Dean was sitting in a bar stool across from Sam. They were working on yet another case. Ever since Eve had escaped from Purgatory things had been weird. In fact on this case they were chasing a den of vampires that seemed to be able to go out in the sunlight. Rumour had it that they're immune to dead man's blood. The rules didn't seem to apply to them.

Still Dean was perfectly happy as he chowed down on a bacon cheeseburger.

"That's just gross," Sam said.

"What? I have a hearty appetite, they make my tummy happy," Dean said with a grin as he rubbed his belly.

"So anyways," Sam said clearly annoyed. "Are you ready to actually pay attention now?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said in a bored tone. "Case, vampires, ya da ya da. . . Ooh."

Dean had been distracted by a beautiful woman who was walking by their table and grinning at him. He was checking her out when he noticed someone behind her.

It wasn't a hot woman, it was a man. Sure his pale skin, dark hair, piercing eyes, and leather jacket might be quite attractive, but that wasn't what had caught Dean's attention. In Dean's mind that would just make him competition.

No, it was the fact that he was staring directly at them, like he was trying to see into his mind for answers.

Dean furrowed his brow as he stared back, the other man didn't seem embarrassed of being caught. He took a swig of his drink, then smirked at him.

"Looks like somebody has an admirer," Sam commented.

"Shut up Sammy," Dean said turning back to his brother. "He's probably looking at someone else."

"Right," Sam said sarcastically.

Dean let his gaze look back, hoping to find some evidence that the man wasn't looking at him.

He was pleased when he saw the man talking to a woman on the bar stool next to him, that is until he pointed towards Dean and the woman got up. She slowly walked over to Sam and Dean's table seeming to be in a daze.

She turned to Dean and said, "Damon has a message for you. He says that you're no competition for him and that it would be best if you hunters left town now."

Sam and Dean exchanged a concerned look.

"But if you want a fight then the short one- it's Dean right? Dean should meet him in the back alley. He doesn't want you," She said turning to Sam. "to go. He wants a fair one on one fight."

The woman then seemed to snap back to normal. She shook her head a little, then wandered off confused.

"Do you think she was a . . ?" Sam trailed off.

"I don't know, not really," Dean responded. "But that's the only thing that would make any sense."

Dean looked over to see the man, Damon, sitting at the bar waving at him with a smug look. Suddenly Dean noticed something shiny hanging from the other man's index finger.

The older Winchester quickly patted down his pockets.

"Dean we should do some more research and come back," Sam was saying. "I mean we don't even know if we can kill these, for all we know this is some kind of new species that's just similar to vampires."

"He has the keys to the Impala, Sammy," Dean said angrily. "Screw coming back later, I'm going to go kill the bastard."

He chanced a look back to the bar stool to find it empty, Damon was waiting for him outside.

"I'm going with you," Sam told him.

"No, you're not," Dean said through gritted teeth. "You heard him, he wants a one on one fight. And I'm going to give him it so that he doesn't mess with my baby. You wait here."

Sam sighed, "I don't think-"

"Good, don't think," Dean said. "Just sit."

Dean walked outside and into the alley, there was a rustling behind him and he turned around to see Damon smirking in the shadow.

"Took you long enough," Damon said exaggeratedly.

"Hand the keys over and no one has to get hurt," Dean threatened.

Damon dashed past Dean and sat on a dumpster.

"That's not how it's going to work," Damon said cockily. "See you're a hunter, I'm a vampire. I kill people, you aren't just going to leave me alive. I think that you're just scared because I'm not like your usual everyday weakling vampire, I'm better."

"So it's true that you can go out in the sun?" Dean asked.

"Yup, thanks to this dandy ring. And I can do a lot more than that, but this isn't Q & A time," Damon said with an eye-roll.

"Where's the rest of your den?" Dean asked.

"What did I just say?" Damon asked. "But you're just a human. You're slow."

Damon dashed so that he was standing on the opposite side of Dean. To Dean's eyes he had seemed to vanish. Damon whistled and Dean turned around to see him.

"So I'll give you one more answer," Damon said. "I don't have a 'den', I don't need anyone else, I fly solo."

Dean pulled his machete out of his jacket, sick of the small talk.

Damon clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Tssk, tssk. That's not going to do the job. I believe your looking for something a little more wooden." With that Damon pelvic-thrusted suggestively.

"Cocky, a vampire, and a faggot?" Dean asked critically.

"So I'm a teensy bit bi," Damon said holding his fingers close together in the universal signal of just a little bit. "Sue me."

Dean lunged for Damon's throat. Not trusting his advice on what would and wouldn't kill him.

"Stop." Damon commanded, his pupils seemed to dilate as he said it.

Dean was shocked when he stopped moving, he struggled, but he still couldn't move.

"That's better," Damon said.

"What the hell did you just do?" Dean asked in a panicked tone.

"I compelled you. Cool, isn't it?" Damon asked, then his pupils began to dilate again. "And now we're going back to my place. You want to go, right?"

Dean nodded his head unwillingly.

Sam walked outside at just that moment and was about to charge Damon, when the vampire turned towards him.

"Don't," He compelled Sam. "You are going to leave this bar and go back to your hotel. You're going to forget about everything that happened since you entered the bar. All that you'll remember is Dean going home with another blonde bimbo."

Sam turned around and left.

A few minutes later Damon and Dean were at 'Damon's place'. It was a rich elderly woman's house, Damon had compelled her to let him stay there. And to stay out of his business.

They were standing in the middle of the living room when Damon looked into Dean's eyes.

His pupils dilated once again as he said, "When I kiss you all of the compulsions I used on you outside the bar will wear off."

Dean gave him a confused look and Damon just leaned in to kiss him.

A/N: Please review if you'd like me to continue! Thanks for reading. This is probably going to be relatively short and only have a chapter or two more. Although I was expecting it to be a one-shot originally and whenever I think a fanfiction will be short lately it isn't, so who knows . . . Anyways I hope you guys will come back for next chapter! :D