Chapter 1

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If someone told him a few years ago that going to hunt down and kill a suspected gang of vampires would be relaxing he would've shot them in the foot. Now with Hell behind him and the prospect of the Holy Apocalypse in front of him it was practically a vacation to do something not involving angels or demons. Just him, Sam and a pack of blood sucking soon to be dead vamps.

Bobby had set them up with the hunt, giving them a call out to a city no more than three hours drive from Sioux Falls. The hunt was great, another generic motel, an ignorant police force. Really it was enough to put a decent smile on Dean's face.

"What is up with you Dean? Not that I'm complaining but you're looking far too cheerful, should I be worried?" Sam asked with a smile to mirror his own.

"What's wrong with enjoying a good old fashioned hunt?" Dean replied "A stakeout in the Impala with my brother by my side and a pack of vampires to take out. What's not to love?" he said as he stretched out properly.

"You have a seriously messed up idea of fun" Sam laughed at his brother before frowning "though it's easy for you to relax at a stakeout, you're short enough to sit comfortably".

Dean turned his head and raised his eyebrow; "You know if you're bored you could always go get us something to eat? I'm sure I saw a gas station down the road somewhere?" He asked innocently. "Besides I don't think anything's going to happen here tonight. It's almost morning"

Sam rolled his eyes "Only because I'm starving too" he said as he opened the door.

Dean snorted "Good luck out there"

Sam was outside the car when he replied "I'll be on the lookout for the terror of high gas prices. I'll be back in a minute" He said as he closed the door.

"Smartass" Dean called as Sam left.

Dean relaxed back into his seat. He was relaxed but aware; there had been no sign of activity inside the warehouse they were watching and it was unlikely that vampires would be hunting this close to sunrise.

Sams research and the information they had gathered from the victims homes had lead them to this abandoned looking building deep in the towns quiet industrial area. They had tracked the victims shared histories of arrest and their lack of money to a bail loan company. A little digging in the town records and here they were sitting outside the supposed office space of a company who's customers mysteriously disappeared before turning up drained of blood.

If there was one thing that put a kink in Dean's hunt it was that while the investigation came together easily enough, it seemed like the vamps were putting together a company just for the reason of luring victims in. It all seemed a bit complicated for a pack of blood thirsty monsters. Maybe they were wrong and it was just a coincidence?

Even so he kept a wary eye out as he half hoped for an uneventful night.

It was not his lucky night.

Keeping his movements limited Dean pulled out his phone and dialled Sam's number. The phone rang as a group of four walked on the opposite side of the road from the Impala; towards the building. The first rays of sun were coming up but even in the dark Dean could see the struggles of a woman held between two tall men. A second woman, tall, blond and beautiful walked like world was hers in front of the other three.

Cursing when Sam didn't pick up Dean collected his weapons and stashed them on himself. Leaving a quick voicemail Dean steeled himself to go in alone. Sam would catch up, Dean could handle three vampires by himself. He had to get the woman away from them. The group had already entered the building and Dean was intent to follow.

Cursing his lack of backup he eased open the front door. Going up against three vamps meant he needed all the advantages he could get, so stealth first, brute force a quick second.

Gripping the handle of his machete he slipped through the entrance into a dimly lit room. A quick glance told him that it was clear and he moved forward towards the door leading off what appeared to be a dusty and abandoned receptionist area.

The next door was already open. He quietly moved: the dark sending adrenaline pumping through his body. Breathing barely a whisper he made his way into the next room.

It was dark for a moment, his eyes sliding over the shadowy features of a room he couldn't see. He made to reach for a light switch before the room was lit with no clear source.

His back against the wall he tried to identify where the unnatural light was coming from and realized that the whole room was impossible. He may not have memorised blue prints but he knew that there was no way the room could stretch out that far back on the industrial street. That and the giant tree growing out of the concrete with the three people standing around it just gave him the creeps.

The woman was tied up, lying on the roots of the tree, still struggling. Not too late then.

Two of the vamps looked up, the other just kept his gaze on the tree.

"Dean Winchester"

Dean looked at the tall, blonde woman who had spoken; she was looking at him with both surprise and a little bit of amusement. Dean felt a sinking feeling; most of the things he hunted who knew him weren't amused to see him. She was holding a long whip between her fingers, twisting it around her palm to make a fist around it.

"If you know who I am then you know what I'm here to do." Dean said as he moved forward.

"Taranis" The woman nodded in assent to the man standing next to her. "Gently though".

The broad shouldered man with way too much hair grinned and moved with a manic unrestrained air. Laughing he lifted his arms towards the roof and the room flashed. For a moment Dean could have sworn that the branches of the tree reached through the roof. Like the roof wasn't even there. He didn't have long to falter because the flash was accompanied by a bang and he found himself on his back. His knife had been flung away and his eyes were desperately trying to adjust back to the soft light of the normal room.

Whatever just happened he knew one thing; these guys weren't vampires.

Not wanting to be lying defenseless around the creeps Dean struggled to his feet, frantically blinking away the last of the spots.

The woman lying bound on the base of the tree was sobbing now and Dean was really starting to want Sam to show up right about now.

"How fortuitous for us that you were dropped right into our laps." The woman was speaking again. "Really fate has been kind to us don't you think brothers?" She asked as she leant against the tree.

"Shall we not just kill him now Esus?" Taranis replied, Dean tensed as he watched the twitching hands of the hulking man.

Esus moved away from the tree with a languid walk, she tugged on the beard of her fellow and seemed replied fondly "And just let those little idiots bring him back to life?" A second more violent tug " If you don't have anything smart to say why don't you just let me do the talking?"

The room seemed to echo with a faint rumble before Taranis tore himself free and huffed angrily.

Dean met eyes with the woman on the floor. The confusion and the pleading, the fear, was more than enough to push him into action.

"Listen, I don't know who you are or what you want with me but let me tell you, you're not getting anything from me unless you let her go" Dean said as he moved forward again.

He was close enough to Esus that he could see her perfectly shaped eyebrows once against rise in surprise.

"Honestly Dean, I had forgotten about her. You make a far more interesting reward". She tilted her head condescendingly "And do you really think you could give us anything that we couldn't just take from you without your will?" Esus gave a little smile.

"Kill her Toutatis"

Dean scowled and reached into his jacket for his second knife, moving to rush the silent man before he could reach the bound woman. Toutatis didn't even blink but Dean never reached him. The sting of the whip around his arm and the strength the bearer possessed had him overbalancing; twisting uncomfortably to his side to stop from falling.

He quickly transferred the knife to his other hand and made to cut the leather but his knife simply slipped off it. Struggling against the pull was useless against Esus. After a moment of frenzied pulling the fact that Toutatis still hadn't moved had both Esus and Dean pause.

"What are you doing? Kill her!"

Toutatis looked up mournfully, "The rituals?"

Esus made a noise of frustration as she released the whip and hit Dean on the sternum with the flat of her palm with enough force to both wind him and send him flying.

"I have to do everything around here." Dean heard as he struggled for breath on the floor.

The next thing he heard was the unmistakable and sickening sound of breaking bone.

"Screw you" He spat out as he lifted himself off the floor once more. He turned back towards the three threats. He glared at Esus as she stood above the woman whose head was facing at an unnatural angle, he didn't even know her name.

"What the hell do you want?" He questioned voice rough with anger.

Taranis stood crackling with energy and a savage eagerness, Toutatis simply stood; his face an empty mask, Esus however staked forward with a predatory smile.

"What do we want?" She laughed, "We are the triad that used to have power, used to be more than myth and used to be more than story. People would voluntarily give up their lives for us, they would worship us and spill blood for us" She was close enough now that Dean could see the anger in her dark eyes. "We want it back and that is never going to happen if –you – still – exist" She emphasized each word with a finger poke to Deans chest.

"The angels and the demons and their ridiculous war are going to take away everything! And the only way to stop them is to stop you" She paused, "No. No stopping you is impossible here, you cannot be killed on our battlefield."

She gestured the others forwards and Dean took an involuntary step back. The look on her face told him he should probably be running right now. The sudden but bruising grip on his already sore wrist made him grit his teeth as the knife dropped from his hand.

"We may not have the strength of our past but we are still gods are we not? People will remember our names forever, let us remind them why!"

She finished her sentence with a roar, unnaturally loud with a force that pushed Dean to his knees. Ears ringing he moved to grip his head in an instinctive response to fend off the growing pressure. His right wrist still in the unmovable grip of Esus he was forced to the ground.

"Goodbye Dean" The god whispered against his ear as she pushed, and pushed him, pushed him through the ground and out of reality.

Meh weird start. I just really love obscure gods (these guys are a bit odd, after researching how people actually got sacrificed to these guys I think random woman would be relieved with a nice broken neck).

-Anyway.