Chapter Two

By the time Dean reached the car, Rowan was already sitting in the passenger's seat waiting for him. The older vampire didn't even bother to look in Dean's direction as he slid behind the wheel, started the engine and pulled back out onto the road. Several times Dean opened his mouth to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything that would make the situation any better, so thought it better to remain quiet.

In utter silence, they drove to the nearest town, and found a motel to stay at for the night. Rowan practically leapt out of the Porsche the moment in came to a halt, and rushed inside to get them a room while Dean gathered their gear from the trunk. Within a few minutes, Rowan exited the motel office, headed back to where Dean was standing and tossed him a room key. Then without waiting for him, the vampire trudged toward the nearest room, unlocked the door and went inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Somewhat perplexed by his friend's odd behavior, Dean followed him, but found that the door was locked. Now even more confused, Dean tried to unlock the door but found that the key Rowan had thrown to him didn't fit the lock. Dean glanced down at the key chain and swore under his breath when he saw the number nine embossed in gold on it. Slack-jawed, he stared at the number ten on Rowan's door, and cursed again when he realized that the vampire had rented them separate rooms.

"Damn it, Rowan, let me in." Dean fisted his hand and pounded repeatedly on the door. An awkward smile flitted across his features as a young man from the next room over opened his door and stood there staring at him. "My . . . ummm . . . cousin locked me locked me out of my room."

"Well, maybe you an' your cousin should remember that it's nearly midnight, an' some people are tryin' to get some sleep," the younger man said. The cynical tone of his voice and look on his chubby face, made it very clear that he didn't believe for a moment that Rowan was really Dean's cousin.

"An' maybe you should mind your own freakin' business before I really make you wish you had. Understand?" Dean's eyes flashed an intense shade of green as he glared at the younger man, and heard the instant that his heartbeat quickened.

The dark-haired man quickly went back inside his room and shut the door before Dean could make good on his threat. With him gone, Dean went to knock on Rowan's door again, but never got the chance as the vampire flung it wide open. Whatever Dean was going to say died on his lips as his hungry gaze traveled down the length of Rowan's muscular body. Clad in only a pair of dark blue silk boxers that revealed the slightest hint of the tribal tattoo that rimmed his lower abdomen, Rowan stood glaring at Dean.

"What the hell do you want, Dean?" Rowan hissed through clenched teeth. "I was just getting ready to take a shower."

"Why'd you get us separate rooms?" Dean mumbled, dragging his gaze away from the scrolling tattoo to focus on Rowan's face.

"Thought it was pretty damn obvious, Dean," Rowan replied as he moved to crowd the doorway so that Dean couldn't enter. "I made a promise that I would help you keep Joshua safe, but that doesn't mean I have to share my room with you."

"Just let me in so we can talk." Dean glanced back over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them, and then retrained his sights on the vampire. When Rowan made no attempt to move and allow him to enter the room, he added, "Look, I'm sorry about your car."

"That's just great, Dean." Heaving an irritated groan, Rowan rolled his eyes as he hitched a thumb over his shoulder toward the bathroom. "Glad you cleared your conscience, now can I go an' take a shower?"

"So you're not gonna let me in?" Dean asked when Rowan still failed to move from where he was standing.

"What part of me gettin' you your own room, weren't you understanding?" he said as he gestured toward the key in Dean's hand. "We're not friends, Dean, so stop pretending like we are."

"Why are you bein' so freakin' stupid about this?" Dean threw down his gear, and took a step closer to the vampire, coming face to face with him. Breathing in the heady, spicy scent of Rowan's Obsession for Men cologne, Dean's felt a strange tingling sensation spread outward from the pit of his stomach, and pressed himself even closer to the vampire in response.

"Um, personal space, Dean." Rowan smirked as he roughly pushed Dean away, and took a few backward steps himself.

Seizing the opportunity, Dean quickly snatched up his gear and barged into the motel room, closing the door behind him before Rowan could push him back outside. With a low growl, Rowan turned his back on Dean and stalked toward the bathroom.

"Sonuvabitch." Rushing after the Rowan, Dean flung his duffel onto the floor as he slammed into the elder vampire. Wrestling Rowan to the ground, Dean rolled and leapt onto his friend's muscular chest, pinning his arms out to the side. "Damn it, I'm not about to let you walk away from me again."

"Get the hell off of me," Rowan breathed in a low ominous warning, as he tried his damnedest to buck Dean off his chest.

Leaning in, Dean brushed his face against the side of the vampire's cheek as he softly whispered, "Don't fight me, Rowan . . . please, don't fight me."

Rowan squeezed his eyelids shut against the sight of desire filling Dean's green eyes. His breath caught in his throat as undeniable heat spread throughout his entire body, the weight of his own desire, impossible to deny. "It's not gonna happen, Dean, so you might as well get off me."

"If you can look me in the eye, an' tell me you don't want me as much as I want you at the moment, then I swear I'll leave," Dean challenged as he tightened his hold on Rowan's wrists. "But if you can't, then we are finishing what we started in that field."

The vampire squirmed beneath Dean; heightening his arousal to such a point, he feared that he might be able to control himself. Moving his hips suggestively against Rowan's, Dean then lowered his head and lightly brushed his lips across the dark-haired vampire's lips. Dean trailed his tongue down the length of Rowan's neck, and sunk his fangs into the side of his throat, eliciting a lusty moan from Rowan as he slowly licked away the blood from around the puncture wounds.

"Don't do this to me, Dean," Rowan begged in a hoarse whisper. "I told you I --" Whatever he was going to say was lost as Dean captured his mouth in a crushing kiss.

Rowan fought against him for all of about two seconds before returning the kiss with such intense hunger that Dean knew that he had won the battle. Dean's hand slid into the vampire's unruly hair as he drew him deeper into the kiss, his tongue fighting Rowan's for supremacy.

As the kiss ended, Rowan thrust his hips upward, bucking Dean off of him, and quickly straddled him. Leaning forward, the vampire pinned Dean's arms above his head. "I'm pretty sure I told you no, Dean," he breathed with lips hovering just above Dean's, the warmth of his breath against Dean's face sending a shiver down the length of his spine.

"You were actually serious about that? I thought you were just playing hard to get." Lifting his head off the ground, Dean tried to kiss him again, but Rowan moved just out of reach as a smirking grin curled on his lips.

"Um, I am hard to get, but so definitely worth the struggle."

"I'd have to agree with you there," Dean murmured as he recalled the intense feelings Rowan aroused in him while they showered together.

"Then I guess it must really suck to be you," Rowan's grin faded, replaced with a scowl as he further added, "Cause I want you to get your ass up an' get the hell out of my room before I kick your ass."

"You can't be serious?"

"Are you mine, Dean?" Quirking a brow, Rowan stared intently into his eyes as he lowered his lips to Dean's. "It's a simple question, an' it's one I need to know the answer to." he added, and then ran the tip of his tongue along Dean's lower lip.

For as much as Dean would have loved to say yes at that moment, the thought of Sam stopped him dead in his tracks. Although he was fairly certain that his little brother would come to accept the fact that he was in love with another man, he highly doubted that Sam would be so understanding if he found out that other man happened to be a vampire. Not to mention that Rowan was the very first vampire and was solely responsible for the entire race of blood-sucking killers coming into existence. Being a hunter, there was just no way that Sam would be able to look beyond that fact to see that Rowan was not like other vampires.

"I just can't," Dean managed to choke out, not quite able to meet Rowan's gaze.

With a subtle nod, Rowan released his hold on Dean's wrists and slowly got to his feet. Nudging his head toward the door, he cleared his throat and uttered, "Then I suggest that you go out to a bar, get drunk off your ass an' go home with the first available woman you find."

"Rowan, you don't understand," Dean tried to explain as he quickly got to his feet and followed his friend to the door.

"Think I understand better than you think," he said as he held the door open for Dean. "I'm a guy who just happens to be a vampire, an' how would you ever even hope to explain that to Sam." He heaved a weary sigh as he looked to Dean and then lowered his head. "Believe me, I get it, Dean. It wasn't exactly the proudest moment of my life when I realized I was in love with a hunter either. Not exactly the kinda thing I can brag about to other vamps. They tended to sort of frown on that kind of thing."

Dean opened his mouth to argue, but then snapped it shut, knowing that Rowan was giving him an easy out. Without saying another word, Dean trudged out the door, intent on doing exactly as the older vampire had suggested.

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So, tell me what you think. Are Rowan and Dean a good couple? Should they get together or not? Am I doing okay writing them, please let me know if I'm doing this slash stuff right, please. Beth