to the sink and dousing it with water to clean it, not realizing that he turned the water to hot till it had warmed and become scalding. Crying out in surprise, he whipped his hand away. "Fuck!"

"You're hopeless," Dean interjected sharply. He grabbed his flailing brother's wrist and smoothly covered the small cut on his finger with a ready Raven Band-Aid. "There, better now?" He said, holding up Sam's hand for him to see, then, in a more teasing tone, added, "Or does Sammy need big brother Dean to kiss it?" He made a kissy face at Sam at this.

Sam's cheeks pinked slightly and he once again pushed Dean's face away with the palm of his hand to his jaw, though the action was far less forceful than before.

"Shut up, you dick." He muttered. He redirected his attention to the potatoes, which, sadly, were soiled by the small bit of Sam's blood that he'd unknowingly let drip onto it. "Dammit," he mumbled under his breath, sweeping the potatoes into the trash with an easy flick of his wrist.

"What were you making?" Dean asked curiously, leaning against the counter. Sam glanced up and brushed the hair out of his face, his hazel eyes glowering playfully at Dean.

"Well, I was going to fry up some potatoes for myself—nobody was eating them—but a certain high bastard decided that he'd pester me instead. Speaking of which, why the hell are you high? Also, why the fuck do we have Teen Titans Band-Aids?"

"To answer your first question, Gabriel was the one smoking weed, not me. I just smell like it, and I thought it'd be fun to mess with you. Which worked so beautifully might I add," he grinned wickedly at this comment, but the peculiar darker shade of his eyes and the rigid set of his shoulders presumed that there was something he wasn't telling Sam, who scowled at this but said nothing.

"I thought you hated Gabriel," Sam asked instead, pushing the previous thought to the back of his mind.

"Not really. He's kind of fun to hang out with actually," Dean said, "His commentary can be pretty fucking hilarious. Anyway, I digress; your second question is obvious. Of course we have Teen Titans Band-Aids! Teen Titans is the shit!"

"You're twenty-one, Dean,"

"So?"

"Teen Titans is a kid show. Hence, 'Teen Titans,'"

"And your point is…?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "You're such a little kid."

"How? Just because I like Teen Titans doesn't make me a kid!"

"One, you have Band-Aids themed by the show. Two, you sound like one." Sam smirked as Dean grumbled in defeat. Sam: 1, Dean: 0.

"What's all the ruckus about?" John asked, popping his head into the kitchen.

"Dad!" Sam exclaimed. "Aren't I getting my first case today? Come on, you promised! In fact, you said we'd do it on my birthday, which—might I add—was a week ago!"

"And you say I'm the kid," Dean chuckled under his breath, earning a look from Sam.

"So?" Sam asked energetically, glancing back at John with bright, excited eyes.

John scratched his head and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in thought before nodding slowly. "Yeah…I guess so,"

"Cool!"

"But," John quickly interrupted, "Things have been pretty calm lately, so I can't promise anything too exciting. However, I do happen to have a case,"

"Yes!" Sam cheered, grin wild and positively stunning, dimples and all. He looked like an adorable little kid, enough to make Dean laugh quietly under his breath at the irony. And to add a comic plus on the whole situation, Sam very rarely showed this much enthusiasm; it was quite a scene.

"Hey, I'm not finished. We don't know too much, but we've had some people gone missing, only two, a male and a female, both only fifteen or so. We don't know there connection yet, and I have some other business to do—it's nothing you're ready for, so don't bothering asking to tag along—so I'm leaving Dean to help you out. I know, I know, I'm the worst, but he's good. He won't get you killed if things suddenly get messy…hopefully,"

Dean rolled his eyes at this, but Sam was absolutely zealous. He was smiling even wider than ever, especially at the mentioning of Dean accompanying him instead of John. The whole idea was wonderful, and to add on having his first case being with Dean and only Dean? It was a dream come true.

"Naw, he's not that bad. I'm also rather confident in myself that I'll be fine, and if something did go wrong, he'd probably be the one getting himself killed, not me." Sam said cheerfully.

John laughed and Dean wrinkled his nose. "Oh shut up, ya brat!" Dean growled, hooking an arm around Sam's neck, locking him in for a noogie. Sam laughed and begged him to let go. He tried his best to push him off, which he could've very easily done if he hadn't been in such a high bliss.

"Alright you guys, calm down. It's getting late, and if you want to get an early start on the case you'd better get to bed." John said with a nod to Sam.

"Aw," Sam whined, "We can't start now?"

"Nope, now scat," John whistled sharply with a nod and a thumb in the direction of Sam's room.

"Whatever," Sam chirped. Nothing could kill his mood, not even having to wait. He snuck a glance at Dean before practically skipping off to bed. Who gave a shit if it looked like the gayest thing since Twilight? Bliss made you do funny things.

"Damn, he's not excited at all," Dean commented with a raise of his brow once Sam had left the room.

"Dean," John said, his tone causing Dean to stiffen. "Be careful with the kid; knowing you, you'll want to just dive in, but even though he's good at training, you have to set a good example. Okay?"

Dean relaxed and nodded. "Yeah, I've got it."

"Good. You're doing me a huge favor, kid, thanks," John said with a soft smile, clapping his hand onto Dean's shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze before turning to leave the room. Stopping at the doorway, he looked over his shoulder and added, "I'll be out late tonight. As I said, some kids have gone missing, and I have a feeling it has to do with a vampire. G'night." And with that, John left, shutting the front door gently behind him.

"Shit," Dean hissed quietly under his breath. He'd grown careless. He waited about a half an hour to make sure John was gone and Sam was asleep before whipping out his phone and quickly dialing up Gabriel. It rung twice before he finally answered. "Hello?"

"Goddamn it, Gabriel! Did you know about the murders of those two kids? If it does happen to be a vampire, we'll be in some serious shit!" Dean whispered angrily, his hand sifting through his short hair in aggravation. This was not good.

One hundred years ago Dean was changed into a vampire, and now a century later, he was at the top of his game: a member of an extremely expansive and very famous vampire gang that's range covered all of America, Canada, Puerto Rico, and even a little bit in South America and Mexico, and he sat at the top of it all as the alpha. He was infamous; with a wave of his hand he could bring thousands—no, millions to their knees. Though by a Roman Empire example, it was evident he could not control it all on his own, and had multiple subordinates. Gabriel, an angel that found great interest in vampires, served as his right hand man and one of his closest friends despite their messy first impression.

"Calm down, De. Don't get mad, but it was a vampire,"

"Goddamn it, Gabriel!" Dean snapped, forcing himself to keep his voice low.

"Hey, hey, hey, cool off bro! I've got this covered. The kid was a fledgling, a newbie. I don't know who it is exactly for that reason, though I do know that much. I've got everything under control, De, okay?"

"No, Gabriel, you don't fucking get it. At eighteen, a hunter is assigned his first case, and Sam's eighteenth birthday just passed. Now, Gabriel, what case do you think Sam was assigned?"

"Ooh, ouch! That sucks hard, man. Ha ha, vampire pun,"

"Dammit, Gabriel, you are not helping."

"God, cool your tits bro. I've been searching all night anyway. Unbeknownst to you, I don't particularly enjoy having my shit mix up with you hunters. I've been on this case as soon as word broke loose; the hunters are already involved, and I want them out of my life as soon as I can. You guys are a fucking hassle."

"Thank you for the compliment Gabriel. Good thing though, John's busy so I have to help the kid with the case. Hopefully we'll get it over with before things get too irksome,"

"Good. Hey, you don't sound stoned anymore. What, did you see Sammy boy jerkin' off and sobered up on the spot?" Gabriel cackled wildly at his own joke, but Dean wasn't the least bit amused.

"No, he cut his finger. I nearly jumped him, you fucking dick," Dean snarled, snapping the phone closed before Gabriel could reply. Pocketing the device, Dean ran both of his hands through his hair and gave a long, jaded sigh. It was going to be a very long night and tomorrow didn't look too promising.

But at least the image of Sam jerking off made him feel a bit better.

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A/N: Woop! First chapter, done! IMPORTANT: I don't have a constant access to the internet, so my posts will likely be spaced. I'm going to try to update as much as possible, but I'm just warning you guys. (I do have the second chapter completed though, so you'll get two at once!) Oh yes, and I am a diehard Teen Titans fan, of course I'd fit them in if enabled!

Remember, review is love! I also REALLY want to get a scoop on how I've done, such as if I'm diving into it far to quickly. But on a side note, is it wrong that I made Gabriel and Dean friends? There humor kind of sounds similar, just a bit. Well, the infantile part of it, at least. Bluh, I don't know. Please, please, pleeeeaaase review! It's like finding a big basket of Baby Ruths at my doorstep, and I really love that shiz!

Till later!

-Beefie