Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Wincest! Unrelated now as Vampires but still are Sam and Dean. Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Dark content. Violent scenes are included here. Menage situations, fair warning here!

If you don't like Wincest, don't read! I get graphic with most of my Wincest and I don't want to offend you.

Plot: The vampires are on their way to help Dante now and things twist a bit out of their control as things play out. Here's hoping they can handle the new twists and turns that they are facing.

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(Later on that night)

They were making their way through a Maze of tunnels, which seemed to confuse everyone but the vampires, who were going by scent. Everyone else pretty much relied on them to lead the way. Rufus was staying with Missouri and they all agreed they should be fine; what with the room triple warded and with more weapons on hand than a small army could ever possibly need.

Dorian and Dante thought this was overkill but wisely said nothing, knowing Dean wouldn't listen anyway.

"Up there, in the left opening, the entry is there, I smell it. It's female." Dean said as he led the way, taking care to look around as he went, in case more showed up to surprise them.

Soon they were at a rock door that they easily slid away and entered. A female creature lay on a pallet nearby sleeping. Dean caught her scent and lunged, sensing her more now. Her scent was similar to the one on the dead tourists but not the same. But he figured that she had to know who had been doing it, she had to. She was a lamia, after all.

"Dean! Stop! Let me talk to her…please, Father?" Dorian begged edging between them now as the woman trembled in a corner, terrified and crying. "She doesn't seem like the type to kill anyone, see?"

"She knows who is…" Dean hissed. That alone merited an interrogation.

"I'll do it, please?" Dorian urged. She saw his determined look then added. "If she doesn't listen to me then you can talk to her, agreed?"

"Agreed." Dean said reluctantly but stayed close to be sure she didn't try anything.

Dorian tried to get him to back off any more than she already had, seeing that it wasn't working, so she settled for sitting by her and trying to be nicer to her; even though her eyes hadn't left Dean for a second since she'd seen him!

"You're pregnant, right?" Dorian began. "Where is your Mate?"

"He's out there, guarding us and trying to find a way we can get out of here unnoticed…so far we can't get out without being seen…so…here I am." She said softly. "I'm six months along, could deliver at any time. We never meant to stay here so long but…the people are everywhere! And we can't leave with them around constantly…we're trapped here. He had to protect us a couple times, so…" She cried now. "Please don't hurt him…he didn't mean to do anything wrong. You're vampires and a Nest like us, surely you understand the need to protect your Nest, right? How it takes precedence over everything and anything? It's like that, he didn't mean to harm them but…he just overreacted to their presence near our chamber here…how they even found it, I'm amazed."

"See, Father, he was doing what you do, he didn't see it as killing anyone but as protecting his Nest and her. Please calm down." Dorian urged and Dean sat nearby, trying to control himself better.

"Not trying to scare you, sorry." Dean said in apology and eyed her stomach. A Mate kills for his loved ones, so that was what he'd done. But…"We can talk, right?"

"Yes, but…he'll be back soon." She said and edged away from him but still listened. They talked quietly as Dorian left them to it. She told what had happened so far and Dean explained they were his Nest.

The tentative peace between them didn't last very long though…she'd been right, her mate was coming back soon.

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Dean was lifted from by her a few moments later and thrown bodily into a wall. He looked to see a male lamia, quite large and tall, coming at him again. He looked pissed and homicidal, Dean supposed that's what he looked like sometimes, too, so he forgave that. But knew he needed to move, to keep him from his Nest. He was just pissed enough to hurt them.

He ducked under his reach and ran then took a stand in front of Dante and Dorian, crouching and growling, teeth bared and eyes red. He waited and stayed where he belonged. The other vampires in his nest were doing the same and forming a line in front of the others. Dorian was covering Jo in case she had to usher her out of harm's way at a moment's notice. Dante was staying close to Dean in case he needed him.

All were battle ready and tense in case he got too frisky again.

They saw why the male was riled. She had fainted as her Mate came in and Dean hadn't seen it. The male was crying and furious, so he must think she was dead. Dorian quickly whispered it to Dean and pointed to her on the pallet. "He thinks we killed her, Father. He's grieving."

"We did no such thing." Dean stated tersely. But he understood what she was saying, he'd feel the same way if Sam was being hurt. "Look, whoever you are, she's fine. Not dead. She just fainted." He told the man, who growled and lunged at him, nearly nicking Dorian in the process.

Dean dove to keep him away from her as he frantically tried to think of a way to make the thing see reason. But nothing seemed to be working. "I understand you are mourning here but she's not dead. I don't want to fight you but if you so much as touch my Nest, I will kill you anyway!"

"Liar! You killed my Lily!" The male said and tackled him, Dorian got too close and was soon shoved away, accidently hitting Jo and slamming her into the wall with her; Jo taking the full brunt of the blow. Dorian turned quickly to check on her and cried. Jo was…broken!

Her body was askew, her back was at a bent angle now, her neck bent unnaturally. Blood lay on her mouth and her eyes were closed. She checked for life in her and felt it fading fast. Working quickly, Dorian called to Dean. "Father!" Dean flicked a glance at her and glared. He saw Jo injured and lost control. "Ash, guys! She's…she's dying here." Dorian called out.

Dean was already grabbing a vial of holy water and tossing it to Dante, a larger one. "Open it! Pour it out." Dean demanded and he did. Dean then kicked and fought the lamia into a far wall then cut a wrist with his teeth and let his blood fill the vial that Dante had thrown to him, keeping an eye out for the male Lamia. It was soon full and he covered it. But he let his wrist bleed; it was almost healed up anyway. Then lunged at the Lamia with the intent of killing it for harming his Nest, just like he'd promised he would. Pregnant Mate or not, it was going to die for this!

Soon enough, they were both going at it heavily, taking damage and fighting harder now; Dean wasn't being understanding or being forgiving anymore. Killing Jo had taken those options away for him and he pitied the Lamia what he was going to do him for doing that!

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Dante quickly poured the blood in her mouth and watched her weakly take it. They watched as she smiled and passed out as the blood began to make her buzz, getting dizzy. They monitored her as they felt her Turning finally and turned at the sight of the bright light that suddenly lit the cavern, hands up to ward it from their eyes; it was too bright to look directly into.

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The fight was getting close, Dean could see the Lamia weakening finally but then again, so was he, but he was still fighting anyway. Then a flash of light filled the air and Dean was knocked away from his furious opponent. But he soon recovered and leaped to his feet and crouched to lunge at it again, fangs bared and growling. Standing in front of Dorian and his Nest until he was sure of who this being was.

"There you are." A giant of a man, a blond manlike-person, said indulgently and lovingly scooped both Lamias into his arms, gripping the Male one so he couldn't get away again. He was nearly ten feet tall and they had to stare up at him enough to get a crick in their necks for their troubles. No way this guy was human, they thought! "Dean, I see you found them for me. Thank you."

"Who are you!" Dean hissed and managed to calm enough to listen. This man didn't smell human or like anything he'd ever smelled. He smelled like…incense strangely enough, overpowering incense, and power, a lot of power. "He killed my Nest Mate! He has to pay for that! And how in the Hell do you know me?!"

"I am Diacus, god and guardian of all the mystical creatures of Orincis, the Malakian Pantheon. These two took a fieldtrip and snuck out a week or two ago, I'm been tracking them since. You are Dean Winchester, a vampire I believe, a godlike one, and so are they because of your blood. I see that now. These are not monsters. I would not interfere if they were. They were just hiding here and the humans found them. I'm sorry to say but the Male overreacted and killed them thinking he had to protect his Mate from them. He's never seen a human before, sorry." The god explained and motioned for him to stay where he was. "I wouldn't come near me if I were you. You may be powerful here, and pretty much Immortal, but I will kill you if I have to. I'd hate to though, you are doing such a good job of protecting others still, even as vampire, I'm proud of you. Kind of glad we slipped a bit of god into that blood when they Turned you two now. We weren't sure if it would work."

"So you gave them godhood?" Dorian said in shock. Eternally overprotective Dean was going to be such a pain in the ass!

"Yes, just enough to make him strong enough to fight the others and live though, he can still die by beheading and such, but that's what some of the powers he got are for…barriers, god fire. He also can put protection around himself and you guys if you are in danger. All of this just makes it harder to kill him though and those he turns with his blood and Sam's; but not impossible. They get the same powers when he Turns them with his blood, they become gods like him when they Turn, of course." Diacus said and went to leave, "Say nothing of this, only to your Nest. Keep up the good work, guys. You're doing fine, just like I told them you would."

"Who did you tell this to?" Dante demanded, confused. There were gods, who knew!

"Why, my Pantheon of gods of course, I'm the Head god there, you see, and thought you needed a…boost." Diacus said chuckling. "Your 'God' here asked us to keep an eye on you. He's a bit busy with Heavenly stuff, a civil battle or something, so he asked us to help you, and when we saw you Turning, we did what we could. We didn't want to let him down." He shrugged as he vanished from sight. "He really cares about and relies on you Winchesters; more than you will ever know. I don't see why but, hey, I don't pretend to know the mind of your 'God'. However… I say too much, who am I to judge? Only time will tell." Then he was gone.

Dorian and Dante were amazed but Dean appeared indifferent. The other vamps seems pleased though but not overly so. "Dean, do you realize what this means?"

"That there are gods, yes, we were already aware of that, thank you." Dean said in annoyance and nervously looked to the exit. "I want to check on Missouri. Let's go." He was worried about her. And Jo. He'd redone the wards extra strong on the room to be sure…gave her more weapons and holy water than before if they came after them again. Was it enough to keep them safe? "I need to make sure they are okay, our Nest is too stretched still…and I have a bad feeling still…I hate this." He said then headed out determined to do just that.

They eyed him with concern now. Dean was worried and he had reason to be. Nests weren't meant to be stretched this way, the members scattered so far apart. When this happened, the Nest members usually died and the Nest was destroyed eventually. Dean was trying really hard to keep his Nest together and safe and still Hunt, a feat unto itself! Dante and Dorian promised themselves that they would be more cooperative from now on. Dean was doing his best right now, doing what his best to take care of them, love them as best he could. He was afraid of losing them, hence the overprotectiveness.

They'd be more patient, he needed their support here.

And they knew that his gut feelings were never wrong. If Dean's gut told him something was wrong, then something was wrong. And they could tell the feeling was really bad that he had and didn't blame him for overreacting…he didn't want to lose any more of the human members of his Nest yet. And he was doing his damndest to ensure that.

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"I'm sorry. He overreacted and didn't mean to hurt her." The god said, he'd just appeared by her as they had been trying to figure out how to move her safely. "She's Turning, she should be fine soon."

Dean still glared at him and touched Jo's face tenderly. "I wanted to let them stay human for a while. I value their humanity. He killed my Nest member and I didn't even kill his Mate, she fainted! Mine is dying and his Mate wasn't even dead! I want him dead now, too!"

"Yes, he was wrong to go after you but he wasn't thinking clearly, like you aren't right now and for the same reason. But I can't let you kill him, he's under my protection so I have to keep him safe. But I did speak with him and he said when you cool down, and are willing to listen, he is wanting to make it up to you." Daricus said and sighed as Dean just looked at him as distrusting as he had before. Clearly not believing a word he said and he didn't blame him. But the truth remained the same. There was no way he would get to kill his Pets and that was that.

Dean sighed as he saw the truth there but still had to be clear. "Fine but he better stay away from us or the next time I see him, I will kill him, mistake or not!" He then wiped some blood off her lips with his outer shirt he'd shrugged out of when he had went to kneel by her. And a tear slipped out and hit her face, her very Still face.

Daricus saw the tears and saw his pain, regret filling his heart. Lamia's were usually peaceful, but protective, that's why this had all happened…but regretted it had gotten this far out of hand. They'd hid well or he'd found them sooner. But the delay had cost this vampire his loved one's humanity; something he obviously still treasured just as much as he had when he'd been human. Dean always had held his loved ones close, always scared someone or something would take them from him. And he was never wrong, something always found a way to do that…and now Lyle, the male Lamia, had done that as well. He hated that it had happened and wanted to make it up to them.

Maybe he could help with their moving the pretty blonde. Heal her some in the process?

"She is Turning but we can't move her yet, Father." Bobby said sadly, eyes on her broken form. "Her body is still shattered and isn't healing quick enough. Moving her would only serve to break her more." He sighed as he tried to figure out a way to set her injuries better so she could heal up properly once she did start Turning.

"Let me help. She shouldn't be moved. We need to set her neck and back correctly first." Daricus said. "I'm a god, I can heal her for you. I can't fix the Humanity issue, the Turning has gone too far to allow that, but I can do something so you can move her…let me try, please?"

Dean glared at him from where he crouched then seemed to soften at the sight of her body being so damaged. He then move to the side and motioned for the god to join them, angry but willing to listen. And, what with him being the practical being he was now, he thought that if it could fix Jo's body, he was all for 'Divine' intervention. "I need to move her but… can you do this right or are you just messing with us?" Dean demanded.

"I just want to make amends, Dean. Please let me pop you back to your motel room so she can rest as she Turns… I just need to talk to you privately. You can tell Sam later, I promise." Daricus urged.

"Why do you need to talk to me?" Dean said, not really caring what he had to say, as long as he healed her and helped get her to the room. He'd listen to anything he had to say if he did that.

"I'm just trying to help here, Dean. She needs to go to the room. Do you want her more hurt when you do move her?" Daricus pointed out.

"No. Fine, heal her and send us to our room. I'll hear you out if you do that." Dean reluctantly agreed and watched him closely as he touched her neck. A sick crunch sounded as they felt the bones resetting to where they needed to be, healing instantly once they did. Then he touched her from her neck to her groin, again a sick crunch came, making them wince and the vampires all growl furiously at the sound, but still let him work. They felt her spine and bones resetting and healing as well. The god worked along her body until she was all healed and he nodded as he let up his touch.

"She's fine now, no injuries. Now to send you to your Nest members, hold onto her." Daricus said and touched her arm; in a flash they were in the room.

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He rushed over and checked on Missouri immediately. She smiled as he sniffed her and touched her head, testing the bump that was still there. Frowning, he pressed the cold compress to it again. "Souri, how do you feel?" Was it too soon to move her, too? He worried.

"Better, some double vision and dizziness, but if I hang onto you, I'll be fine." Missouri said.

They all jumped as they noticed the god standing there in a corner, waiting patiently for them to see him. Rufus tensed by Dean at the sight of the god and Dean touched his arm trying to defuse the situation. "I let him come with us, he wants to speak with me. We should hear him out. He did heal Jo up and helped get her here quickly. I think we owe him that much." He fixed a stern look on the man. "I want to talk to him…so back off, Son."

"Yes, Father." Rufus said flinching and backed off to hold his Mate close anyway. Worried by the way the god kept staring at her and not liking it one bit. He glared back at the being as he did so, to warn him to stay away from them. Dean may trust him this far but he didn't know the guy and he damn well didn't trust him at all!

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Daricus found himself mesmerized by Missouri, which made Rufus growl at him. Then the god smiled. "I mean no offense, Rufus. I merely am admiring your Mate's Powers. They really are quite spectacular. Never felt them so strong in a human before…strange."

Missouri ran a hand along his arm and smiled. Rufus nodded and stilled, but watched him suspiciously anyway. "I am Missouri Mosely, a psychic." Souri told him. "He's my Mate, he's just protecting me, sorry."

"Oh, my dear, you are so much more than that." Daricus said smiling, shaking his head in amazement. "Come to me, dear. Let me feel the extent of your gifts." Rufus tried to stop her but she shook his hand off, reassuring him she would be fine. She kissed him gently and reminded him that Dean was right there to protect her if he had to. He relaxed then, trusting their Father to do so. Daricus was amazed at the level of trust they held for Dean and Sam. It went beyond Nest mentality. It was like they just knew he would watch over them and keep them safe; the way he always tried to do as a human. He must have been something special as a human to inspire this in his Nest. Not many Masters were this loved or trusted.

Soon she sat by him and waited. He touched her head and temples. She felt full of light now, light filling her being as his power felt through her, searching out her every gift and exploring it. She let him since he didn't seem to be hurting her. In fact, it felt really soothing. "You are a born Seer, the most powerful I've ever found. You will lose your gift when you Turn…I can't…Dean, can I save her for you?"

"How would you do that?" Dean asked with narrowed eyes.

"Make her a god, a god of Sight, much like the one in my Pantheon but she'd be the one for your Nest. It will keep her safe, immortal, and she won't lose her gifts, since she won't ever die. Like all of you guys." Daricus said and smiled. "You need her gifts, Dean. This world needs them."

"Souri, you guys?" Dean asked.

"It's up to her." Was their answers and a grudging, "Fine, let her decide…but he hurts her, I will figure out how to kill a god." From Rufus, who looked like he hated this part. He didn't' want her dying either but he didn't want her to be hurt by this god either…he was torn in half with love, concern, and trying to do what was best for his Mate.

"I'll do it." Missouri said smiling as her eyes glowed. "I see him helping me, not harming me. I also don't see Dean having to Turn me now either, so that's good, too." She sat still as he pulled some gold light from his chest and offered her it. "What do I do with it?" She asked and noticed it didn't burn her. It was warm but not too much so.

"Press it into your chest, into your soul there. You will glow and be changed, dear one." Daricus explained. She shrugged and did as he said. She gasped in surprise as it filled her the way his power had but this was her power now; she felt that was true, too. This was not his godhood exploring her, this was her godhood filling her. She smiled as she felt herself changing and closed her eyes to let it work its way through her.

She floated up now and burned like the sun then floated down as the glow faded, leaving glowing eyes looking at them from her de-aged and magically enhanced face. Her hair was black and silver, her face smoothed out to twenty-something, her body slimmer and fitter, and she looked around 25; a rather large age difference from before. "I feel…different, but the same, too. I still love Rufus and them. Still part of our family, our Nest…but not human or vampire, something else. I'm all...tingly with power, that's new. It's like little electric pulses under my skin… I feel it." Missouri said and turned to ask him. "Does it get less? I don't think I can live with feeling like I'm continually being mildly electrocuted for the rest of my life."

"Only for a few days, until your powers settle into you better. Then you will feel the way you always have. You'll feel human but you won't be." Daricus said touching her to judge how it had taken. "You are a goddess now, their Seer and Oracle. You will guide them and I can talk to them through you if you need me or I need your help."

"You said we would talk…is this it?" Dean demanded and Daricus withdrew his touch, seeing it was bothering the vampires; who seemed to be getting less trusting by the second the more he did it. They relaxed more as she got up and sat by Rufus now, cuddling with him. Farther away from him and closer to them. They didn't trust him at all, he thought sadly. He couldn't count on the usual 'oh, he's a god!' worship factor with these vampires…he'd have to earn their trust and respect over time and a large part of him liked that very much. They wouldn't be his worshippers, they'd be his equals. It had been a long time since he had any one but his brothers and sisters show him anything but blind worship and obedience. So much so that now he found himself liking that this Nest never would be like that to him. He could talk to them easier…more naturally. He would have work to get along with them, as friends, and that was more than he'd ever expected anyone to feel for him. He had no friends, only fellow gods, lovers, and subjects, and none of them expected him to work for any part of their love or respect…these would and he wanted that with them now. Honesty and respect, friendship…he needed this from them.

"No, can we talk over here?" He pointed to the table.

"Sure." Dean said then sighed as they sat down to talk.

"I want to make amends to your Nest, to you. We have wronged you greatly tonight and we all feel horrible about it. But we also see you are force for good that needs protection…our protection. So…I propose we do a soul-Truce. I will bind myself to you and Sam. Please let me explain before you say no, it's not what you think…will you hear me out before you say no, all the way out?" Daricus pleaded.

"I'll be quiet and listen, until I hear something I don't agree with. Then I'll let you know and listen some more so you can explain yourself better. You saved Jo, you proved you were trustworthy." Dean said coldly and waited. "I won't allow myself or my Nest to be your Slaves, I will die first. Besides I don't see how you can bond to our souls, we don't have them anymore. Vampires don't have souls."

The god gulped nervously and nodded. Then began to explain. "That's true, most don't. They fly from the bodies when they Turn, when the vampiric virus claims your bodies. But not in your case or Sam's, the godhood changed that. You are the only ones like yourselves, none others are gods, just remnants and demon-like beings. You see, when I saw your souls flying, I put them back in and locked them in you. So when I put the godhood in, you were already Turning and they…blended. The godhood joined with your vampirism and what humanity remained in your souls; and formed a new version of each in you two, a version carried in your blood itself. That's why your Nest members are so human, have warm bodies like they did as humans. Their souls are in there and so there is some humanity left in them, but so is the godhood and vampirism. This allows you all to feel, but not entirely. I couldn't give you all the emotions back nor could you keep the memories; they were gone already by the time you Turned. It's the way the vampirism works, it takes the memories first and the emotions. It's what makes the normal vampires so hard to predict and so evil, too." He paused and waited to see if Dean had questions now. "However…you and your Nest will always remember more than other vamps will. They lose almost everything…you kept most of it, well, minus the childhood and a lot of the stuff that didn't directly involve your own Nest member, and the journals you wrote early on have helped.; a good idea by the way, good thinking there. You will retain more knowledge than most vamps ever could…that's a benefit of the human soul in you, by the way. And be able to remember more later on as well; get flashes of other memories you forgot already, too. You may not retain the older memories as they float up but, don't worry, they will return at odd times as well. When someone or something calls them up from the Vampiric fog inside you, of course. They may not stay but you get them back occasionally; which is more than other vampires get; once what they have is forgotten, it stays that way. You're lucky, you retain most of what you knew as humans, you just don't get to remember it all at once. You'll just get bits and pieces of it here and there. Like Sam did when he recalled you guys working with Dorian or when you had to fuck through the sex spell with each other. That kind of recall, you may remember it but you don't always get to keep it. Vampirism and godhood don't always work that well together, trust me. There are drawbacks, the good news is that it makes you better than them in all ways, more human and less vampiric, so that's the upside." He gave a knowing shrug at their shocked looks. "It is what it is, has been this way for centuries, none of us can change it. Trust me, I've tried and I'm a god, and it didn't work for me either. Evil stays the same and so does the good; both do their parts and keep the status quo. For good to exist there must be evil and good must fight it. That keeps the World and Creation going, without one to balance the other it all would be…erased. That's your 'God's' plan, and even I serve it, go figure. A big part of the good is you guys, there always has to be a Winchester to fight the evil; usually you guys in some reborn form. Your Dad, too. He's a part of it, too. It's always been you three, and Dante, Dorian, and Clara. God's main weapons are you guys, the Winchesters, there have to be two Pheonixes, that would you two, Dante and your cousin Clara, and of course one Dhampyre, part evil and part good in perfect balance, like there is in you, Dorian. There must be all six elements to keep evil back and the world safe. Bobby is your Nexus, he is a constant that you revolve around of course. These others are new, he added them to your force of good this lifetime, you've had many after all, thousands upon thousands, as have they done as well. All but Ellen, Ash, Rufus, Victor, and Jo; they are new apparently. But I approve of the addition of them. They are great Warriors, like you guys."

Then continued. "That being said…let's get back to your version of Vampirism. With the addition of the godhood, it's also why you have none of their weaknesses, and are faster, stronger, and more superior to them. You aren't strictly vampires at all, not the way they are defined by hunting at least. You are Vampiric gods and so were they once you Turned them." Daricus said then added. "What the soul-Truce will do is tie you to me and usually that would mean as servants and slaves, that is true but not true as well. See, you will be owned by me but…only so I can protect and help you more. Grant you my protection. The Nest is and will stay yours, I will not own it, or you, not strictly. It just means you belong to us and are sacred to us, protected by the gods if you need us." He sighed as Dean looked unconvinced. "It means I die, you die; not the other way around. Nothing kills you, because nothing kills me; believe me it's all been tried, stakes and everything, nothing works. It ups your powers, too, and the way you heal. It will let you survive if the others find out what you are. It was just the vampires that have figured it out, Dean. The other hunters have no clue, you are being paranoid again. We won't let them hunt you if we do this. They will forget it if they figure it out…maybe by placing a modified 'forgetting' spell on you. That will just mean that they will know you but will never remember you weren't human unless you want them to remember. That parts up to you."

"So you own us, we are technically your…servants…but you won't be our Master? Just our allies? Our friends? And you promise to not make us more than this…not slaves or servants to you. Just friends and allies?" Dean asked suspiciously. "So stakes and such, they won't work on us? You have control over us or something…" He didn't and wouldn't allow another person to have control over his Nest members or himself, he'd rather die first!

"Well, beheading will hurt but not kill you; the body nor head will die, they can be joined again once the head is placed back on your body, the same with the limbs, they reattach, and you will be fine. And this does extend to the rest of your Nest, all of them, even Dante and Dorian. You all will gain powers to protect yourselves better if you need to from this Truce." Daricus said. "We will be allies, friends, and will work with you, and sometimes ask you to help if we need you, but that's as far as we'll push it. I'm offering friendship here, Dean. Not enslavement."

"So what does this mean for our blood, it's different than the others, right?" Dean asked worried they might come after them for it now.

"Well, kind of. You blood, out of all the vampiric blood, holds true immortality in it, and will hold even more of it if you take the Truce. But only if it is used to Turn a new vampire. Otherwise, they try to drink it or get it in them somehow, and it will kill them instantly and painfully, too. It also will work the same way as holy water does on vampires, demons, all kinds of monsters; trust me, no one will be hunting you for your blood. It will kill them. Worst case, they will try to kill you instead; not drink you." Daricus explained.

"Wait, if the evil shit figures it out, hell, the hunters do, we'll be hunted for a whole other set of reasons besides being monsters. We'd be hunted for our blood and what it does to them!" Dante said annoyed, from the other side of the room. "Yes, we can hear you, it's a small room."

"It's already deadly to them, it holds godhood. The Truce will add the ability for it to kill them with it to it. It already is like acid to them." Daricus pointed out. "Your blood holds our protection in it, that's what makes it deadly to them. The Truce just joins me to your Nest as an Ally, the rest is just a boost to what you already have…at least those with the vampiric blood. You and Dorian will stay the same but get the same protection from us that the vampires do. We won't let you be killed or hurt too much either."

"I'm not really afraid of that, actually." Dante grinned, showing a fiery hand, and nudged Dorian who showed a fang and chuckled with him. "And neither is she."

"I see that. Your concern is for the Nest. And if we agree to this, your Nest's safety is guaranteed. I will give my godhood and all I am to protect you as my loved ones and as sacred to me and the Pantheon." Daricus promised.

"I'll do it." Dean said. "What about you guys?"

"I'll be good with you doing it, Father." The others agreed. It did sound like a good thing. "Sounds like they won't own us the way a Master owns a slave but more like the way one owns something they love and want to keep safe. Offering friendship; not being enslaved. We'll still have freedom and our Free Wills, right?" Jo asked, sitting up and working kinks from her neck. "Whatever you did, you did damn good. I feel good…I Turned faster, too."

"Yes, you will be free to be yourselves, not controlled by us at all. You will keep your Free Will, I promise. I rather admire that in you guys. I used my power to speed up the Turning. You have other Nest members to help and you will need a whole Nest. This next hunt will get nasty…you can't split up this much again, Dean. It's too dangerous to them and makes you all far too vulnerable." Daricus told him worried for them now that he saw they were going to take his offer of Truce.

(Proofread here)"And only Sam and I need to do this Truce thing? You won't go near them to do it…" Dean asked uncertainly, worried he would have to do the same with them. Dean wanted to decide for himself and he knew Sam would do it once he knew why Dean wanted to do it for the Nest but he hated the thought of forcing the others to do it, too. Not against their Wills.

"Yes, just you and Sam, the Truce would spread magically to the those with your vampiric blood from then on." Daricus said. "I won't touch them without your permission, Dean. You are the Master of this Nest, soon to be joined with us gods. I will respect their wishes and yours at all times."

"Good, then we'll do it." Dean said. "What do I do here?"

"Push this into your chest like she did." Daricus said offering a large ball of golden light to him. Dean shrugged and took it, then pressed it in. He soon glowed then felt strange, like he was floating out of his body but was still in it at the same time. Then saw himself floating into the god, literally, being ripped apart, molecule by molecule until he was formless and joining with a glowing sun inside him. Then separating and floating out of the sun in the god; drifting further away from it until he was outside of him. Then back into himself, forming a transparent body and merging with his own again.

He opened his eyes now and tested his body. He moved normally, felt electrically charged but…somewhat normal. He ignored the electrified feeling. It wasn't important so he chose to let it happen and not react to it. Soon he had it down to a light buzz under his skin and cared even less about it. He looked at them and asked. "Do I look normal? Are you all feeling like me?"

"Um, like being mildly electrocuted, yeah. But it's fading quickly. The more I ignore it, the less I notice it. It's just a mild buzzing now." Victor agreed. "You guys?"

"The same." Jo said shrugging, rather enjoying the buzzing feeling actually. It felt cool.

The other vampires said the same.

"I feel more powerful." Dante admitted. "Going to have to adjust to this new higher power level. I'll have to watch my use of my Pheonix power for a bit until I work it more; learn to use and control it better. So not as much power usage…thank goodness I'm pretty." He teased and Victor stole a kiss and Dorian joined them in kissing the gorgeous Pheonix Mate of theirs senseless for a minute.

"Yes, you are…very pretty." Victor said and whispered seductively in his ear. "And the next chance I get, I'm going to strip your pretty ass naked and fuck the pretty right out of you."

"Got too much in there, might take a while." Dante teased back, all getting aroused at the vision of that happening and enjoying the thought of that happening to him soon. "But what about Dorian? We can't forget her."

"Oh, you won't, sugar. You'll be fucking the beautiful out of me while he's fucking the pretty out of you then maybe he'll take a turn with me in the middle. See, I'm also very beautiful and there is a lot of beautiful in me, too…that and I love being in the middle of two gorgeous men, you know that. Ask our Fathers." She teased them back and winked at Dean who nodded, knowing it was true. She ended up being fucked by him and Sam that way far too often for it not to be true or between some of the other Nest members. They weren't picky, they loved sex with each other now and planned on doing it as soon as they got back to their Home. Then reflected they needed a bigger bed and she thought she knew just the person to buy one from…Vlad owned a custom bedding store. He had beds just big enough to fit them all. "We should move into their room now, we sleep there enough and fuck there. We're mated to them, too, you know that? What do you say, Father? Can we? Move into you and Sam's room, all of us that want to, that is."

"I'd love that, baby girl. Live in our room with us. Any of you that want to can move to our room, we're kind of Mated to you anyway." Dean agreed.

Daricus marveled how they just moved past what they had just done and back to normal life again. Like it was done and over with so they just meant to go from there. No more questions to ask.

Not like humans that asked a million of them and in awe and wonder at that. The vampires, this Nest, just didn't feel the need to nor did they feel awe and worship or the need to bow and worship them. They had taken it as just friendship from another person.

They could care less if he was a god and he liked that, too. They would see him as a friend not as some sacred person and that was a nice change. They wouldn't care how much power he had or that he was a god or anything like that. To them it was trivial next to his Truce with them. His alliance and friendship made him welcomed with them as a kindred soul not something to fear and worship. Their irreverent attitude and willingness to stand up to him, even to threaten to kill him, was very refreshing and he found he liked that more and more.

They cared not for the god trappings; they just expected him to keep his promises or they'd to their best to kill him, even if it meant it would kill them in the process.

That's when he knew he'd chosen Sam and Dean all that time ago correctly. They were just what he needed to use to save this world the way God wanted him to. He also saw why God loved them more than any other humans when they had been alive.

They really were the most unique beings he'd ever had the privilege of meeting. And thought that was a good thing, too.

It meant they would be good at their jobs, like they always were. "I must go, I've done my part here. This is for Sam, have him do the same as you just did and the circuit will be finished." Daricus said and smiled, offering his hand. "Friends?" He held out a golden box the size of a fist out to Dean and he took it, shaking his hand back.

"Friends." Dean said and nodded, not untrusting at all now. "You kept your word so we will keep ours."

"We'll be in touch." Daricus said. "Summon us with the directions from this scroll if you need me." He said handing him an old papyrus scroll with gold rope tying it shut. The pole it was wrapped around was ancient but solid, in good repair. "Goodbye, Dean. I am sorry your Nest was injured this night. Do you forgive me now?"

"Yes, I forgive you now." Dena said nodding. "Keep your pet away from us though; I will kill him if I see him. Owned or not, I don't give a shit."

"He wants to make amends, Dean. He knows he messed up. His Mate is fine, giving birth as we speak. Please try to forgive him, at least enough to let him apologize in person. He hates harming the pretty woman, he's really sorry." Daricus pleaded. "He was just doing what you do. Protecting his loved one. You know how he felt…you feel the same way about your own Nest…please try to forgive him. It was his instincts and he was grief-stricken, he didn't know what he was doing."

"I'll try." Dean said. "Give me time." He was willing to try if that was the case. He knew how badly it felt to think your loved ones were hurt. He'd consider forgiving the thing. But not right now, he was too pissed at it to do that.

He looked at Jo and saw she was reading journals and talking with the others, imprinting all the memories she could before it became impossible for her to do so. Soon she would remember nothing that didn't relate to the Nest and its Members. The rest would be erased, including her Dad, who Ellen barely recalled, and only through her journal reading even then. All other knowledge didn't stick when they tried to remember it, so they just let it go. There was no point in pursuing knowledge you could never keep; it was useless and a waste of time.

They all had agreed with this thought a long time ago and had accepted it as inevitable. Then moved on to becoming a better Nest member once they became true vampires like their Master, Dean.

"I will let him know, summon me when you are willing to talk to him then." Daricus agreed and thought dealing with vampires was turning out to be much simpler than dealing with humans, less need to deal with adoring and worshiping looks and the bowing got…annoying. He'd begun to imagine turning them into footballs and practicing his 'Field Goals' as the humans said! These beings wouldn't do anything like that and for that he would be eternally grateful to them. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Dean said and Daricus vanished on the spot.

Dean was grateful to be alone with his Nest once more. That and he was both hungry and horny, like the others.

So they needed to feed first…then would come the fucking…all very thoroughly done of course, everyone would get a turn, it was only fair of course.

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They soon found a field a few towns away and waited for nightfall. Then took blood from several cows as quietly as they could, not enough to make it obvious they had drank from them at all, using the darkness as their cover. Then fled to the cars and drank from Dorian, Dante, and Missouri before taking the blood packs, until their eyes were normal and they were well fed.

Then they took their lovers to bed again and took turns pleasing them. Then let them take them and have their ways with them as well, more than willing to do what it took to make them happy; to show they were loved. "My Mates…" Dean happily purred as he made love to Dorian and kissed her while Dante took his ass and did the same to him. Only to find him done the same to by the others as they went on for the rest of the night.

Then when all were sated and gasping, their bodies spent and their orgasms done, they let themselves rest for a bit and cuddled in a wonderful Vampire pile the way they preferred to end up in. Soft kisses were shared by them all and they smiled happily, savoring the moment's respite from the final hunt that was to come the next day.

And reflected that while they badly missed their other Vampire mates and lovers, their Nest members, they were also grateful to still have each other after all they had gone through so far. And thanked the gods that they had, knowing they had done a lot to help them survive it so far as well.

Dean smiled as he cuddled into Dorian's neck and scented her sweet scent and had to admit one thing…

Sometimes it really helped to have powerful friends…

Specifically those gods they were now allied with.

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(the next morning)

"I have a bad feeling, too, Dean, a psychic one. This next hunt is going to be really bad one, Father…we need to go now. They're going to need us soon." She said and he nodded, giving her her way. Mostly because he agreed with the 'bad feeling' thing and didn't want to risk losing his loved ones if they needed him now.

"Let's go now." Dean demanded. "We'll feed on the way if we have to, there's no time to waste. We have to go help them. We will just have to rest on the way up, you non-vampiric ones drive…we need to sleep, the day is taking us again. Sorry." He yawned and felt the cold vampiric fog stealing through him already. "Be careful, you heard him…this next hunt will much harder than these others we just did. We'll wake up in time to help you…promise." Then they settled in the back seats of the cars and began to pass out. Dante drove the Cuda, Dorian drove the Mustang, and Souri drove the Impala, their Vampiric mates already half out of it in the backseats of their vehicles already.

"Agreed." Dorian and the others said with worried looks. In minutes they were gone and headed to Sam and them. Dean kept calling his Mate as he fought the fog taking him… but he wasn't answering. "No answer yet?" She asked him worried.

"No, Bobby and Ellen aren't answering either…I'm worried. They always pick up." Dean said falling asleep finally with a frown on his face, his worry locked there, and they all drove faster, Dean mentally swearing to kill anyone, monster or human, that got in his way or tried to stop him from getting to his Nest members now…he had to be sure they were safe.

They were weaker when they were separated this way and they all knew it…and prayed that the evil they were hunting didn't figure it out, too, or they could all end up dead, god or no god blessings!

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(Prologue)

Near Dusk, Sam and the others woke up in the truck cab; the truck had been hidden carefully behind a copse of trees and eyed the broken phones and sighed.

They had killed the wolves that had broken into the room and hid the bodies in the back of the truck under a tarp. Cleaned the room of the blood but eyed the phones with worry. Dean must be frantic, Sam realized. He would be awake by now and calling again…and getting no answer would be freaking him out after what had happened to Bobby and Ellen.

So he headed to a convenience store and bought a cheap throwaway phone to call him with, knowing he needed to. And he dialed the new phone he'd just gotten; it may be just a throw away cheap thing but knew it would work. Dean picked up on the first ring. "Sam!" He said in relief. Yeah, Sam was right, Dean was worried. "What happened? Why aren't you guys answering your phones?!"

"Oh, the Pack sent a few enforcers to kill us, we got them but they demolished the room and broke our phones in the fight. We're taking them someplace private to burn them and hide again until you get here. You on your way?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Yes, two towns away, Flambeaux something. I can scent you already, baby. I'm close." Dean said. "What do you know so far?"

"It's a large one, close to twenty in it, a ton of Alpha types in it, too, surprisingly. Bobby said there's usually only one or two true Alphas in a Pack, but I scented at least seven here, maybe more. It's not a weak Pack at all." Sam said then offered. "Dean, I don't think they are the ones killing the people and eating the hearts; their scents don't match the ones on the bodies we looked at. Nor are their scents anywhere in the vicinity of where the bodies were found…I don't think they did it."

"Then who did?" Dean said thoughtfully.

"I'm betting another Wolf Pack is setting them up, several probably. Trying to take their territory if we kill them. They know we're here. So the bad ones probably do, too." Sam said then cried out in surprise.

"Sam!" Dean demanded and Sam said, "Dean, they're here. In front of us, we're stopped. I think they're taking us but I don't know if it's to talk or kill us, what should we do?"

"Put the Alpha on the phone, Sam, and I'll be there for you soon, don't worry." Dean said and Sam did so.

"You are this Nest's Master Vampire, or 'Father' as they are calling you, of this Nest?" A deep voice said, husky and somewhat gravelly.

"Yes, and I know you aren't doing the killings. My Mate and I have come to that conclusion already. We're sorry we encroached on your territory, but we're not just vampires, we are hunters, too. You have several killings in your area by werewolves eating hearts. We're just here to check that out." Dean reassured him. "I realize we killed some of your members but they attacked us first! You cannot fault us defending ourselves. Don't harm them and I won't harm you. I recommend a Truce. We have lost a loved one in our Nest and we hear you did, too. You shouldn't have sent them after us, that's your own damn fault. Let the death end, there's been enough of it, don't you think? Do not harm Sam or my Nest Members or I'll kill you. But I am also willing to talk with you and help if you don't."

"You could just leave." The voice said.

"No, we can't do that. But we can help track and kill them with you." Dean compromised.

"Fine, we're taking them to our Packlands, meet us there. I do not fault you for defending yourselves. And they weren't my wolves, so there is no offense to us. They are not of my Pack, probably of the other one trying to move into my territory…I'll have them examined before you destroy their bodies with fire. I don't' like that our patrols missed them… of course we were tracking you at the time, so we could have been too distracted…bastards probably used you as a diversion. Sneaky fuckers! Look, we promise to make your Mate and Nest members comfortable and not harm them, no matter what the others say. On my word as Alpha of my Pack. We'll let you in when you get there." The voice said. "You are close, I smell you already; I will let them leave the bodies at the gate then have them go in…so we can examine them together as a sign of good faith between us… see you in half an hour. We will set you up in a living quarters for a bit. You will be honored guests and therefore very welcome. Here is our address." The voice said then told him where it was, too. "See you soon, Dean." And hung up.

"I'll be there." Dean said and sped to his loved ones, especially Sam. And prayed they got the rogue wolves before they got them. Or at least they didn't get his Nest members again.

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Next Chapter: Our Vampires find themselves working with a Pack to stop the deaths in their area. Will this work or is mixing werewolves and vampires a bad idea?