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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: Werewolves are eating hearts and the vampires find themselves trapped in the middle of a Werewolf battle for Packlands. The only problem is that Dean and the Nest find themselves liking the good Wolves and strangely drawn to the Alpha of them. Will they be able to help them or will they end up losing along with their new friends and allies?

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Dean pulled up at the gate, the very well locked and fortified gate, complete with privacy strips on the links. Like Bobby's, reminding him of the home he wished they were at right now, rather than a Packlands they really hadn't planned on being in at all.

Some Werewolves eating human hearts, supposedly simple…even if it was a Pack. As vampires they could have handled that. But getting caught between two Packs fighting over one piece of territory? No, he hadn't expected that and hated the thought of what they had gotten into because of this long string of bad hunts that had cost him lives; lives he meant to discuss with the Alpha.

As soon as they opened the gate, he could smell their musky fur from here. It smelled rather pleasant surprisingly, he'd always heard that vampires found the smell of Werewolves acrid and very bitter smelling, but he didn't find it either way. It seemed to be…tantalizing really; he liked the smell and wanted to smell more of it. Very manly and animal-like as well, mixed; he could smell the human in them, too. He had always liked the smell of men and the musky fur reminded him of woods and forests. Places he'd been hunting evil things in most of his life; so it wasn't a bad or unknown smell to him either. Why they were merely watching him however was annoying.

"We were told to come here by your Alpha. Let us in." Dean said trying for diplomatic but ending up sounding grumpy. "Look, my Mate is in there and so is the rest of my Nest and I am currently stuck here standing by several dead Wolf carcasses here… and they stink. So please open the gate before I do it for you. That or I'll just burn them right here outside your lovely gate…I could see myself doing that…" He pretended to be considering it more now, flicking his lighter to see if they took the hint. He really was tired of smelling the strangely decomposing Werewolf corpses…they hadn't turned human but were still dead and they were rapidly losing cohesion and not in the cellular way. More like they were getting juicy way too quickly. The journals hadn't mentioned anything as gross as this or he'd have remembered that!

He held his breath as the wind shifted and the smell of the bodies hit him again. Ugh, these corpses were ghastly things; stinky didn't even cover it.

The gates slowly opened to reveal a tall man, around thirty, with a happy type of face, not dark or sinister at all.

"I sure hope you are the Alpha I spoke to…these corpses are doing some weird shit that I've never seen Wolf carcasses do and I'm all for burning them right the hell now. That and my Mate and Nest members better be unharmed and really guests or we'll be answering the age old question of who would win between a Wolf and a vampire in a death match." Dean threatened and held his breath again, momentarily forgetting he didn't actually have to breathe; he just did it out of habit. It was suddenly getting really hard to ignore the ripe smell of decomposing bodies in the bed of the truck… "I meant it when I said I would leave you guys alone if you left them alone. They are hurt, you guys get hurt… I meant that, too."

"I know that. I'm Grimwold Richardson. Yes, that's really my name. You can call me Grim. What do you mean they are doing 'weird shit'?" Grimwold, the man in question, asked after shaking Dean's hand.

"Well, for one, they aren't turning human but are dead, we've checked. And they are going gooey, melting actually, and stinking worse by the second…see for yourself. I've never seen anything decompose this quickly. It's weird." Dean said taking him to the tarp covered bodies and held his nose as he yanked it back so the Alpha could see for himself. Grimwold threw up when the smell hit him and did his best to recover his dignity as he stood up from over the bush he'd just thrown up behind. "Told you so." Dean taunted smugly then found himself vividly reminded to remember to hold his breath again as the ripe smell hit his nose again.

"Yeah, we don't die that way…it's like someone took a real Wolf and turned it into a man/Wolf creature, and set up a failsafe if they got caught…fuck, that shit is rank!" Grim said holding his nose as well now, not even daring to breathe. "Get inside. Fuck examining them, just burn them right inside the gate! You two, get the Pack to set up a bonfire to do that right now right inside the gate and get it burning really hot!"

"On it, Grim." A tan blond surfer-looking Werewolf said and rushed to open the gate more then ran with the other Wolves to get the bonfire ready; not able to take being around the corpses either. He seemed to be as freaked out as they were by them.

"So…come see. Your Mates are in their own cottage, right next to the big white house. I kept them close in case anyone got a stupid idea to mess with them. I told them not to but you can't always trust some Wolves to obey every order. So far we're willing to get to know them…but they are reluctant to be near us. They haven't left their cottage since I brought them here. And they won't let us in either. I take it you don't trust Werewolves very much…if it's our scents, I apologize. I'm aware our scent can be repugnant to you vampires." Grim said smiling. "I'm sorry if our scent offends you."

"It doesn't. I rather like it." Dean said calmly, leaning in to scent him as well, eyes closing at how good that male musky smell was. Surprising himself and Grim by getting hard from the scent of the Alpha alone. "I like the smell of men and am used to the musky scent; you get used to it when you go down on your male Mate enough. I also smell forests, earth, trees, and woods in it, it's very…woodsy." He said after carefully considering the word he wanted to use to describe it, and nodded in approval once he said it. "It's very tantalizing, sexy really. I love that scent you Wolves have."

"Oh, well, thank you then." Grim said and scented him. Repaying the honor he'd bestowed on him as the other Wolves watched them curiously as they did so. "You smell of vampire, blood but not human blood, and musk as well, and man. But also of animal…must be the animal blood you drink. Most vamps give off the scent of death and human blood, you don't. It's a nice change. You don't smell of death at all. You also smell of…power….strangely enough."

"We'll explain that later." Dean said vaguely, knowing now was not the time nor place to discuss their new godhood issue. He needed his Nest now, he could smell them already and was barely restraining himself from running in to find them. "Sam…" He saw his Mate approaching and smiled widely as he was swept up in his arms and soundly kissed, both moaning but letting go so they could greet the others. Then swept them up in his arms and kissed them just like Dean had kissed Sam, full of passion and relief, smelling them to make sure they were okay. The rest of the Nest doing the same.

The Wolves watched this as well, letting them greet each other with love and concern, thinking that it was touching and sweet in its own way. "Are you okay?" Dean asked, eyes checking Sam for injuries he could be hiding already.

"No, they were nice. We just aren't sure of them yet…they are giving us space. We wanted to see how they reacted to you first, baby." Sam said and hugged him close again. "I missed you! I love you."

"Missed you, too. Love you, Sammy." Dean said tenderly and kissed him again, gentler this time. "My Sammy, my Mate…"

"Yes, I am." Sam said and smiled happily, finally feeling like he was where he belonged again…by Dean's side and with his Nest.

"Can we talk privately now? I have questions." Grimwold said nervously eying them, hoping they could. These new 'Wolves' puzzled him and, since they were hunters, they might know why they were so…yucky. Yeah, he thought, that seemed like a good enough description…yucky.

"Sure. Lead the way." Dean said tugging Sam along with him, not wanting to let him out of his sight right yet. He'd missed him too much to feel comfortable about doing that yet.

Then they headed in and followed the Alpha in, hoping they could get to the bottom of this before it got any worse.

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Soon after, they sat in the study talking privately. And Grimwold explained the problem. Some Wolves were killing people and, when they tracked them, they just seemed to vanish, their scents too faint to follow. "It's like they aren't Werewolves at all, it's strange." He said. "Even when a Wolf transforms back into a person, they still have the Wolf scent…these just don't. Do you know what could do that? Because I can tell you now, my Wolves don't do anything those other Wolves have done so far. They don't seem to be Wolves at all but I can't figure out what they could be otherwise."

"Could be Skinwalkers, Native American legends mention men who take animal skins and absorb their essences through a ritual then they become whatever once wore the skin. They could have killed a Werewolf, took its skin, did the ritual, and became one… sort of. The scent isn't really Wolf, so it would be faint." Dean pointed out. "It would also vanish once they took human form again since it's still just a borrowed form and not their own…Wolf smell stays on your skin, even when human…you didn't smell them after a certain point of tracking them, right?" Dean asked, slowly coming to the conclusion it could be Skinwalkers. Some did the touch thing and turned into humans and some skinned animals and animal based shifters and became like them, it all depended on the Skinwalkers preferences. Shapeshifter were the ones that did the human thing and Skinwalker did the animals, they were both two sides of the same supernatural species. Bobby had books and books of lore on it and they'd been studying it for months now. They were very different types of monsters though, Skinwalkers were more like witches that used magic to do their thing though and Shapeshifters had abilities that let them copy memories of their prey and just shift into their forms, minus the eyes flashing in light and on video that gave their true natures away. It's how they caught them either way. Dean explained this to Grim now and he nodded, understanding finally and finding it extremely disturbing at the same time…ewww!

"Yeah, that puzzled us…makes them damn hard to track. I can tell you that much." Grimwold said irritably.

"Well, maybe…See, any kind of magic leaves a scent on the person who did it, we've proven that as hunters. So if we can find the scent of their magic; we can track that back to wherever they are." Dean pointed out. "It is harder to track magic but you can. I can smell it and so you should be able to, once you know how it smells. Not everyone knows that, so it doesn't surprise me. We hunters had to learn its smell, you never had to. There's nothing wrong with that."

"What is the smell then? I've never smelled magic." Grimwold admitted.

"Well, when the witches went after Rufus, I smelled an exotic phosphorus scent and earth…they worshiped on dirt and their magic left the phosphorus scent on their skins; each varied but that unique phosphorus smell was the underlying constant. So maybe…we…wait, where did the smell fade? Can you pinpoint it at all?" Sam said, coming up with an idea.

"We followed them until they were near our Packlands then they were gone." Grimwold said then thought about it. "Our lands are large so it still makes it hard to find them." He groaned and added. "I don't know what we can do if the killings keep up, we'll have to go somewhere else, start over…I don't want to leave. This is our Home but my Pack's safety comes first."

"That makes sense. We should try to stop them first. We feel the same way about our home with Bobby; our Nest comes first, too. This shouldn't cost you your home and that would just give them what they wanted. Your land." Dean said. "We can help you."

"I'd appreciate it. They do say your vampiric sense of smell is sharper than ours…we should let you try. How about we show you where the deaths happened and see if you can scent them?" Grimwold suggested. They did know how magic smelled better than he did.

"That would work." Dean said.

"So how did you become vampires and how can you still be hunters? I have several PackMates here that used to be hunters but quit when they were turned." Grimwold said. "They were worried they'd be hunted."

"That's true. But if you hide it well enough, you can be both a hunter and what you hunt. You just have to be sure to control your urges, be they for blood or whatnot, and avoid showing your powers or abilities around them. Use what you know to hide from them…there are tricks to it. It's trickier and harder to do but we do it all the time. Staying away from humans and not drinking their blood helps hide you better, too. And watching how often we drink animals. And we only take a little from several of them usually…not enough that they will show we did it and they are just as fine as they always were. No harm done to them at all." Dean admitted.

"So what…how did you become Mates this way, it seems odd hunters would Mate this way…I always heard vampires turned on each other when they Turned at first…it's a feral thing." Grimwold asked curiously.

"We were brothers for years, in love but hiding it but always very close, then a lust spell made us have sex. We've been together ever since. Turning didn't change that feeling, just intensified it." Sam added. "We'll tell you all of it, maybe you'll understand better then." Then proceeded to skim through their lives with their Dad, what they could remember from reading in the journals, and hunting, and then hunting together, ending up with them turning. "We've loved each other all our lives. Once we Turned, the moment we saw each other we knew we were Mated already. It was just…there."

"So you really didn't attack the humans in the cell with you?" Grimwold didn't understand how they could have fought the thirst that way. They'd be the first to do it that he'd ever heard of.

"No, we warned them away, stayed away from them. Then killed the Master that Turned us and locked them in so we weren't a danger to them. We've never fully fed from a human, not once. A taste from our Nest members but that's it. Well, not true. We killed Gordon Walker. He was this rogue batshit crazy hunter that was trying to kill us for no reason, he said we weren't human and we had to defend ourselves, plus it seemed like a waste of good blood not to drink him once Bobby shot him dead." Sam explained, "Just him and never anyone ever again; you are perfectly safe with us." He explained how it happened and Grimwold agreed that it was best they had killed him.

"He would have killed Sam and Bobby that day. We Wolves would have done it, too." Grimwold said in admiration. "It wasn't murder at all, it was self-defense."

"We thought so, too." Dean agreed. Both calmly stating this fact and not finding it in the least sociopathic.

"So, what do you want us to do…try the scenting or meet them first?" Sam asked.

"Meet them. Then we'll wait until we switch shifts on our patrols in town. We keep hoping to catch them before they kill again or in the act before they can finish it…worst case scenario. We're covering every bar, taking places near where the deaths keep occurring. It's the only thing we could think of…they seem to be avoiding us better than they should be able to. I'm beginning to suspect we have a spy in our midst helping them. I've tried changing around our areas we patrol, changing it up often, but…damn it, they keep finding ways to escape around our patrols. There haven't been any more deaths since we've started doing it, so it's partially working." Grimwold said and stood. "Anyway, we should go meet them. They are waiting for us to finish talking."

"Yes, we should." Dean agreed and Sam stood as well and joined them in the center of the compound where logs were set up to sit on in a circle, another log in the middle for the Alpha to sit.

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The Wolves were friendly, and with some of the other Nest members warming to them now, the rest of the Wolves were trying harder to talk and be around them now.

"Sam, Dean, tell them about the Skinwalkers." Grimwold said.

Their attention went straight to Dean now. Some of the Wolves seemed to know about them already and didn't look surprised, Dean figured they were the former hunters Turned Wolf.

He explained about skinwalkers and how it fit what they found happening with their scents. "You won't smell them in human form, just when they are wearing the skins. That's why you lose their scents." Dean explained eventually. "If we can find the magic in their scents, we can track that. They don't lose that part, just the animal they took the form of."

"What does magic smell like?" One asked.

"Like an exotic perfume mixed with Phosphorus." Dean pointed out. "It burns the nose, you'll know it when you smell it. It doesn't stink…it just burns like a bitch, much worse than ammonia really, you'll know it when you smell it, trust me; that and it makes the eyes water."

"We would like to go with you, see if we can scent it as well." The Wolf said.

"That would work." Dean agreed, the Wolves knowing the scent would work for them as well.

"You can go with the next patrol, which is running late…" Grimwold said and eyed the gate. "They are an hour late."

"We could go check for you." Dante said and Dorian stood with him. A couple Wolves did the same.

"Fine, go see if they are okay." Grimwold said and Dean nodded, approving it as well.

They drove out in the Mustang with Dorian driving to do it. The others watched them go worried and silent. Dean kept his mind open for his people's messages. Grimwold did the same.

Sometime later, they got responses. 'We're forming teams…a vamp and Wolf each.' Dante sent.

'Good, be careful. Let us know what you find.' Dean sent back.

'Yes, Father, I will.' Dante sent.

'Alpha, we found some of them.' One Wolf sent Grimwold. 'They were torn apart…but some are missing.'

'Who all did you find?' Grimwold asked. He told Dean what they had said.

'Steven, Cera, Julian, and Carl. Leo, Damien, and Lara are missing from the group but there is a lot of blood here. Dante is…shit!' He yelped then Grimwold shouted for him to tell him what is going on. 'He just sent fire on them, ashed them…sorry, not used to having the Pheonix Hunter around, you know how his powers scare us.'

'Let's not leave the authorities any more bodies to find.' Grimwold sent. 'He did the right thing.'

'Yes, Alpha. I smell what he was saying about that magic smell, it really really burns! And it's still strong here…I think they got in some good blows. With this much blood here, they definitely got some of their blood on them.' The Wolf sent.

'Found the others…it looks like they tried to run to warn you and got killed for it.' Another Wolf sent. 'Wait, one's missing…Leo's not here.'

"He could have been the spy." Dean told Grimwold, who was also monitoring the Pack mind with him mentally now. "They must have caught someone doing something or saw something they weren't meant to see." He seemed to think about it for a minute then smiled. "We can track them now." Dean said. "We'll go with some of them, meet up with our people, and find them."

"Bring Leo back, I want to talk to him personally. He has to answer for killing my people!" Grimwold growled.

"I'd just kill him." Dean said coldly. "But that's just me."

"Oh, he'll die, that's a given." Grimwold said coldly, too. "I just want to be sure he's a traitor."

"We should go then." Dean said and his Nest stood with him, some Wolves went to them as well. Soon they were calling Dante and meeting them by the forest, where the Wolf scent ended but the magic one persisted.

They hoped to find out what the hell was going on really damn soon.

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Soon later they came back, dragging the man with them in human form and he shivered in terror in their hold on him. Piss in his clothes. He'd peed himself in terror and Dorian was pissed. Her backseat smelled like piss and she didn't like that at all. But he was badly injured and crying…but still alive, as the Alpha had asked for him to be.

Dean dragged him across the ground to Grimwold and tossed him at his feet like a rag doll. "There he is…you should hear what he told us…it was…touching." He growled with red eyes on the man. He was furious! Rage turned his eyes red momentarily, he'd gotten used to it. It faded eventually. "He set them up and called the Skinwalkers in to ambush them. That's why you didn't find him…his 'Mate' took him with him knowing you'd suspect something…not that it saved him…" Dean smiled gruesomely at the man. "Did it?"

"You tore him apart!" The man cried.

"Yes, I did. And I enjoyed it." Dean said bending down to touch his face. "One thing about Skinwalkers I've always liked… they are extremely fragile. They tear like tissue paper when you just barely pull hard enough. You chose the wrong 'Mate', Wolfling."

"Armand…" The man whimpered and dissolved into a pile of sobs.

"I take it that was your Mate?" Grimwold growled angrily.

The Wolf didn't answer, just sobbed. That told him all he needed to know. "Answer me! If you killed your family for the guy, you should at least be man enough to admit to it!"

"Yes. He was my Mate." Leo said and cried some more.

"Tell us everything…or we'll just give you back to the vamps to play with you again." Grimwold threatened. Whatever they'd done to him had worked, he had to admit that much. He watched in amusement as the man peed himself again at that thought and shook his head. "Then talk."

The man told him about meeting his Mate in a bar, being taken to his home and Mating to him. He was human when he'd done it. Then he'd put on his skin and turned to a Wolf and Mated with him that way. Then he'd met the rest of them and agreed to spy for them. They wanted the Wolves' land. Grim's Wolves had caught them killing in their skins and were going to tell the Pack so he'd called in the Skinwalkers and led them into the trap. His Mate had asked him to so he 'd done it. He'd have done anything for his Mate.

"We followed the magic smell to them and moved in on them. This one was being protected by one in a skin. We ripped it off him and killed him. The others took care of the other Skinwalkers. They are all dead, trust me." Dean said. "He wouldn't talk or tell us what was going on, so we were forced to resort to other methods to get him to talk for us…he talked eventually."

The other Wolves with Dean seemed unfazed by his actions and Grim could tell they approved of them. "He's a traitor, a very willing one…you should kill him. Just saying. It's your choice. You're lucky he wanted you alive. Wolves are more merciful apparently." Dean spat. "Me, if you'd killed my Nest Mates that way, well…I'd have just killed you and left you to rot next to your dead 'Mate'!"

"Kill me, just kill me. My Mate…he's gone…" The Wolf sobbed again and they let him be.

Grimwold seemed harden his eyes at this sight. "Yeah, dying isn't always an option when your Mate dies…sometimes you have to live without them…and that is infinitely worse." He looked sad at this point. "You dying to be with him is a mercy, you living without him…that is the real punishment." He sighed. "Take him to the cell, let him be, don't harm him. His punishment is well underway already."

"You aren't going to kill him?" Sam asked confused.

Grimwold looked devastated as he looked back at him, eyes lost in a memory. "No, what he faces now, a lifetime without his Mate…seeing him die in front of him that way…this is much worse than any death I could ever give him. Death would be too quick. He'll die by inches…that is his punishment now." He left the area now, heading to his room with wet eyes. "It's the worse punishment. I should know, I'm still living with mine."

They watched him go with concern on their faces. They could tell he needed time alone but that he too had lost a Mate….and it was killing him inside, too.

The vampires touched their Mates and held them close at this realization. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, Sam."

"Me either." Sam said resting his head to his shoulder. "I don't want to find out either."

"Me either." Bobby said hugging Ellen close, and she echoed it.

Dante and Victor pulled Dorian close and nodded to her, all mentally saying they could never do without her or each other either.

Rufus and Missouri held hands and nodded to each other, relaying the same sentiment.

The Wolves seemed to be doing the same thing. All could sense this was something was hurting their Alpha and had been for a very long time. They had sensed it before but had let it go. But this thing with Leo had made it worse for him and they wanted to know why.

"We'll get him to talk about it." Sam said to the Wolves as they stared after their unhappy Alpha.

"We want to be there when you do. This hurts him, so it hurts us." His Beta said quietly.

"Deal." Dean agreed and tried to figure out when the best time to bring it up. Sure he could find a moment that would work best.

Something was breaking that Alpha, something to do with his own lost Mate; something he really wanted to know.

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A few hours later, they went to check on Leo and found him dead. He'd pried a bar from the cell and stabbed himself through the heart, and bled out on the floor.

The cage had been made of pure silver, so it had killed him instantly. They called the Alpha in and showed him.

"What do you want us to do with him?" Cyrus, the Beta asked.

"Burn him." Grimwold said with haunted eyes. Though he was sure it had burned the whole time it was killing him, he was positive that Leo had been the lucky one…at least his pain was over…Grim's never would be.

Not until the day he died.

And, as he spotted his dying message on the floor, he wiped it out with the toe of his boot and cried again. And walked away, never looking back.

The message had been simple…"I'm sorry."

"Apology not accepted." He growled to the corpse and meant every word. He never would forgive him his treachery but…he could sympathize with why he'd done it and why he'd killed himself…but still thought that Leo had got off easy here.

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They were resting by the fireplace the next night, relieved it was over and trying to find the right words and moment to bring up the subject of Grimwold's lost Mate. He was withdrawing in on himself, and Sam could tell that his Pack was only getting more worried for him as he did it. He wanted to help him.

"I was so worried when I couldn't reach you, Sam. Thought something took you from me…it scared me." Dean said as he held Sam close, sharing a cup of blood with him. Dorian had poured some into mugs from blood bags for them. They'd fed from her and Dante already and the Wolves promised to take them hunting later at the Nature Preserve several towns over.

"No, it didn't. They broke our phones, I'm sorry I worried you…I know how rough it was for you, Dean." Sam said and kissed his neck lovingly. "I'm still here."

"You almost weren't." Dean said softly and held him tightly. "Thought they got you, too."

Grimwold watched their loving display and looked even sadder.

"Grim, what happened to your Mate? You see us happy with ours and it seems to hurt you, and we don't mean to hurt you…tell us what happened…please?" Sam urged.

"I had a Mate who was taken from me and died so I understand how you could worry so much about your own. That's all. She died, it's that simple." Grimwold said sadly, pain in his face.

"We told you ours, tell us yours." Dean said gently. "What happened to her?"

"My Alpha killed her. Not directly but…yeah, he killed her. You see, I was an Alpha in a pack composed mostly of weaker Wolves. All were supposed to submit to the main Alpha, another one, not me. Not sexually, but with the' bowing and simpering Submission in fear' thing… but they were expected to submit to his authority that way. I refused to submit that way, be cowled enough to bow like some coward to him. I was an Alpha, I did not bow to anyone that way and he knew that. Yet…I said I'd follow him, obey, but not that. He didn't take it very well." Grimwold said eyes downcast, his own Pack Mates watching him with horror.

"You've never expected submission from us and we're mostly Alphas…" One said softly in surprise.

"No, I never would. Alphas don't submit. We may bottom for our male lovers but we are only bottoming, not submitting. Bottoming does not mean submission; sometimes it means giving back to your lover what they gave you…a show of love. Not the same thing." Grimwold explained, "He…dragged my Mate and I to the Meeting area. It was this large enclosed place, with trees all around it. We met there for important discussions…but there would be no discussions that night."

He seemed to shrink in on himself then speak again. Eyes shut tight, voice quiet and full of pain, lost in a memory too painful to face. "He told me to submit or I would pay. I said no, then I was beaten but still didn't yield. So he took my Mate instead." He cried now. "He raped her in front of the pack and made me watch. Until her female Wolf submitted to him and our…bond broke. He kept taking her long after her female Wolf submitted to his ownership of her and loved him for it. But her human part, it hated him still. He got her with Pup, even when we both promised to submit to him, if he would just stop. We both knew what pregnancy would do to her, you see."

"So if she got pregnant, she'd…" Dean was trying to be delicate here.

"Die. She'd never carry it to full term. The doctor had said so. We always used protection and I had already agreed we would not have kids, that maybe we would use a surrogate Wolf later if we decided to. Many females in the Pack did that for others, we could have talked to one of them later…but it was too late, she was with his pup, her Wolf Mated to him now. He smiled as he got off her and she clung to him, in half form of course, not human. I should point that out. He repulsed her as a human, he told me so later in a letter, after she died. Then he called me on the phone I'd given her, wasn't that a slap in the face, eh? But I digress, first he got her pregnant while her Wolf turned whore for him…and once he was sure she was with Pup…and belonged to him by then… he said we could talk privately since she was his now. We cried and talked in our old home, on our old bed we would never share again. She smelled of him now, not me, and I had no right to her." Grimwold said sadly.

"The hell you didn't!" Dean growled along with his Nest, all disagreeing with that concept entirely. The Wolves eyed them with wonder, clearly agreeing with the Wolf Alpha though.

"I didn't. According the Wolf law, you do not touch another Wolf's Mate. It is death if you do." Grimwold said gently, loving the fact that this man had stood up for him when no one else ever had, had spoken what he's always felt was true in his heart. He and his Nest alone agreed with why he still hurt over it. The others never would and, as much as that saddened him, it would also make it so he could never fully trust himself to be totally honest with them about his feelings ever again. He couldn't trust them fully because of their blind faith in Wolf Law.

Apparently it actually takes a Vampire to understand that kind of pain.

"When we Mate, even if another takes them from us…we fucking kill them and get them back, scent or no scent. They are still ours, no matter who fucks them or marks them. Our Matings are eternal, nothing will break them in our eyes. So he could break the law and touch and take your Mate but you couldn't touch her yourself, even though she was your Mate first…that's total bullshit!" Dean growled. "Wolf laws suck! Here's hoping you don't hold us to them, we'd never be able to obey them."

"We won't, and you're right, Wolves and vampires see it differently. Mating is a complicated issue when any species is involved, the most complicated to deal with really. Yes, he broke them but not in the strictest sense. I had refused to submit to him, so he unmanned me for it, totally and completely, including taking her from me. Under their law, when taking control of another disobedient Pack member, it is allowed. Not said outright but it has happened before and the council has done nothing to the Alpha that did it. So I knew it would do no good to go to them to report him for it. It's seen as a 'punishment'…" Grimwold agreed. "Well, she told me to go. She said she had agreed to accept him as her new Mate in return for my life and my banishment. I objected but she said he'd kill me otherwise. That he'd been planning on it anyway. I was his only competition and any Wolf knows that couldn't be ignored."

"So he'd let you go?" Dean said and marveled at it, he wouldn't have.

"Yes, living out my long life in disgrace and humiliation, forever separated from the one person I loved…yeah, that was much worse than death to me." Grimwold said and nodded. "Just as he knew it would be. We kissed anyway, and I told her I loved her still and she said she still loved me, but it had to be this way. One of us had to live, you see. She knew the moment he got her with pup, her death would happen. And she said this way it would ensure he'd never touch her again after that. She'd be free of him. But she promised that her heart and soul would always be with me. So I left and gave her a prepaid phone with unlimited minutes I paid on for her and us every month from a job I'd gotten at a diner at that point…so we could keep in touch as humans, since her Wolf was enthralled to him. She asked me to forgive her for wanting him that way and I did. I knew it wasn't her fault. I hated him for it though but didn't threaten to kill him. I asked that we still be allowed to talk via phone only, told him about it. He agreed if I kept away that we could stay in touch and the phone would be hers. He knew hearing her voice but never touching her again, never seeing her again, no matter what we said to each other, would drive the knife deeper each time that we did it. I knew it would but I had to have her voice, even if that's all I got until she died."

He sighed and tears slid down his cheeks. "We talked daily, twice a day if he didn't keep her in Wolf form for a long period. In Wolf form, I was forgotten in favor of the Wolf's love for him. So he called her Wolf out and kept her that way whenever he got tired of her human-self fighting him, ignoring him, hating him. It was hell for her being both ways, loving him and me, one as Wolf and one as human. Then the calls just stopped. I missed her voice but figured he got tired of my calling her and I knew her time to have the pup was near when the calls stopped so I suspected she was dead. Damn, that broke me…I wanted to die with her but failed every time...I was suicidal for a bit. Then he wrote me, after I'd begun to get my life somewhat back together again. I had friends and was forming my own Pack here by then. He said she was gone, she'd died giving birth. The pup was fine but she was dead. I said he got what was his at least. He agreed but sounded sad about that…he said he'd loved her eventually but she'd never really loved him. The Wolf was all instinct but there was no heart in it, no soul, no warm body to hold at night or make love to. That part was always mine. He had listened in on our calls, saw her come alive and become the woman I loved each time, just for me. He watched and fell in love with that part of her."

He smiled proudly as he thought of how strong she'd been, even then. "He tried to woo her after that but it failed. She took his rutting with her as was expected. She mostly lay there until he finished, didn't make a sound or move for him. Not even when he demanded she do it. And when he accused her of violating their deal, she just reminded him that she had agreed to do her duty as his Mate, but that he hadn't stated she had to enjoy it. He was…disappointed but had to admit it was true. She was keeping her vow to him…and to me. She was never his Mate, not really. She was always mine. He regretted taking her from me and his heart was breaking at losing her. I told him I hoped he choked on it and died. I wasn't really very understanding. Never will be. Anyway the doctor told him off when she died, told him what he'd told me; the Alpha hadn't known that. He said he'd never had done that to her if he'd known. I told him now he understood why we begged him not to impregnate her while he was Mating to her. He was devastated but so was I, and I told him now he knew how I felt. He offered to let me come back, vowed he'd step down and give me his Pack willingly. I was the only real Alpha besides him that they had ever had strong enough to do it." He snorted derisively as he thought of how much nerve that son of a bitch had to even offer such a deal to him, like he'd ever come back to that cowardly Pack that hadn't even found the courage to stop one Pack Mate from being brutalized while her Mate was beaten and forced to watch. He growled furiously at their weakness and realized he must have done something right…his Pack was nothing like that…and there were several Alphas living in it and not one was trying to kill him to take the Alpha spot. He loved his Pack and wanted this for them, not to be what the others had become thanks to the other Alpha's cruelty.

Grimwold chuckled bitterly. "I politely refused, when I really wanted to tell him to go to hell. We eventually settled on a Sister Pack deal with the condition he never come onto my lands without my permission and he gave me time to deal with my rage and grief. And that if he had something to say, he'd call or send an emissary. We'd work out the Truce when I could deal with that better; neither of us wanted war. His Pack was in shreds over what he'd done, he'd lost their trust when he'd stolen my Mate. The council may have sanctioned it but they saw it as an offense he might do to them later, so they didn't trust him anymore… and my Pack was too new to withstand the damage a war would bring upon us. We were too new a Pack to handle that…so a couple years later and a lengthy cooling off period, I allowed him on the lands and we did the full Truce. We have a fragile agreement of peace now."

"Why would you do that, after all he did to you?!" Sam asked horrified.

"I didn't need any war with them. It was prudent not to provoke them. And…she would have wanted me to; she never would have wanted us at war that way. Not with her son involved…trapped between us. He's just a boy. I knew she'd never want that, so I did what she would have wanted." Grimwold said and smiled. "He made me the boy's godfather, it's in his Will. If he dies, the boy comes to me to raise, like she would have wanted as well. We speak well of each other around him, say we broke up and she ended up with the Alpha; the child accepts it, although it's a total lie. It hurts to speak the lie but we don't want to raise him to…we want him happy and the lie makes him happy. He would never understand the truth, we both know that. The Alpha regrets it to this day and now we both will punished for the rest of our lives because of what he did. Only now, instead of phone calls doing it and it only being me, we both get stabbed in the heart and torn up inside, our humiliation will never end…the boy will always be that for us but I love him and so does Conrad, the other Alpha." He shrugged. "We made peace so the boy would know peace. He took the submission and control away the way it used to be with the Pack; all so the boy would never know it and because he saw how damaging it was to his Pack and how it had destroyed his own life. It may have saved his standing as Alpha and his pride by taking her from me, but it also destroyed him inside as well. No one won that battle, not even me. It was a Pyrrhic victory for us and those are always the most bitter ones, trust me. We both lost that day." He nodded. "There are no winners when that happens, so…we did our best to make peace between our Packs, figured it would be better for them both in the end."

"The Pack, his Pack, doesn't know ….well, they do but not the extent it damaged you both?" Sam asked.

"No, we don't tell them either. I should want to kill him but…I just want to love my godson more…" Grimwold gave a soft smile as he showed them a picture of a blonde haired and brown eyed boy of seven or eight. "He's a great kid…I love him so much. He looks just like her, right down to that dimple on his left cheek. I used to kiss hers every night before bed, it was my favorite spot on her body, you know. That dimple and those eyes, the smile…no sign of his father on him at all. He's all hers. The one thing he couldn't take or break, or claim from her…that little boy."

"I'm sorry about you losing her." Dean said gently, touching his hand. "So…you're straight."

"No, not anymore but I was. But after losing my true Mate that way, I refused to touch another woman again in love or out of a desire to Mate to them; she's the only one I've ever loved or wanted. I only do men now, never a woman. Not if it's not her." Grimwold said. "To make pups, yes, I've done that. But not to Mate to, to connect closely to, no, never a woman that way ever again." He looked at Sam and smiled. "What about you? I assume you're gay."

"Bi. But mostly gay now. I was a manwhore, slept around until we were twenty-something, ignoring my feelings for my brother then we got together. A lust spell hit us and we were forced to face it. We were lovers for years but…then we were turned and we were Vampire Mates then." Dean sighed. "We should tell you there is more to us than being vampires…"

"What else?" Grimwold said puzzled.

So Dean explained what Daricus had said and about the Soul-Truce and how they were Vampire gods now. He told them about being Hunters before and relearning how to hunt again once they were Turned by Bobby and the rest of it until he went quiet and nodded. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to get the ones doing the killings and get home. We've been apart for too long and I long to be home with them where we can touch again, fuck when we want to, and hunt when we want to. It's been so hard having my Nest spread so thinly…I shouldn't have let us do it but it seemed to be the only option at the time."

"That explains the mixed scent you have…like incense, blood but not of a human, power, vampire, and animal, too. Not death or human blood like other vampires." Grimwold said and shrugged. "We know you mean no threat, you've proven that already."

Then they answered questions from the rest of the Pack, mostly about their feeding habits and their godhood, and they saw they were okay with them this way. And were content to talk the night away, spending time with their new friends.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx

(a couple days before they are due to leave.)

"Dean, Sam, can I talk to you privately?" Grimwold said one morning as they sat with them while they ate breakfast, not eating per usual, but sipping blood from a mug, the Wolves' scented cow. They must have made dairy run in the night, good for them. Then he nodded to them and eyed his room. They nodded back and followed him in to sit in chairs by the bed where he sat. Eyes patiently waiting for what he had to say. "I would like to join your Nest with our Pack and vice Versa. To arrange a Mating between us, you and Sam, and…me."

"How would that work?" Dean said listening. It would beneficial to both of them if they could work it out that way. They could use the help.

"I…as you know I am unMated now…and if we were to do so…our groups would be joined, even if you do live in South Dakota and I live in Montana. We could visit…each other if you would be willing to do it with me." Grimwold said nervously licking a lip. "It would be a secondary Mating for you guys, like you have with your Nest member besides Sam and they have with you. But for me it would be a true Mating, kind of. Let me explain, please!"

"Still listening." Dean said and waited, not against it. He saw Sam nod in Grim's direction and realized he'd go along with whatever decision he made here.

"By Mating, we tie your Nest to my Pack. We'd need to do the ceremony afterward, of course. But it will join us then. It will be binding, neither of us could ever break it except by dying, keep that in mind. I am rather free sexually with the unMated males in the Pack and do have to do the rutting to make pups with some females, all willing of course. You are with your Nest members the same way." Grim admitted.

"So lay out the rules of the relationship here, we're not saying no, we just want to be clear here." Sam said in a brisk tone, all business. And Grim nodded. They weren't all 'hearts and flowers' about it nor were they in love with him, but…it would be a good and beneficial match for all of them if they could work it out. "And by the way, this would only tie us to your Pack, not that other one, are we clear? We would never join with that son of a bitch's Pack, no matter how fucking regretful he was. They are your Sister Pack, not ours."

"Agreed, this would join you to our Pack alone, you are only our Allies not theirs." Grim agreed, understand why they wouldn't do that.

Grim nodded as he considered his words carefully, seeing this bond as a way to protect their Nest better and protect his Pack as well. That's what he was going for. Not love, he'd had that with his wife, his True Mate. He would never love that way again. But mutual lust and desire, and attraction would work just as well. Their mutual need to protect their families, although totally diverse and unique from each other, was also another good reason to do this.

"I continue with my sex life here as it is, but am Mated to you two as well. You stay with your Nest and just me, and whoever you choose to have sex with. I'm not possessive, I lost that when I lost my Mate. I don't expect love here but a mutual pleasure-match is fine between us." Grim explained. "It's not a cold emotionless deal. There are some feelings between us, I am willing to admit that much. I felt them and so did you but it's not love between us, maybe never will be. It might not be anything more than lust or desire, only time will tell that but not love like I had with my other Mate… I need you to understand that."

"I do. I have love, I have them that way and I will care for you but not love you nor you love me." Dean agreed. "It's a good match we have here. You are still Mated to her, even in death. Aren't you?" It touched his heart and reminded him what could happen to him and his heart if he ever lost his Mate as well. It wasn't fair this handsome man had to deal with this, not when it wasn't his fault. Conrad had a lot to answer for in Dean's opinion; he just hoped he never met the Alpha or he would find out the answer to his former suggestion about Wolves and Vampires!

"Yes, I am still Mated to her in my heart. It's like there's a big hole in the middle of me that nothing could ever fill, where she used to be, you know? I feel it every day. I felt her die, I suppose. I just didn't realize it. We Wolves, when we lose our True Mates, it leaves a mystical hole in our souls, that's what that hole is. It will never be filled again. I know that. I only hope to find her again someday when I pass, I'm sure she's waiting for me." Grim said. "But I will care for you two and, if we do this, I will be jealous of other Wolves touching you that way. I have to warn you about that. We do that, you are only lovers and Mated to me, no having sex with other Wolves, not even those in this Pack."

"Agreed. No other vampires but our Nest either." Dean agreed.

"Agreed, what he said." Sam said as he agreed as well.

"So how do we do this 'Mating'? I assume it involves sex between us…" Dean asked and Grimwold nodded, smiling as he realized they had accepted his offer. A match between them, an arranged Mating. He wanted this, to better take care of both of their groups and maybe ease his loneliness and need to be more than a quick release of pleasure among Pack members…he hadn't realized he'd needed the latter until now. Someone to care about him, they didn't have to love him. Someone to hold him sometimes and kiss him with something resembling love…that's what he needed from them.

Damn but he missed Laurelie, he hoped she approved of the match he'd arranged for himself.

"Yes, we have sex with each other and Mate that way." Grim said and began to undress, they followed suit. Then they sat on the bed with him as soon as they were undressed as well. "I don't mind the Vampire god thing either, it's kind of sexy actually…I find you both very attractive. It's been a while since I've needed more than a quick fuck and release from anyone…wanted more than that. But I do want that much with you when you visit, that is one of the rules. I suppose I should have mentioned it before, sorry. I expect Mate behavior from you at times, holding me and kissing, touching and such. If you don't mind. I'll return the same to you. I'll care for you as well."

"And we'll care for you. I have no objection to behaving like lovers and Mates around others and in the bedroom…we like that, too." Dean agreed and smiled. Sam spoke similar agreements and they waited again. "How do you prefer your sex? Is one expected to behave more submissively than the other or more equally? I've heard Wolves whimper in submission to their more dominant Alphas. We're not really into that but if you require it, we will do it. While we do switch off on who is receiving from the other one, I am always the Master or King, or the Alpha as you Wolves would say. I don't need to only top to prove that. Sam knows I'm his Alpha partner, the Master of my Nest, and is fine with the lesser role, but not less equal in the relationship…keep that in mind. He tops well, too. My Mate fucks really well, believe me…I love it when he tops me. I top him a lot, too. He may agree to the submissive thing but I can't, it's not the way I am, sorry. I will try if you require it. I do want to do this bond and joining of our groups and agree it would be more beneficial for us to do it. It's really the best option for both our families. They need this to be safer now. I see no reason why we shouldn't do it." Dean said and shrugged. It wasn't about love, it was about what they would do for the sake of their Pack or Nest, and the answer to that was 'anything' even Mating out of convenience and to further ensure they survival and safety, to protect them better. This was called for, therefore they both would do it. Not all matches were about romantic things, some were mostly business. This would not be an emotionless deal but it wouldn't be a romantic one either. They both agreed to this and would do what it took to cement this alliance between them. Even submissive sex if he had to do it. Dean would not let his personal feelings get in the way of the Bonding they knew was required to make it work.

"Some submission is called for…you let me claim you as your Alpha partner, but you don't have to whimper submissively, since, as vampires that doesn't apply to you, it's a Wolf thing. But you can have sex with me once it's done…as Alpha of the Pack I am expected to be the Alpha partner but only for appearances sake. We don't sweat it after the Mating. No one cares who tops or bottoms in the pairing after that….the Mating only takes if one is more submissive to the other, not entirely but it helps to do it right. The animal in us dictates I take you harder than I normally would…I hope you don't mind rougher sex until we can ease it to slower later…once the Mating frenzy ends…" Grim admitted. "It gets a little…intense…I can't help it."

"I'll try it." Dean said and shrugged. "So who goes first?"

"You I think, then him. That way I get your submission out of the way and you can relax. And Sam's shouldn't be as bad, if he's into Submission the way you said he was." Grim worked out for them.

"I am." Sam agreed. "I have no problem being submissive to you, Grim. Go easy with Dean, he's not as into it as me."

"I will. I'm familiar with how Alphas Mate…they never fully submit to each other…as long as he does it as best he can, it should take properly for us." Grim said.

"I can do that." Dean said. He recalled some of what the journals said about that and agreed he could do that much; at least what the journal said happened. He got on his back and Sam propped pillows under his ass. Then Sam lubed him up and worked him open with fingers while sucking him hard while Grim got his condom on and lubed up. "I'm ready…yeah, Sammy…so ready! Stop, I'm getting too close…let me calm a bit or I'll go off too soon…please, baby."

"I'm ready, too." Grim said as he lined up with his hole, nice and stretched. "Submit now, Dean. As best you can manage." Dean nodded and closed his eyes, urging himself to submit totally as he could, telling himself to let Grim do what he wanted, however he wanted to. He wasn't really good at this part but for the sake of their Nest and the Pack, he'd give it a go. He felt a tentative submission fill him and looked up at Grim when it hit him fully. "Please, my Mate, claim me?" Dean said in a surprisingly submissive voice and managed a submissive expression. Keeping his eyes below his Mate's and head down in surrender as Grim worked into him finally, teasing the hole with his tongue and fingertips because he wanted to, and finding a soft whimper of submission flow from him, surprising them all. "That's right, perfectly submissive, you're doing well, Dean…don't stop, let it fill you up. Surrender to me, love."

"I surrender to you." Dean said and hoped it was good enough. Pleasure stole his mind and he whimpered and moaned louder, his body going Still and awaiting his lover's commands. "So good, my Mate, you feel so good! I am yours!" He cried out as his orgasms got too much to bear, but still refused to let himself cum. He rode out more waves of the Dominant's claim and pleasure over him until he heard the order, gasping it out as he came with a near shout. Grim then bit into Dean's shoulder and Love Bit him, and telling Dean to do it to him, which he did, joining their mind intimately, the way Mates did.

"Cum, baby, cum!" Grim grated out and felt Dean cum, tightening on him so hard he had to cum with him, unable to stop it from happening. The Mating frenzy stealing over him as well. Then he withdrew and let Dean get Sam ready, and took him, Sam already whimpering his submission and surrender as well.

"Please, Sir…harder…" Sam moaned and was taken harder and deeper until he too was close to cumming and awaited his Alpha's orders to do so. Then Grim bit him as well, his Love Bite bleeding onto Sam's chest in a red line. Sam's bite on Grim's neck bleeding as well. Then Sam cried out in pleasure, pleading for more then was taken rougher. Another hour passing as he was pounded and impaled deeper and harder than he'd ever been taken before…and part of him hoped the Wolf would do this to him again later, over and over again…Sam liked it rough. Dean could have told Grim this and saved him the gentler stuff. Dean needed it, Sam not so much.

The harder you took Sam, the more he wanted. Dean needed to be worked to Submission but once he got there, he was spectacular; even more so than Sam. Not many had ever got him to that point, none but Sam and now Grim. He'd only submit to them and he would never submit this much ever again. He didn't even understand why he'd been able to this time really. It confused him so he decided to let it go. He'd just keep trying, that's all he was required to do.

It was really quite fantastic at the moment so he decided he wanted to keep going with him as his Submissive partner. He felt the Mating frenzy telling him he had to anyway, so he figured he would.

And, after Sam had moaned out his release, Grim's swiftly followed and took them both higher.

Then he took Sam some more and did it again and again, making his submission resonate between them so harmoniously that he could practically feel their Mating click in place and he bit him hard on the shoulder as he came the final time.

Dean was next and was taken over and over as well, submission resonating perfectly between them, too. His Alpha Mating to Dean's Submissive side and also felt the Mating click between them eventually as well. Then they just made a lazy sort of love for the rest of the time, taking turns with each other as they pulled him below them and between them. And then they fucked him just as hard and often as he'd taken them.

And he howled his pleasure as he came over and over for them, their rough and randy thrusts making him lose control to the point that he ended up in half Wolf-form then full form as they took him as that, too. He went back to human and ended up with Dean on all fours and him in him while Sam was in him, all fucking for the pleasure of each other and more, also in half form at times and full Wolf form as he fucked them that way; his fur brushing their bodies as they moved together with him that way as well.

Cumming hard and switching hours later, Sam on all fours then and Dean taking Grim as he took Sam, and they all stayed that way until the next night. All unable to fight the frenzy as it took them to new heights of pleasure and lust and dropped them from it only to cum just as hard for each other. Then, only to do it again, a roller coaster ride they never wanted to end but knew it would when the frenzy waned and left them in control of their bodies, minds, and libidos once more.

Which happened all too soon and left them exhausted on his bed. The vampires out for the moment, their vampiric sleep taking them into stasis and they knew nothing anymore. Grim exhausted from his frenzy with them as well, cuddled between them. He never felt the others join his bed, all of Dean's Nest, even Dante and Dorian, Missouri and Rufus as well. They'd missed sleeping with them.

And considered that maybe they were ready to ask to move into their room and be their Mates in the new way that Dorian and her lovers did, too. Since they now felt the need to sleep with them every night as well, and had for a while. Then thought that maybe they could do a ceremony marrying and bonding them that way…since they were here and all…it made perfect sense for them to do it now.

And were sure they could talk their Fathers into it.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

"We want to be Mates like Sam, with you, Father. All of us." Dorian said and smiled. "We all discussed it and think it's best, since we will be moving into your room when we get home…we'll need a much bigger bed though."

"You all feel this way, love us that much…" Dean said and they all said yes, they did.

"We're in love with both of you, haven't you figured it out yet? We spend every night in your bed, and we never sleep in our own rooms either. We haven't since you offered to have sex with us. We didn't mean to Mate to you then; it was only supposed to be sex and pleasure between us…but it wasn't. We somehow, without meaning to, Mated to you and now we just want the ceremony…and what you have with Sam, that's all. We love you in every way another being can love another one…please marry us, Mate with us, in a ceremony like the Wolves do? It would be enough for us…please?" Ellen pleaded. "Please don't say no, Father…it would break our hearts if you did."

"Never would say no. yes, we'll both marry and Mate to you properly now." Dean said and Sam said the same, hugging them close. Kissing them with Dean in turns, happily nodding he wanted this, too. "We love you…our Mates."

"We love you, too. Our Mates." Bobby said and smiled.

The others echoed his sentiments and they agreed they would do the ceremony after he and Sam did it with Grim. They explained the Mating would join them to the Pack and ensure they would be safer now. And Grim would be happier than he had been before his Mate was taken and killed on him, and, yes, they saw it that way. Conrad had killed Laurelie, by raping and claiming, and impregnating her, he'd killed her. And that was not forgivable, no matter how nicely Grim had dressed it up, there was no forgiveness from them for what that bastard had done to their Mate, such as they saw it. He was Mated to Dean, so were they, which made him Mated to them by association. "He's our Mate now, too. If he's your Mate and we're your Mates, then that in turn makes him ours as well. Don't argue, we've decided. We protect him as we would each other, even if he never has sex with us."

"Although, I wouldn't mind a whirl…" Dorian said smirking. She used to love to have sex with Werewolves…they had…well, everything she required in a good fuck, size, girth, flexibility, imagination…and a ton of stamina as well, hours and hours of it…yeah, she liked Werewolves…and Grim was a pretty sexy Wolf man, she thought leering at him as he approached, licking a lip as she pictured all the things she would love to do with him and that body of his, then groaned in desire at the thought of sex and Mating to him…yeah, she'd take him anyway she could get him! Then saw the others doing the same thing and smiled. Apparently they all wanted him…good to know they were all on the same page here.

"So…I'm Mated to you guys now, all of you, even the women?" Grim said walking up after listening in until he saw an opening. During that time he was shocked to find that even the ladies saw him as their Mate…something he'd sworn to never do.

"Don't worry. You never need to have sex with us as our Mate." Dorian promised him. "But later on, if you decide to, I want you to know that I'm available and more than willing to have sex with you, Grim. Offers a standing one." She smiled seductively and licked a lip again while running her eyes over his body at the same time, then he saw Jo and Missouri doing the same thing, and had to chuckle. And saw the other men were doing the same thing to him as well.

"Same for me." Jo said.

"Me, too." Missouri said.

The men all said the same.

"You don't have to be with us, we won't come on to you or pressure you, just wanted to let you know we wanted to be with you. Wanted you to know how we felt about you now. Sex doesn't make us Mates, our hearts do. That's how we see it." Dante said and smiled. "You are a very attractive man…and I've never been with a Werewolf before…at least a male one…I heard you were quite well endowed and very…virile, that and that you had stamina for miles, as witnessed by your Mating to our Fathers before. I bet that was porn worthy, yep, I do."

"As are you, Pheonix." Grim said. "I smell it on you, your power, the deity in your blood, the fire you carry…it's all there in your scent." And he had to chuckle, eying the heavens as if it was pulling a joke on him. "I get it, babe…I get it now…I'll still join you someday. Mark my words." He said to the sky, shaking his head in wonder. "Come with me, the rest of you. Even the ladies. I will Mate to you as well then…apparently my late Mate wants me to and I was never one to deny her anything…and I have no intention of starting now." He smiled. "I need total submission for this Mating to take; we need the Mating frenzy to happen to make the Mating lock between us. Can you do that?"

"I can do it as well as he did." Dante agreed. He was a top and Alpha but submission was possible, he'd done it once or twice himself. Not as intensely, mostly for playing briefly with a kinky lover, but he could do it.

The others said the same and followed Grim. "We'll do a group Mating Ceremony instead, you and them, me and all of you…is that okay? We'll do it tonight under the full moon…we're non-lunar so we don't Wolf out unless we want to. We can do the shifting and running tomorrow night instead. It's just as good as any other. Mating Ceremonies must come first, they are more important." Grim said and Dean nodded, letting him know that he and Sam could wait.

And, soon after they got up to his room, their sounds of pleasure and Mating filled the house now as they sat down to sip their blood packs. "Would you like to have real blood?" The tanned Beta of the Pack asked. "We'd donate if you needed it. We know you don't need much." He said. "We'll take you hunting afterward. If we are to be joined to you guys, we'd be honored if you'd at least try our blood, feed if you need it. Most vamps think we smell awful to them, but then again they smell awful to us, too, so that makes sense. But you don't smell horrible, you smell good to us, and…maybe our blood won't make you sick if you drink it. Since your scent is a direct link to your blood and we like your scent…Dean said he likes our scents, too…no sex, our Alpha said so, but blood is fine. Won't you try it?" He pleaded. "I'm Cyrus, by the way. He's Lucas, we're the Betas for the Pack here. We are willing to feed you. We're volunteering here, we weren't ordered to. We want to show we trust you and see you as one of us. This will show you trust us, we need to know you do."

"We'll do it." Sam said, and shrugged. "I'm thirsty as hell."

"Me, too." Dean agreed and motioned them over. "We only need a little."

"That's fine." Cyrus said kneeling by him, tilting his neck so that Dean could access his jugular better. Leaning in to bring his neck closer to him at the same time. Lucas knelt by Sam and did the same. "Feed, tone your hunger down. Your eyes are almost black…they are a really dark brown, not green or hazel anymore…does that mean you are starving?"

"No, just thirsty, really thirsty." Sam reassured them. "We don't really like human blood, we just need it. We prefer animal blood anyway, it smells and tastes better to us now. I suppose it's because we never really drink human blood that much, that helps. Human blood tastes….gross to us, we don't like it or crave it at all the way we used to."

"We taste of Wolf, so that should help. And human is in there, too. Take your fill, not just a little…we replenish quickly and you need it." Cyrus urged and saw the vampires wince, back off from them. "Don't go! You need it, we want to give this to you. Drink us. Please?"

"Have others hold us and you, to ease us apart if it gets too much. You motion for it to stop, they ease us off you, not angrily or to hurt us…you offered this, we did not force you! Don't just pull us off or it will damage you. Be gentle and we will be able to ease off without harming you." Dean advised. "No killing us for this. It is only a feeding and we will try to not take too much, we promise. We can't guarantee we won't get out of control but… we'll try really hard not to."

"We asked for this and will watch over the feeding." Another Wolf said, touching Dean's shoulder softly. "We know you mean no harm and they did offer a good feeding, so feed fully, we'll let you. As long as they don't signal us and even then we'll do our best to ease you off them, not pull."

"Good, then you ready?" Dean said eyes on the jugular, beating so temptingly before his mouth. Sam was fighting his feeding urge as well.

"Yes, feed." Cyrus said and Lucas got ready as well. Their teeth slid down, two canines, sharp and long, and several much smaller pointed ones in a neat row between them. The canines were the ones that cut in, the rest held the flesh in place while they fed. Not the same fangs as most vamps. Like everything else about them, even their fangs were unique to them only. Both Wolves whimpered in pleasure as their teeth sliced through their skin and veins, and sank deep into the jugular; gulping its hot pumping blood hungrily, growling as they fed. Letting out moans of pleasure as well. Several minutes later, as the Wolves prepared to signal, and were getting light headed, they felt the teeth withdraw from them and the Wolves came hard in their own hands; apparently working themselves to the intense pleasure the bites caused them to feel without the vampires realizing they were doing it. Cum coated their hands and dripped on their pants now.

"Wow…" Both Wolves gasped, getting dizzy and sitting back to recover. A plate of cookies and large cups of juice were pushed at them and they gobbled them, drinking three cups of juice before the dizziness passed. They saw the other Wolves wiping them off and fixing their pants for them and nodded gratefully. "That was…something…felt so good. Sorry about the jacking off thing but your bites are orgasmic, fuck if they aren't. That wasn't sex, honest it wasn't."

"You had to work out the pleasure from the bite, we understand that. Are you okay? Did we take too much?" Sam worried, checking their eyes and necks. "We stopped as soon as we could…are you going to be okay? Did we hurt you?"

"No, we're fine, just after-glowing from Hell! Those bites are…fucking fantastic." Cyrus grinned and sat up, taking another cup of juice. Lucas did the same.

"Good, we never meant to hurt you." Dean said and was relieved. "We do still need to hunt though, that wasn't a full feed for us…"

"That wasn't…! You need more…I get it." Cyrus said, motioning the other Wolves over. "Drink them, ask them but drink them…don't hunt, you got plenty of blood here."

"Who wants to feed us?" Dean ventured trying not to offend them, feeding off them had tasted much better than the cattle and such they usually fed off of. He smiled in amusement as he saw that several offered hands then more shot up, almost ten. He figured that would work. "You can fuck your Mates if you like while we feed, if you want to spend your pleasure that way….we won't touch you but to feed, we promise."

"That does seem feasible." One spoke up, tugging a younger male to him. Other couples formed and he saw most of them were Mated with just two or three not being that way. But then saw the free ones being tugged to others for just sex anyway, which they didn't seem to mind too much if the blush on their cheeks and the erections they sported were any indications.

So they let the first couple get into position and begin their sex, then Sam lay by the woman while Dean took the man and they both sank fangs in, feeding until the lovers came screaming in mindless pleasure and came again on the general principle that it felt too good not to! Then pulled off them and did the same to the other six pairs and one threesome, taking turns taking a good drink but not too much from each Wolf-person. Until all lay in a naked heap in the living room floor, fucked out and sated beyond thought while Dean and Sam sat on the couch admiring the view. "We did that…hard to believe." Sam said smugly.

"Yep, we did. All for a feeding…wonder if they will let us do that again sometime. They seemed to enjoy it and it was fun…in a non-sexual way for us of course." Dean said smiling just as smugly. Both clearly happy with the new way their bites felt for those they fed from, the godhood must have added pleasure to them as a side-effect rather than the numbness to the area they usually caused when they fed. Well, Dean thought in amusement, at least it didn't hurt them. And they all looked so happy, too.

They chuckled at the group upstairs, their sex was not anywhere near letting up yet and they were happy for them. "They are going to love him, I can tell." Sam said grinning as he heard Dante's whimper of submission, if it could be called that. There was definitely some submission in that sound, not a whole lot of it though, a little, and it was not quiet submission. "I like this Pack, Dean. They are really nice."

"Me, too." Dean agreed and laughed as hand poked out and held up a finger to get their attention. They couldn't tell whose it was but only that it was definitely male.

"One, yes, you can and will do this to us again, and often I might happily add. And, no, it's not sex, at least with you guys, Grim knows that. It's just the way your feeding hits us. And you didn't do any of us, we did that ourselves. And, two, we really like you guys, too. Do you need to hunt now still? Give us time if you do and we will be able to move again to go with you in a bit. You broke us!" The voice said, it sound muffled but it did sound a lot like Cyrus. "This was so fun!"

"So you see pleasure as…" Dean ventured.

"An offering to our Pack, you giving us this shows us you want to be a part of the Pack and the pleasure we get shows us you trust us enough to be a part of us now. You just be with Grim and feed off us sometimes. We'll find our own ways with others to work out the pleasure it gives us. It's not cheating on him that way. It's a fair bargain really." Cyrus said and the others nodded in agreement.

"We will offer it again before we leave then, let the others do it, too. So we can get a good feed in before we go. Less stops on the way home that way and we'll need the feedings anyway." Dean agreed then laughed as another moan floated overhead, Dorian this time, Sam thought. Good for her.

Then they helped the others up and got their clothes for them, helped them dress and sat them by them on the couches and chairs, putting in a movie and turning it up. Sam got popcorn made and Cyrus grabbed the juices and sodas while Lucas grabbed the beers then they all took their seat s again. And once they were settled in comfortably with their lovers and the others, they started the DVD and got busy watching their movie.

Then they all laughed and thought that Jacob should just take the damn hint and move on from Bella, even they saw she wanted the vampire boy more and was just being a wussy about telling Jacob that fact.

And looked at the vampires sitting in the cushiony recliner, wrapped around each other lovingly, then the Wolves thought maybe Bella had the right idea. They sure liked their vampires better, too!

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The following afternoon found Sam and Dean sleeping their vampire sleep in the recliner, covered in a soft blanket. The other vampires and the Nest members snoozing in their new Mate's room, all very thoroughly claimed and satisfied he was their Mate as well as their Fathers'. After a brief nap, Grim came down and saw the others, sleeping nearby. Leaning down, he kissed their cheeks, ruffling their hairs lovingly. Tenderness in his eyes. It wasn't love. Grim thought. But it was pretty close to it. And the others were just as wonderful as these two men, maybe more so because now they were True Mates to him as well. And realized sadly that he'd miss them when they left. "Maybe I'll spend more time with them before Tuesday, talk them into staying another week?" He wondered out loud. He needed more time with them, was desperate for more time with his multiple Mates now. He still loved his dead Mate but now there was happiness where the hole was, filling it up with their touches, their smiles, their voices and sounds, their words and the hearts they had given him more every moment he was with them.

It wasn't love. He amended his former thought and sighed. But he knew it would be someday. He'd never forget Laurelie but he thought they deserved a better chance at his heart now. His Mate had to have known this would happen when she set their paths to intersect from Heaven and therefore must have meant for him to love them as well. Knowing that didn't mean he had to forget her, it just meant he'd learn to love someone as just as much. There was no shame in that if they were worthy Mates…

And these 11 people, the Vampires and their Nest, were more than worthy….

But then again…her being the smart woman she'd been…she probably already knew that, too.

So he blew her a kiss and smiled up at the ceiling, up to Laurelie and said, "I get it, I'll love them someday. I'll never forget you, baby. But I will move on. You're right, it's time I did. I love you, Lara Bear…I miss you."

And somewhere in Heaven, she looked back down at him right at that moment as well, and smiled. Blowing him a kiss back. "I love you, too, Grim. I miss you as well. I sent them to you because I knew they were just what you needed to open your heart again and let the love in. I'm here waiting for you but I want you to live first…it's time to move on, to love them…do that. I want you to love them, because loving them takes none of the love you have for me from me away…it only makes it stronger." She smiled and sent this to his mind and sighed, stroking his whiskered jaw in the seeing glass and tearing up. "I've never left you, my Mate. I just went to wait for you, that's all. Watch over my son, and…forgive Conrad…I already have. That's an order."

And, as these words brushed through his mind, he nodded, knowing they were from her and loving them for that alone.

"I'll try, my love. I'll really really try." Grim said and nodded, guessing at her next thought. And knew that given time, he would be able to. If the other Alpha and he kept their tentative pace toward personally having not just peace between their Packs but also with each other. It was a lot to forgive but he was going to keep trying. Trying to be a good godfather to his godson and a good Alpha who wasn't too far gone in his pain and loss to learn to forgive his oldest enemy, even if he was only doing it for the Mate the man had killed through his pride and for the wonderful little boy he thought of as his own son most of the time. He loved them both enough to forgive and maybe he would find it in himself to want to later on.

But not just yet. For now, he had a Mating Ceremony to prepare for.

Having a Nest of 11 vampires and assorted other beings as his Mates was going to be interesting…

Very interesting.

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The Beta, Cyrus, did the ceremony, lots of rope bound all their wrists to each other's first then they were tied to Grim's, creative positioning was involved but soon they were together. "We bind you now to our Pack, you are Mated to our Alpha, all of you and each other, vampires and others alike. We are of your blood now, bone to your bone, and home to you as well. We welcome you in love and friendship, and offer you succor and a place among us, but a place at our Alpha's and your Fathers' sides as well. Do you take this binding and except it?" He asked them.

"I do." Sam said and smiled.

"I do." Dean said.

All the others said the same thing.

"Do you, Grimwold Richardson, take them in the same spirit, as your True Mates and lovers, to cleave to them and fight for them, and also join their Nest to our Pack?" Cyrus asked formally, though his eyes betrayed a sparkle of happiness for them.

"I do. I take all of them for my True Mates. They will forever be mine from this moment on." Grim said solemnly.

"As will you be ours." Dean stated and Grim nodded.

"Yes, I will be." Grim said smiling and soon the ropes were undone and bracelets tied to each of their wrists. Theirs were woven from leather and Grim's own hair, soaked in his blood first then left to dry, to carry his scent on them from now, to warn others off from them if they dared try to go after them or take them from him. He'd fight to keep these Mates, not like last time. Fuck the council rules, they were his and no one was taking them from him like last time. Grim's was leather woven with hair from each of the Nest members, also soaked in a bowl of all their bloods and left to dry then it was intricately braided then woven through the tight braided leather strips, just like the one he'd given them. His wedding band on them and Grim's on him, and that's where they would stay until the day he died, since they never would. They'd be around long after he joined his other True Mate in Heaven, where he also would belong by then as well.

Once all the ropes were cut off and they were hugged by all the members of the Pack, they were called to stand in front of them.

"What is this about?" Dean asked curiously.

"We have requests…more like demands really, we feel you owe us this." Cyrus said and the other Pack members surrounded them as well and nodded their agreement.

"I'm listening." Dean said.

"This applies to all of you vampires, even the Dhampyre. Will you abide them?" Cyrus asked solemnly.

"We'll abide them. State your requests…well, demands really." Dean said teasingly then nodded. "Go on."

"First, you use us for feedings, as often as you can. Not cattle, or cows, or anything else unless you have to. We'll even send two of us at a time to stay with you for this explicit purpose." Cyrus said.

"Just two…" Dean said and then whispered to Sam who nodded to him, and he said. "Agreed, you can take turns, so you don't have to stay away for too long from your Pack. You and Grim decide, guys. We'll let you go with us when we leave. Next…"

"You visit us four times a year and for Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, we'll expect you here. And each visit is to last a week to two weeks, not a day or two either. The same applies to the holidays." Cyrus said and softened. "Spend them with us, please?"

"Agreed, we'll visit and spend those holidays with you." Dean agreed and thought spending time with them would be good for his Nest, they needed to socialize more anyhow.

"Three, you call if you need help, if it's more than from the two that will be with you. We can call you if we need you, too. We will rely on each other to protect both of our groups now and your Nest will care for the whole Pack, not just Grim. Not in a Mating way, but love and caring is expected for us as well." Cyrus said. "No waiting until the last minute and someone could die to do it either, too much pride is an ugly thing and could get someone killed someday, and we don't want that any more than you do."

"Agreed, we can do that." Dean said and waited.

"And those of us Pack Mates not Mated to you want to be your friends, your closest friends. Your best friends, friends you'll call and talk to, even if it's just to pass the time. Friends you'll call if you need to talk about something personal and need someone you can trust." Cyrus said. "We want to be friends with you." He smiled. "We won't try to sleep with you, but when you bite us, we want it to be while we're fucking each other or they are fucking us. Your bite gives pleasure and our sex would ease that tension. It's not sex, you are just stimulating us with your bites. We'll send pairs with you to have sex with each other when you feed from them; ones who are already used to it and want to. This is our last demand."

"We agreed to that as well. Is that all?" Dean asked and smiled as Cyrus nodded then saw Grim holding up a hand. "Grim?"

"When I pass, Cyrus takes my place if Anthony doesn't, that's Laurelie's son. And you stay with our Pack, bound to it just as you are now through me. That does not end because I die. We all die, that's the nature of living, we live, we die, well, not you guys but us, we'll die. And once Cyrus or Anthony pass…if he has no heirs nor does Cyrus…Dean will be our Alpha, our Vampiric Alpha. When that time comes, if it is required, of course. And those bracelets never leave your wrists, even when I do die, they tie you to the Pack as well." Grim stated. "Your Nest and my Pack are Eternally joined, not just until I die. Understand?"

"We understand, we are Eternally bound to the Pack, our Nest to your Pack. And the bracelets stay on. Anything else?" Dean asked, making sure. "And someday, far far into the future, if necessary, I will become the Alpha for your Pack if it is needed for me to take that position, I agree to that. Almost forgot to agree to that, sorry. Anything else?" He asked again, waiting to be sure.

"No, that's it. Thank you, we were worried our demands were too much. You didn't have to agree to all of them, honestly." Cyrus said and the Nest smiled at them.

"Nah, we were expecting worse." Dorian admitted. "We're not used to those kinds of demands but…we'll do it."

"Again, you honor us. And thank you." Cyrus said and smiled. "Me and Syric, the dark-haired Indian guy standing by Dean, We'll stay the first two months and then come back after two others come to relieve us. We'll hunt with you and stay with you and you will let us help around the house and yard."

"I could use the help." Bobby admitted. Business had picked up lately, and even with the other Nest members helping, they were behind on the mail orders for parts. Bobby mostly did the mail orders now, only hunters and townsfolk came by for parts…or files in the hunters' cases. Or the phone calls verifying the other hunter's cons using 'FBI' or other agencies like that for their fake Identities. At the moment, Bobby's yard was locked and there was a 'Gone Fishing' sign on the gate and the house, in case someone came by. To others they thought he was out for catching a trout, to hunters…well, they knew he was trying kill or catch something much deadlier and dangerous than a trout. And left him alone to do it, a hunt was a hunt, and they knew to leave him alone while he was on one. And they usually assumed that the ones who lived with him now, Dean, Sam, Dante, and Dorian, were out hunting like they usually were. They didn't know Ellen and Ash lived there, or even Jo, Missouri, and Rufus. But they did think they visited often enough to notice them there. The Nest itself didn't really care what they thought. It was their home, their Nest, but they kept up appearances so they wouldn't be found out as vampires and other 'unique' beings. There were some weird creatures coming out of the woodwork now. Not to mention some even stranger deaths, almost ritualistic, annual ones. They suspected Pagan gods but were still working on that angle.

Then thought Daricus and his people could help with that later. For now they were taking a break from it. Three rough hunts, several Nest members Turned after being almost killed, and close to two months apart had earned them this time to just love and cuddle, make love and socialize with their new allies and lover, Grim. He'd managed to talk them into staying another week but knew they had to go soon. Hunters never stuck around long, so he figured to steal what he could from the time they had left together...for now.

And maybe, just maybe, he could leave Cyrus in charge for a few days and take a shift with them, visit then drive back…a few times a year himself.

He was sure going to miss them… each and every one of them.

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(A week later)

It was time to go.

The moon rose high above them in a cloudless night sky, lighting them up and spotlighting them leaving like it was some special thing…something worth memorializing. And maybe it was. A new beginning for Grim, and a new alliance for his Pack. Strange new friends made on both sides and new Nest members from old ones, humanities lost in cruel ways, painful ways, per usual. Dying was never easy, a hunter's death was even less easy…sometimes their deaths were much crueler and more horrible than most deaths were. Death by hunting, the normal stuff that killed them. But they didn't always stay that way…ask Dean and his Nest, they knew that fact all too well also.

"We'll see you in a few weeks." Dean promised. "Christmas is coming up, we should be here by Christmas Eve. We will have to sleep most of Christmas Day but that night we can spend more time with you. At least us vampires. Dorian, Dante, and Missouri will need less but still some sleep would be nice." He smiled as Grim leaned in and cupped his face, and kissed him goodbye, reluctantly letting him go. "I'm going to miss you, Grimwold Richardson."

"I'll miss you, too." Grim said and smiled back at him, eyes flashing with sadness and love already. "Be safe and call if you need us."

Sam was then hugged and kissed goodbye, as were the others as they came to him to get them before heading to their cars, missing him already, too. The one of the Wolves followed Sam and rode in the Impala. The other one rode with Bobby and Ellen in the truck, both deciding to watch over those they thought might need them most. Dante was a Pheonix, so he could protect Dorian. Rufus had Missouri, a god by her own rights, to watch over him, along with Ash, and Jo. Leaving Dean and Sam unprotected, as well as Bobby and Ellen, none of which thought they needed it but let them do it, seeing at it pleased them to do so.

Then they all waved to each other and shouted their goodbyes, and their Pack Mates watched as the Nest drove away, thinking that maybe not all Vampires and Nests were bad at all…in fact some were very attractive and downright lovable.

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Yep, going to do a Christmas chapter for our vampiric group…just letting you know.

Hee hee, and ho, ho, ho!