TTGBITN: Chapter 10

A/N: Sorry to have taken so long to get this out, turns out the Muse for this story is a feedback junkie. I had to lock her in a closet until she helped my turn this out. Hope you enjoy this little beginning tidbit of lemony goodness.

True Blood belongs to Allan Ball. Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke. Criminal Minds belongs to Jeff Davis. All OC's Belong to me, see my profile on others playing with them.

Chapter released: May 22, 2012.

The story so far…

"That all?" Sam asked brusquely.

"For now" Magan verified.

"Then I'm taking off. Agents Hotchner, Rossi, Prentiss, Reid – it was nice to meet you." He turned and started up the stairs.

"Sammy … wait up – I need to get my bag." Sam snorted, but paused to wait for his brother to bound up the stairs ahead of him.

Softly Magan said, "Sam … "

"Yeah … "Sam scowled.

"He'll be fine."

Sam merely shrugged noncommittally and headed after his brother. When they were beyond earshot Prentiss asked the question all of them were thinking. "So what was that about?

Quietly Magan explained, "Dean has impulse control issues; gives him an advantage when he's hunting, not so great for other things. I made sure he ingested some vampire blood because I knew it would keep his here instead of at some bar drinking and hitting on girls till he gets lucky, and then we'd have to find him tomorrow. It's easier just to keep him here and fuck him myself, as I'm attracted to almost as much as I am to Erik. Sam isn't happy about it because last time Erik blood bonded him."

Primly, Prentiss asked, "Excuse me?"

Magan smiled, "Get used to it. Blood and sex; sex and blood – it always seems to go together around vampires, and there is lots of both. Between the sex, the implied and real violence, the tension, and everything else it is a very… sensual atmosphere to dwell in."

"You're kidding."

"Not at all. You'll be seeing lots more situations like this – and this is mild compared to some of what goes on around here. One difference - usually no one else touches me except for Erik – tonight is an anomaly."

Perplexed, Agent Rossi asked, "Why are Alric and Dean Winchester allowed to touch you?"

"Alric is easy – he made Godric, and Godric made Erik; so he's in Erik's direct vampire lineage. Dean is different in that I am very attracted to him for some reason; if I weren't irrevocably bonded to Erik … who knows. Erik and I share emotions, so he feels the same pull I do. Since vampires have a fairly different view of what sex is than humans they tend to be bisexual – though most have a preferred gender. Thus Erik would have no problems physically joining Dean and I in bed – Dean is the holdout. However, with our shared emotions and telepathy Erik may as well be present. Both Winchesters know this – Dean chooses to only selectively remember while Sam tries to make him remember."

"Both of you can do this?" Aaron asked

Magan nodded in confirmation, adding, "It's not really a vampire thing – it's more of a bond issue." She grinned, "I was doing the same with him when you first entered the bar – remember the blonde he entered with? That was one of his meals and mentally I was in his office with them."

Agent Hotchner reflected on what she had said, then after looking at the time changed the subject. "We should be leaving so that we can get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll go set up all the information we have – including the maps the Winchesters gave us – in the early afternoon." He paused again, "A question – why do you handle most of the speaking Magan?"

Erik answered, "We have found human groups are more comfortable around us if she takes charge. Around vampires our roles reverse – for different reasons."

Hotch replied, "I suspected as much. We will see you tomorrow then."

The BAU team said their good byes and started out. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Dean headed down. He called out, "Leaving already?"

Hotch nodded, "It's been a long day."

Dean, with a nod to each of the agents in turn, bid them farewell in his own way. "See ya later then Captain America, Geek Boy, W squared, and you … I'm not sure what to call you yet." He concluded with Agent Rossi.

"W squared?" Prentiss asked archly.

With a smirk he shot back, "Wonder Woman."

After the team left, Dean looked from Magan to Erik. Raising a single eyebrow he asked, "So now what do we do?"

In response, Erik pulled Magan roughly to himself, marking her as his with mouth and hands. As she moaned and pressed herself against him he bit her lip – using a fang to draw blood, and then licked it slowly away before scraping along her jaw and down her neck with his fangs. Hoarsely he whispered in her ear, "You are mine!" as he pressed the hardness of his arousal against her aching mound.

As she stood there she swayed as if in a trance; Erik growled to Dean, "Come … take her"; breaking Dean out of the spell keeping him from looking away. Although it felt wrong somehow - Erik's possessive display really turned him on, and his own member strained against the tight fabric of his jeans. When he took hold of Magan to steady her, she turned and fell against him – further enflaming him. Not knowing what else to do, Dean looked into her face and gently brushed a lock of her face out of it.

A lust-filled voice interrupted, "I will be on my throne. Use the main bedroom." Dean felt a breeze and when he glanced up Erik was nowhere to be seen. A sense of emptiness and relief flooded over him. With all the tension and electricity in the room he knew that if Erik had suggested they both take Magan into the bedroom together he wouldn't have been able to resist.

Tentatively he began gently began raining kisses on her lips - but it didn't seem to be what she wanted. Decisively, she slid her hands under his shirt aggressively tracing her nails over the contours of his chiseled muscles, and then causing him to groan in pleasure as she scratched them over his nipples. Swiftly reaching around behind him, she raked her nails down his back; then swiftly unfastening his jeans with one hand before slipping both under the waistband and cupping his ass.

"God … Magan …you're a damn drug." He moaned out lustily, feverishly intensifying his kisses before taking possession of her lips. As she deepened the kiss, he tasted the coppery tang of her blood leftover from Erik's possessive display. He repressed a snort of laughter at himself as he realized just how true his statement had been. She was his drug of choice – Sammy was right, they ought not to have returned. The one woman he was attracted to who could actually understand his job – and probably would join him in hunts if she were his; and she would reject him instantly if he asked her to come with him because of a vampire – a vampire! He faltered for a second; it just kept getting funnier and funnier.

She looked into his eyes and calmly declared, "You think too much."

He smiled back ruefully, "Anyone else who knows me would say I don't think enough."

"There is more to you than you think Dean Winchester." She refuted.

Dean wistfully began, "Maybe in another life … "

Magan quietly interrupted, "No – never, I will be vampire. We can have this … but never anything more. My life, and death, is already mapped out for me." She said as she cupped my face between her hands and began a slow smoldering kiss. Hungrily I matched her intensity. When we came up for air, she asked in a low voice, "Is this what you want?"

Wordlessly I nodded, for me there was no choice to make.

"Then come with me," She purred smoothly as she reached for my hand. Like an addict, I relinquished control to my drug and followed her into the huge bedroom.

Oh boy! What is Dean getting into now? And how do you think the different members of the BAU team are reacting to what they have seen so far?

Remember – Muse for this story is a feedback junky, please make her happy and she'll be easier to work with.