Hi, how is everybody? Enjoying the start of the New Year? Well here is another chap that will hopefully kick start the year for some of you. Thanks to anyone who read/reviewed/faved or followed the last chaps. It gives me the boost and push to write that I need. This chap actually came to me through a very vivid dream. I almost cried when I realized that Dean wasn't near me. Anyways, anyone looking for Sam will have to wait this is all about the vamps.

The Frant Residence

Blink. The high ceiling with wooden pillars was coming into focus. Blink. The light brown walls and wooden door were coming into focus. Blink. I'm on a bed, in a room with no shirt on. Scratch that. No shirt, no socks, no shoes and who's the hell are these pants?

Waking up in a strange room that he didn't remember being in before was usual for Dean. Waking up with barely any clothes on and someone else's grey sweat pants on was not.

Looking down at himself he took in the damage to his body. There was a bandage wrapped around his leg where the bear trap used to be. Glad that's out. His torso was covered in faded scratches huh, didn't realize I'd scratched myself but oh well that's healed. He couldn't see any more damage to his legs because of the pants, I miss my jeans, and at least they fit. His head hurt a little from all the drugs and the fact that he could hear every little noise that was made hopefully I'll get used to that soon or I may just have to rip my ears off, but knowing my luck they would grow back more enhanced.

In the rooms in the rest of the house he could hear the other vampires. They all seemed to be sitting watching the T.V. They were either oblivious to the fact that Dean was awake or just didn't care, after all they had left him un-chained and now clear-headed. Well if they wanted to believe he wasn't a threat, he was going to act like he wasn't a threat and then I'll gladly rip their heads off with my bare hands.

Standing on his own two feet felt weird when so far he had been dragged or carried to any destination, minus the part where he had legged it through the woods. He could put weight on his injured leg since it was healing but he didn't want to put too much pressure on it so he would have to be careful when strutting through the house acting like he owned the place so that he wouldn't end up face planting the floor and ruining the image.

Boris was sitting on his couch, snuggled up to his wife with all his kids surrounding him. Well almost all his kids Dean was still sleeping off the drugs. Well that's what he thought until Dean strutted into the room and headed straight to the fridge, without a care in the world and without looking at anyone. But all eyes were on him.

Alice knew he was something when they had dragged him through the door and undressed him, changed his pants and sorted his injuries but when he walked in from the bedroom to the fridge with such fluidity that you would think he was part feline she could only smile wider. He was perfect for the family and with those looks could surely lure in food if they ran out of blood bags.

"Do you have anything in this house that isn't blood?" Dean said turning to smirk at Boris as he closed the fridge door and leaned over the counter of the island in the kitchen that faced the living room that his family were sitting in.

"Try the other fridge or the cupboard above it for food, but don't you think you should have some blood?" Boris replied not taking his eyes off Dean so he could watch every reaction of his son.

Dean went to the cupboard and grabbed a bag of chilly flavoured Doritos before sitting down on the end of the chair that Evie was sitting on and offering them around before answering. "I may need blood but I'm not having that stuff. It's disgusting"

"How do you know you've never had any?" Boris exclaimed slightly freaked by the 180 degrees turn of Deans' behaviour. Dean just pointed to his nose and then exclaimed that "it's in a fridge, cold blood, EW, you might as well just give me dead's man blood again" which earned him a nod from Kiki and all the others to hiss at the DMB mention. But Dean didn't seem to notice he just went back to eating his Doritos and started watching the T.V acting oblivious to the very obvious fact that Evie was practically eating him up with her eyes.

Boris couldn't work out what kind of game Dean was playing, where was the feisty hunter he thought he would have to tie down to tame. He only hadn't tied Dean to the bed was because Alice wouldn't allow it since he was injured from a man-made object. Was his blood the reason why Dean didn't want the cold blood? He admitted that it didn't smell too good but tasted alright and it would quench the thirst that he knew his son would have. Was Dean trying to starve himself so that he would die because that wouldn't work? It would just make him savage. Boris settled on the fact that Dean must think if he didn't drink he wasn't a vampire, oh well Boris would just have to change that.

Boris walked out the room and down into the basement, where a heater the size of a bank vault was kept. Inside it held shelves and shelves of warm blood. They usually only used this when they were short of blood or in emergencies when only warm human blood would help. He guessed this was an emergency. He picked up two bags. Just in case Dean decided to return to hunter and slash it.

Dean was pleased with himself, a fridge full of blood and he hadn't touched it. It didn't smell too bad but he didn't want it. He wanted Doritos and he was now finished with them and still watching the T.V and not the female vamps ogling him and the males watching him warily in case he attacked them. No one seemed to notice but him and Kristen who was apparently called Kiki now, if they tried to re-name him they will have a foot up their arse that Boris had left with a sly smile on his face.

From the corner of his eyes he could see the same sly smile was on Boris's face when he turned the corner after climbing up some stairs. But Dean couldn't focus on that though his head whipped around to face him the same time he smelt it. Warm blood. He could sense the rest of the room get tense but he was more focused on the fact that Boris was kneeling in front of him now with his hand on his knee which normally he would have to hold in a growl and the urge to rip off the arm but not today, he was too focused on the blood.

He was sitting rigid on the chair arm. Staring at the bag. He felt Evie move and then Boris took her place and put his hand around Dean's shoulder as he whispered "its okay, you can have it, don't fight it" while he pushed the warm bag into Dean's hand. For once in his life Dean didn't fight it. He just ripped the seal off the top of the bag and bit into it will his new teeth. He was partly aware that the hand on his shoulder had now moved to his hair.

The pain relief was instant. The blood flowed down his throat and healed the pain. The change in his deadly pale skin was instant. The blood gave a look of life to his body; the faded scratches became nearly non-existent, you could only see if you looked closely. His past scars from hunting became even less visible too. The dark circles under his eyes disappeared and even his hair looked lighter as Boris threads his hands through it. The other vamps could only watch in amazement as Dean Winchester finally looked like his glorified self. He even had a slight tan compared to the others.

Dean couldn't get enough of the taste. To anyone else he probably looked savage but the creatures in the room couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was natural for Dean to be like that, this was his first proper feed.

He was about ¾ of the way through the bag when his position got shifted. Boris had moved his hand from Dean's hair and around his waist and pulled Dean down until he was sitting on his lap. Dean let out an angry growl. "Don't worry child, I'm not going to take it from you. I gave it to you remember" Boris soothed as he started rub circles into Deans back as he ate. Although Dean had growled he wasn't really aware that he was now sitting on Boris' lap. So when he finished and sheepishly put the bag down to find he was where he was he tried to move, quickly.

"Easy, easy, here have another bag" Dean looked at it with need and was about to except when a new better smell hit his nose. He whipped his head round so fast he was quite surprised that he didn't have whiplash.

He wasn't the only one who had noticed the delicious smell though. Kiki was lying across one of the three couches her head resting on Alice's lap and what the hell was up with the mommy/daddy fangs placing their kids on their laps. When she saw Dean's head whip around and his nose twitch, an instinct inside her told her to sniff and she wasn't disappointed. She stood up quickly. Fangs descended and she took in the delicious smell of the human walking up the path towards their door.

George Frant was the owner of the house that the vampires were living in. 7 years ago he watched his abusive brother get killed by a creature of the night. It was just about to kill him too, the man with the pointy teeth and starved look when its head rolled off its neck. Some guy by the name Rufus told him that the creature who killed his horrid brother was a vampire and it wouldn't be hurting anyone now.

George was an estate agent manger and founder so easily packed up and left. From then on he got fascinated by vampires. When a woman was killed in his town he found the trail and met up with a young girl called Evie who was standing over a dead body, one of her kills. She would have probably killed George too if he hadn't looked so damn happy to see her.

From that encounter he kept meeting up with Evie until one day she introduced him to her family and Boris said they needed a house so they could hide from hunters and the public. Over the years George has kept their secret and gave them houses with acceptable rent rates. The house in the middle of the woods with 6 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms wasn't getting any attention it deserved so George bought it himself and gave it to the vampires who in return changed their surname to Frant as a mark of respect and gratitude. George was never threatened and was a human member of their family. Every time they returned to the house he would come visit. He had cameras that showed when a car arrived and when the lights in the house got turned on so he knew they were currently there.

George was interested to find out who the two new arrivals were so gave them the night to settle in before waking up this morning, going shopping for some supplies for them before driving through the winey roads before parking and continuing his trek on foot when the trail got too thin for a car to fit through.

He was a foot away from the door when Alice opened the door looking slightly out of breath. "Hi George, come in"

Dean and Kiki were about to pounce, Boris could tell so nodded at his wife who pinned Kiki to the floor while he wrapped his arm tighter around Dean's waist and manhandled him into the bathroom, Dean hissing and kicking the entire way. Once Dean was in Boris locked the door from the outside so Dean was locked inside where he couldn't eat George.

While Boris sorted Dean, Alice nodded at her remaining sons and they grabbed Kiki and shoved her into one of the 6 bedrooms. While they didn't lock it they stood by it. After all Kiki had only reacted like that because Dean had wanted the kill and for new members of the nest there was always a competition for food.

Dean couldn't believe he had drank the blood. Now that he was alone he could finally think things through. Maybe he could survive on blood bags he thought however he would have to stay away from humans as he ate so that he didn't want to kill them when he was all high on blood. The blood lust was indescribable as soon as he smelt the blood of this guy called George he wanted to shed his blood all over the place before licking it up to show who was boss between him and the other new vamp. It was an uncontrollable instinct that he would need to get under control if he ever wanted to start hunting again, because people tended to bleed a lot around hunters.

He looked around the small bathroom before sitting on the closed lid. Why is there a toilet anyways? It wasn't like vampires had normal bodily functions. Yes they could eat human food but that was just a habit and helped keep up appearances of humanity. If they did eat the food it was often dissolved or something like that by the blood in the body he heard Toby telling Kiki when he was eating his Doritos earlier.

He could hear the guy walking around conversing with the vampires and tried ignoring the blood pumping through his body, but it was hard, he expected to see himself sweating buckets just from trying to ignore it. He wasn't but he expected it.

George walked around the sitting room, ignoring the empty and the full blood bag on one of the brown couches. He admired the décor as it had been nearly 6 months since he had been here. He dropped the bag of items that would keep up human appearances if anyone was to visit. "So you're back, I was getting worried about you, haven't heard from you in 3 months." George said questioning Boris.

When they weren't living here they were living with other vampires in ware houses but normally still rang to let George know they were alive. "Yes sorry about that, we were told by the alpha to recruit but then ran into some hunter trouble" Boris replied smiling at their long-time friend.

"Hunters, Oh…My…God, Are you okay?" George gasped looking slightly panicked as he assessed his vampire friends with his eyes. His eyes zoomed in on the bandage on Toby's shin. When that's all he could find to suggest damage he looked back at Boris.

"Yes we got away, actually we have two new children, Kiki and Dean. The bandage on Toby's leg is off Dean biting him, bless him, he's finding it hard to adjust, he used to be a hunter" Boris smiled looking like the proud father.

George was intrigued, a hunter as a son, the boy must be worth it if Boris was willing to take the risk the kid had to his family. He looked around the room expecting to see the new addition but all he could see was Toby and Derek guarding a door along the hall.

"Wow, well I'm glad to know you're okay. Is he in there? Can I meet him?"

"Actually Kiki is in there. Dean was feeding when you came so wanted to eat you, he's in the bathroom." Evie exclaimed.

"You can meet Kiki though; she's just in there because she got worked up when Dean did and hasn't been around humans yet. Just sit down and I'll bring her out" Boris said as he walked towards the guarded door.

George took a seat next to Evie as Boris lead a young brunette who looked terrified towards him. She really was still a child. Derek was 19 so he guessed she was around 17-18 but she was a beauty. He smiled at her and tried not to move in case he wafted his scent and set the poor girl off.

"Well, well Boris you sure know how to pick them. What a fine little one she is. I'm guessing you turned her of course."

"Yes, Robbie found her, you remember Robbie don't you? He was my only child that wasn't made by my blood" after seeing George look around the room again in search of Robbie he thought he better put him straight "Robbie didn't make it. Apparently Dean didn't like him so he cut off his head haha" Boris laughed but it didn't reach his face. George was good at reading people and although he saw love and admiration for this Dean he also saw anger and confusion.

George stood up and did the worst thing possible he placed his hand on Boris' shoulder to give comfort but gave Kiki a full view of his wrist and she couldn't stop herself. She threw herself at him and bit into his wrist before anyone else could react.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH" George screamed while everyone had hold of Kiki and Boris had to pull her teeth out of his wrist by hand so that she didn't rip a chunk out of his arm.

Dean heard the man state how much he thought of Kiki and was glad he was in the bathroom. He didn't want to be ogled by some weird guy whose friends with fangs. It was bad enough that he was being ogled by Boris and he kept calling him son. He cringed at the thought.

Dean had finally got the thought of the guy's blood out of his head when he heard the scream and a scuffle. That didn't really bother him although he did wince at the loudness of the scream to his sensitive ears.

What bothered him was smell of blood and the fact that there was a door in his way. That didn't stop him though. Acting on instinct, he ran at the door and ended up on the floor with the door underneath him in the hallway where now the smell of blood was intoxicating, he could see what was happening now. All the vampires were wrestling with Kiki apart from Alice who was helping George up.

No one seemed to notice that he was there. This was odd because him smashing himself into the door was quite loud. Alice ran to the kitchen to get ice. George turned and he could no longer see the bloody wrist but he could see the neck artery and he focused on it.

A snarl burst through him as he tackled the 'surprised to see him guy' back to the floor and bit into his neck loosing himself in the warm blood flowing into his mouth in waves.

So what did you think? Things have finally kicked off! That was a slighlty longer chap for yous so i hoped you liked it. Please review! I really need to know how this is being received. You can even request things to happen! Just to avoid confusion, a couch=settee=sofa. My friend Amy was confused so just in case anyone else is, there you go. I hope to update soon xx