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Author's note: Took a little bit longer to write this chapter just to get all my ideas together as I've been thinking about writing another story along with this one (still I'm not completely sure as I want this one to be my main priority, decisions, decisions…) but thanks a lot for the support, reviews are more than welcome. Things will start getting a bit more gore-y, hence the M rating, hope you're able to take it. By the way, just wanted to state that in case you hadn't notice by now I'm taking a bit of inspiration from both Dark Shadows and American Horror Story (both of them telly shows).

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"How advanced are you on your bible readings, Joseph?" Dean St. James asked. "Because if I remember correctly, wasn't Judas the traitor who brought the impeding doom?"

"He was…" Joe answered in a shameful tone, he hated talking with Dean St. James but knew he had it coming.

"So you're aware that you're pulling a Judas on me right now, right?" Joe nodded slowly while the Dean continued looking at him with cold eyes. "It's quite ironic because if I remember correctly, your complete name is Joseph Jonah Hart, wasn't it?" Joe nodded once again, Dean St. James could tell the amount of shame he was carrying just by his posture. "Two of your names belong to important religious figures closely attached to the Lord yet your behavior is that of the biggest traitor the world has come to know off. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Joe took a while to think on something appropriate to say, the pressure of being in presence of Dean St. James was enough to shake his confidence. "I really wanted to help him out, he didn't deserve to be on the mental ward."

"But you knew we had him relocated there for a reason. Heck, we made him bunk with the vampire because we knew they would go for each other's throats!" Dean St. James words cut like a knife and Joe wasn't able to say anything about it because he knew the consequences of disobeying. "The whole point of having him on the mental ward was to examine him to get a better look and see if he was the one we needed!"

"He's a good person, good people don't deserve that kind of treatment."

Dean St. James raised an eyebrow, the sheer look of fear on Joe's face was enough to please him but he wanted more. "Are you trying to challenge my authority? Just take a second to remember that the whole reason as to why you're even alive is because of me, if I wanted to I could burn you down to a crisp and have you join your parents in hell!"

Joe's lips began to tremble as the tears he was trying to contain began running down his face. "I'm s-sorry, I was just trying to d-do the right thing."

"The moment you laid a foot on this place after your return I warned you that it was your responsibility to keep your powers a secret, but at the first turn of events you decided to showcase as most of them as you could, you idiot." Dean St. James said, a lot sharper than how he intended just to make a statement and induce as much fear into Joe as possible. "Those like you and me are above anyone else in this whole facility, the only other person in this damn building with abilities comparable to ours is that girl with the gift of precognition but she's the clear example of someone who wasn't able to control the gift bestowed to them, do you want to end up like her?"

"N-no sir."

"Then stop being such an imbecile and start acting like a real warlock!" Dean St. James shouted at the fair skinned boy. "Witchcraft is a unique gift and you're parading it around like a fool to those unworthy of it. We've got enough with the hunters out there trying to hang a noose around our necks or burning us at the stake, we don't need genetic mistakes such as lycanthropes or angelis knowing about our existence!"

In reality Joe hated being the possessor of the ability of witchcraft, his parents always told him that such things where pagan and unholy and upon realizing he was the epitome of such dark powers he felt as if fate had played a cruel prank on him by giving him abilities that defied the teachings his parents had instilled on to him. "But neither Sam nor Blaine suspected a thing and I erased Kitty's memories of our encounter."

"Yet you didn't wipe their minds. Do you want them to go and tell everyone that they saw you mess with a nun's mind or that you almost burned the blond guy's face? People talk and those kinds of talks are the ones that led the hunters up our asses." Dean St. James said. "Humans can't handle what's more powerful than them so they decide to exterminate it, so unless you want to be exterminated as well I would advise you to keep your mouth shut!"

"But I thought we where also humans…" Joe said naively as Dean St. James closed his eyes while rubbing his forehead.

"Joseph, you're not even close to being human. I would go as far as saying you're almost human but even that would be stretching it. You are part of a species superior to humans and I won't let you diminish the existence of our race."

Dean St. James began rummaging through one of the drawers of his desk. It was at times like this that Joe wished he developed his telepathic abilities as highly as Dean St. James had done, which was also the whole reason as to why he discovered all the events that led to this. "Um… with all due respect what are you looking for?"

"It's none of your business but I would like to know, why did you let those dimwits hack your hair off. If I remember correctly, I specifically told you that your hair was off limits almost as much as your abilities."

Still teary eyed, Joe ran on hand through his shorn scalp. The short stubble that remained tickled through his hand, he knew that more than just for esthetic reasons his hair was not to be cut. "I wasn't conscious at the moment and they just did it. You know it wasn't my intention, but I can grow it back if I use my abilities on it."

"I'll make you a deal. I'll take care of your capillary problem…" With a snap of his finger, Dean St. James made the short stubble on Joe's head to increasingly grow in length. By approximately one minute of waiting, his hazel hair was way below his waist, almost reaching his knees. "… but you'll have to promise me you'll never speak again."

"I promise." Joe replied while he ran his hands through his newly grown hair. "It's a bit longer than before, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, it suits you. Now back to our little deal." Dean St. James said as he got up his chair and walked towards Joe with a dagger in his right hand. "You just made a promise and I'm going to help you keep it."

In the blink of an eye, the arms of the wooden chair wrapped themselves around Joe's. He tried to loosen himself from them but it proved useless, meanwhile his feet suddenly felt deadly numb, up to the point of Joe being unable to move them. "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry it has to be this rough but I need to make sure this secret is kept, nothing personal." Dean St. James said as he came closer. "Don't try to fight it, the chair is made of petrified wood so I doubt you'll be able to break loose. Also don't bother trying to ignite it, if I smell the slightest bit of smoke I'll scorch you."

As Dean St. James walked closer Joe began to feel the fear once again taking over his body. "Please, I'll be more careful next time. I just wanted to help and do what the bible said, "love thy neighbor", I was just-"

Dean St. James, who placed a finger on top of Joe's lips, silenced him. "You talk to much, I can't risk giving you another chance." He began caressing Joe's cheek with the dagger, the cold steel made Joe tremble. "I could simply slice your tongue and get rid of the problem, or I could be a bit more creative and gauge your eyes out so that way you don't even leave this room but I still have need for your unique ability I unfortunately don't posses."

The tears began falling down his face again, this time due to the immense fear of whatever Dean St. James had in store for him. "Please don't hurt me, I beg of you."

"You brought this onto yourself Joseph, believe me, I don't like getting my hands dirty but you left me no other choice. I promise you won't feel much…" He said as he caressed Joe's neck with the dagger. "… just unbearable pain." Without hesitation, Dean St. James sunk the dagger on to Joe's throat and mercilessly twisted it. Blood began to pour through the wound and by the time the Dean had take the dagger our of Joe's throat, the bright eyed boy began coughing blood out of his mouth as the one flowing through the hole in his neck continued to let out the crimson fluid which began staining his clothes. It was a matter of time until he stopped moving and his body began growing cold.

Upon trying to look for a pulse, Dean St. James had finally realized that the longhaired boy was dead, which was exactly what he intended. After examining the deep neck wound he placed his hand on top of it and began focusing his complete powers on it. After a few seconds he removed his hand and realized that the wound was nowhere to be found and his neck looked as it used to. Before continuing, he cleaned the dead boy's mouth with a handkerchief with which he tried to remove most of the blood with.

Even if he disliked cleaning blood from a dead body's lifeless mouth it was all for a greater purpose. Like every other practitioner of witchcraft, Jesse St. James possessed a single unique ability that no other witch or warlock had, one that he discovered he possessed from a very young age; he had the power of necromancy, which worked in two different ways. He could both reanimate bodies and have them do his bidding or he could give life back to a deceased one and knowing that Joe Hart's unique ability was one he needed to achieve his plan he was aware that he needed to revive Joe fully.

Dean St. James took a deep breath before closing his eyes. Without thinking, he pressed his lips against those of Joe Hart's unmoving body. In a matter of seconds he felt the weak beating of his heart once again. He walked a few steps back until he noticed slow breathing coming from the formerly deceased body. It took a while but after a few minutes, Joe Hart had come back to the land of the living. "How are you feeling?"

The slightly tipsy eyed Joe Hart opened his mouth but no sound came out of it other than a few weak, incomprehensible grunts. Joe, shocked with his lack of speech held his throat with both hands, he tried to say something but he was unable to do so. Dean St. James simply looked at him with a pleased, grim looking smile.

"Don't bother, I damaged your vocal chords with the dagger, at least enough to render your speech useless." He said, as he still looked pleased by his actions. "I was actually curious to see if the small healing I did to your neck wasn't going to get in the way but I'm glad it didn't."

Joe looked devastated, he hadn't even developed his healing abilities yet so there was no way he could recover his voice anytime soon. Looking at Dean St. James's cruel expression of accomplishment just made it worse for him.

"But I didn't bring you back just to torment you, I'm in dire need of your special ability." The Dean said as Joe tried to remain as stable as possible considering the circumstances. "I need you to put your empathic abilities to use."

Joe, while not fond of his whole witchcraft abilities, had found a way to make use of them for good. He had developed his unique ability of empathy at a pretty early age and he mostly used it to cheer sad people up or to calm down angry people and make them feel peace but as he grew older he learned that manipulating people's emotions wasn't right.

"There are two things that completely destroy a person, one of them is easier to achieve than the other and that is heartbreak. So you my friend will help me break the lycanthrope's heart. And you might want to know how we will achieve that, don't you?" Joe simply remained seated, depression reflected on his face. "Well, if what that angeli told you was right he "sort of likes" the lycanthrope's personality, we can toy a bit with that and kill two birds with one stone. After all it's a well know fact that an angel's heart grants eternal life and that's something I could certainly find use off."

"With the wolf completely distraught we can use his animalistic instincts as a weapon to fight off the hunters and when his use is done I'll at least have immortality to rely on to fight them myself. So what do you say, are you in?" Joe shook his head in disapproval. "That's too bad, I couldn't even tell you what was in for you if you did." Joe gave the Dean a weak, snide look. "If you help me out I promise you I'll bring back both of your parents, judging from your memories I can see you really miss them."

Joe left out a single tear, the Dean knew how to manipulate him and worst part was that he was aware that he was being used but the sheer possibility of getting his parents back made him weak and easy to exploit. "So is that a yes?" Joe took a deep breath which was followed by a single nod.