Pairing: DeanxSam

Beta: Kiraynn

Genre: Slash, Angst, Darkfic


Moonlight – Chapter six

Dean walked slowly towards his prey, his body subconsciously moving to the rhythm of the music. He looked back at his brother with a slight smirk, fangs reflecting the strobe lights. Reaching his chosen donor for the night he allowed his fingers to ghost over the girl's bare hip as he circled around behind her. She smiled at him, believing his presence to be because of her power to allure, but Dean only mentally rolled his eyes.

She had no idea who she was dealing with.

He pressed his body against hers to let her feel his defined muscles. His mouth slid over her bare neck until he reached her ear.

"Mind if I dance with you?"

The girl closed her eyes and pressed more firmly against him, tossing her hair to the side to bare her neck even more. Dean released a dark chuckle, amused as her ass rubbed restlessly against his groin.

The music changed into something more hypnotic and Dean moved with her, his calloused fingers resting on her hips with just enough pressure to keep her close. The girl's movements were shameless as she rubbed herself all over his body. Dean slid his arm around her waist and guided her closer to him, his mouth once more lavishing attention on her neck. He dragged his tongue over the pulsing vein that was visible to him even with the flickering lights.

She moaned quietly and he kissed her neck, but as his fangs sank into the skin she gasped in pain and immediately tried vainly to pull away. Before long her movements stilled and she closed her eyes with another moan, the scent of her arousal reaching Dean's nose. He suckled the blood slowly into his mouth, savoring the copper taste combined with the alcohol she had consumed earlier.

When he was properly satisfied, he released the girl without the intention to kill her. Dean licked the wound closed before he let her go and she staggered weakly away from him, barely remembering what had just occurred between them.

Glancing around the room, Dean licked his lips. Yep, nobody had even noticed what just happened. He smirked as he retraced his steps back to the table he'd left Sam, only to falter when he found the seat empty.

Sam?

Sam, where the fuck did you go?

Nothing. He couldn't even feel the nudge in his mind that had been present during the last few days, ever since he'd discovered that he and Sam could share a mental conversation. Now being unable to feel Sam at all made him start to panic.

Before Dean could try again to locate his brother a hand took hold of his arm. He turned his head to find Natasha beside him.

"Let's go, Dean. Someone caught Sam and my guess is that it was a pawn of Lilith's."

Dean didn't even bother to question how she knew that as he was kind of used to it by now. His body thrummed with barely suppressed anger as they quietly slipped out of the club.

"I'm gonna rip her throat out," he growled.

Natasha smiled cruelly. "Patience, my king."


Sam groaned as he opened his eyes, his head throbbing. Everything came back to him in a rush: he'd been sloppy and in his distraction, some low-rank demon had easily caught him off guard. He hadn't even had a chance to even attempt to use his powers before the bastard had knocked him out.

"Fuck, my head," he hissed.

"Glad you woke up, dear."

He looked up and narrowed his eyes when a pair of green eyes looked back at him. The woman smiled, her blonde hair neatly braided over one shoulder. In her hand was a freshly sharpened dagger.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh God, you hurt me, Sam. You really don't remember me?" She circled to where he was tied to the chair, her manicured fingers sliding along his shoulder. She stopped behind him and whispered in his ear, "we had so much fun killing those hunters together, Sammy boy."

Sam inhaled sharply. "Meg."

"Give the boy a prize!" she laughed and walked around in front of him. Her fist smashed across his face. "That's for sending me back to hell. Again."

Sam spat blood onto the floor, a bruise already forming on his aching jaw. "Fuck you."

Meg bit her bottom lip. "Oh honey, and you grew such a dirty mouth. I'll have to talk with Dean about that. Speaking of which, how's our favorite older brother? Did he fuck you yet?" His eyes narrowed again and she laughed. "I'm guessing no. Too bad. You know, Lilith told me to take care of you while she was arranging things for your death. Ritualistic girl, that one."

She moved closer, her dagger gleaming in the low light.

"But she never said I couldn't play with you while we wait. Let's have some fun, shall we? Oh," she caught his chin in a tight grip, "and before you wonder, I took the liberty of drugging you so don't even bother to use your powers. Your head will be too fucked up for that. But don't worry, I promise you'll feel every cut."

Sam tried desperately to get his powers to work only to find Meg had been telling the truth.

Dean!


"I never thought this day would come."

Dean and Natasha's attention snapped up from the map they were leaned over. Dean's scowl only amused the demon and she smirked.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"I hadn't heard any news from Sam in the last two days, so I assumed he was with you." Her mouth curved downwards. "But now I see that's not the case."

Dean looked away.

"Lilith managed to capture him," Natasha stated matter-of-factly with a smile. "We're only trying to locate him so Dean can rip her throat out."

Ruby smiled too and walked towards them. "Well, why didn't you say so?" She stopped beside Dean and removed a knife and small pouch from her belt.

"What the hell, Ruby?" Dean growled distrustfully.

"Shush dickhead, I'm much quicker than you in the fine art of tracking someone." She dragged the blade over her palm then moved her hand over the map, carefully allowing drops of blood to fall to the paper in the form of a pentagram. Then she scooped some of the mysterious dust from her pouch and dropped it onto the map. "Now watch me."

Ruby picked up one of the candles littered on the table and set fire to the blood. She stepped back, eyes flaring to black as she whispered:

"Vinctus et daemon, appare! Revelare el locus et victima, nunc!"

The whole map caught on fire and started to float in the air. After a few moments the flames vanished and a new map was in the old one's place, but it was for an area in an isolated forest near the border of California. Ruby picked up a scrap of cloth and started wrapping it around her cut hand.

"There you go."

"Why should I trust you?" Dean asked, snatching up the map.

Ruby arched a manicured eyebrow. "And why should I trust that you're not going to disappear on Sam again? I had to deal with his anger and whining for the past two years, so just take the fucking map and go after your brother, asshole."

"My, what a mouth on you," Natasha stated. She looked back and forth at the glares they were shooting at each other. "And now if you're both done, maybe we can get going after Lilith?"

"Wait a minute." Ruby turned her eyes to the redhead. "How are we going to pass through her security and avoid being obliterated as soon as we step in the room?"

"You guys are more experienced with a plan of attack. As for Lilith…" Natasha smirked. "Don't worry about me or Dean. She can't harm us."

"Sorry, dear, but last time I checked, demons can kill vampires with a mere flick of their power."

"Yeah, but last time you checked those vampires weren't me," Natasha replied nonchalantly. She stood and started to leave the room.

"Wait, Natasha…" Dean grabbed her arm. "As much as it pains me, Ruby has a point. How can we pass Lilith's demons to get to her without getting destroyed on the way?"

Natasha arched her eyebrow, looking pointedly at Dean's hand on her arm. When he let go of her she tossed her hair behind her shoulder.

"I think it's time for you to know the whole truth, my darling. Come with me." She glanced at Ruby. "Both of you. You'll be glad when I'm finished because we're going to give Lilith the fright of her life."

As Dean and Ruby followed her down the corridor, he could only hope that he would really be able to kill Lilith and get Sam, not the opposite.

He'd trusted in Natasha for two years and she hadn't failed him yet. Dean had to believe she wouldn't start now.

TBC