Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 01/29/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.
He watched Becky intently as finished her homework across the table. Her stormy blue eyes smiled up at him. Dylan smirked back and watched her shiver, covered with goosebumps. There was something about him that always did that to her...and he filled him with a deep satisfaction. April had said that being a vam - nevermind. He would never be that. Ever.
Finished, Becky slammed her math book shut, causing a sudden gust that sent his own homework flying off the table.
"So, when are you going home," she asked with deadly seriousness as he picked the notebook paper off of the floor.
"Why? Do you want me to go," he replied, his eyes carefully searching hers. God he wished he could read her mind or make her understand.
"That's not the point," she said, putting her head in her hands, like she always did when she was frustrated. "The point is, you've been here a while now and I think you're just avoiding the issues at your house."
"Beck," he said, rubbing his temples. "This isn't something that you can just deal with - "
"Then what is it?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why the hell not?!"
Because I still don't believe it, he thought. And he had seen it; everything. It had infiltrated every part of his family. Even little Jamie was part...
He swallowed that one down, not wanting to think of his younger brother's future. He'd make sure Jamie never knew about his parent's jobs.
"Fine, don't tell me," she shot back. "But don't you think it's at least time that I meet them?"
He had thought about it, but part of him didn't want her to get involved with his parents. After all, getting comfy with them meant getting somewhat involved with the other stuff. And he would die if anything happened to her by association; just like his Uncle Sammy's first girlfriend. He had learned from April how she met her grisly end.
On top of that, he didn't know if his dad would be up for any visitors or how cranky he'd be. Hell, he'd only talked to him on the phone a few times since he'd been over to Beck's house.
"Dyl, I would like to meet them. From what you told me, they sound awesome."
Used to be awesome, he thought sadly. What the hell happened? They all used to be so close.
"How is your dad doing," she asked, reaching across the table, giving his hand a squeeze.
He explained the situation's ups and downs, but from what his dad told him a few days before, getting the nurse was a great choice.
"Please," she begged him, squeezing her hand, pushing her lower lip out as she pouted. Fuck, he was no match for her.
He held the door open for her and offered her his hand as she exited the car. Dylan's heart pounded in his chest with apprehension. He didn't know what it was. After all, the old house on the corner was his home. Right? Didn't feel that way anymore.
Dylan opened the front door for Becky and gestured for her to enter.
"Mom? Dad," he called.
"Hey."
April stood in the hallway, leaning up against the wall. He had noticed a difference in her grace and posture since her…change. She was stealthy and moved with an almost cat-like slink. With that same air, she pushed off of the wall and walked to his girlfriend.
"You must be Becky," April asked, offering her hand to the nervous girl. "I'm April, Dyl's twin sister. His older and much wiser twin sister." She winked and smiled at the nervous girl, his girlfriend's eyes as wide as a fawns. Becky was smart to be nervous, she should be.
"Hey sis," Dylan said, pulling her in for a quick hug. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"Mom's out running errands. I think she might go check in on Jamie. And Dad…"
"What, is he ok," Dylan said, suddenly feeling guilty for not being around. If something happened to him, he'd never forgive himself.
"Oh, he's fine," she smirked. "I'm the one in trouble."
"Oh," he asked, giving her a look, seeing if it was something better left to a private conversation.
"I kinda mentioned that I have a boy picking me up, so Dad's in super-ultra-mega protective mode," she laughed. "He's in the other room. He decided today was the right day to clean his weapons."
"Is your Dad a hunter," Becky cut in. Dylan and April both gave her a surprised look, but soon relaxed when they realized that she meant animal hunter.
"So, he's feeling better," Dylan asked, keeping his voice down.
"Yeah. That nurse is a miracle worker. Since she's been here, Dad's seemed really chipper."
"And Mom?"
"I think she's taking things in stride. I don't know how she stands it. I can't stand that nurse bitch."
"What? Is she mean to you," Dylan whispered.
"No. There's just something - off about her. I can't quite put my finger on it but…she makes me uneasy."
Dylan noticed the apprehensive gaze in his sister's green eyes and he knew they'd discuss the issue further later, when no eavesdropping humans were around.
"Come on," April said, grabbing Becky's hand and bringing her into the family room. "Have a seat. Dad will be right out."
April skipped off into the other room, leaving Becky and Dylan alone on the couch.
"Nice house," she muttered, her fingers interlaced with his.
"Thanks. We've been here most of my life." Before they had settled, his family had moved a few times, finding it hard to settle in one particular place. He had always wondered why. Now, at least, he had a good idea of why. It had to have something to do with his parents' profession.
"Hey son," a familiar voice uttered. Dylan looked up to see his dad wheeling into the room. "Come here."
Dylan approached him and was surprised as Dean pulled him down for a hug. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him and found it surprising at how strong his dad felt. His arms were like vice grips.
"Good to have you back, Dylan," he smiled up at him.
"Thanks. You look good, Dad."
"Nah, I look like shit," he smirked, before turning towards the nervous brunette. "You must be Becky. Hi, I'm Dyl's dad." He rolled over to her, lightly shaking her hand. "Nice that my lazy son finally decided to bring you over."
"Yeah, tell me about it," she chuckled, elbowing Dylan in the side. "It's great to meet you, Mr. Winch-"
"Dean. Just call me Dean," he smiled.
"Ok…Dean," she smirked. "I'm just sorry your wife isn't here."
"She'll be back soon. Stick around. We'd love to have you over for grub," he smiled. "My wife is a killer cook. Is your new man gonna stay too, April?"
"No, we have to leave. School stuff," she lied. Dylan could see that from a mile away.
A knock at the door interrupted their convo.
"Oh, that must be him," he said, smiling as he wheeled back into the dining room. "I wanna meet him, April, so don't you just take off, got it?"
"Fine," she muttered, making her way to the door. She opened it reveal a boy, most likely eighteen or nineteen years old..and there was something off about him. He heard Becky as she gasped next to him. Yeah, even he had to admit that he was a good-looking dude. The boy smiled as if he had heard his thoughts. He was shorter than himself, probably a little shorter than his dad as well. But he was lean, muscular and strong. There was a power emanating from him and something inside him felt danger. Dylan took a hold of Becky's hand and causally placed himself in front of her.
April pulled on his hand, practically dragging him into the dining room. Wes couldn't help but smile at April's pained expression. She'd get him later. Ass.
"It's traditional," he whispered so soft that no human could hear it. "I don't mind."
"For one, my dad is not traditional by any means. And it's not like we're together," she smirked. "I'm going out with you on a hunt."
"I don't mind keeping up the illusion," he grinned. "Is it really that bad?"
No. No, it wasn't bad at all. However, part of her was still wary of him. Yes, he had apologized to her for the confusion when they first met and he had proved himself a little bit with their 'sleepover.' He had even remained a gentleman when she was incapacitated. Not that she wanted a gentleman necessarily, but it was nice to know that he wasn't using her. But those words that he had whispered as she fell asleep still rang in her head...
He gave her hand a quick, reassuring squeeze causing her heart to skip and he chuckled. Whether or not she trusted him, she definitely wasn't immune to his charms. Wes made her feel lighter and, dare she admit it, happy. Oh, lord, she thought. Should she get involved with another vampire again?
"Oh, hi, April," her dad smiled as she entered the room. "I was just cleaning some stuff. Where's your friend?"
April's mouth dropped as she saw the amount of ammunition her dad was 'cleaning.' A wide assortment of guns, a machete and his entire knife collection. She put a hand to her forehead, her body shaking from laughter. Only her dad would decide to bring out the whole cavalry over a boy. She could only imagine what he would do if he knew Wes was a vampire.
"Don't mind me," he said, throwing a knife to the wall with precision. "Just making sure they're ready for intruders. Hi, I'm April's dad." Dean put his hand out to Wes. He smiled and took his hand an April cringed. Would he notice the chilled touch of Wes' hand was the same as Abby's? Her heart pounded with anticipation in her chest. Wes found her gaze and winked, and something told her not to worry.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester," Wes smiled earnestly. "April's told me a lot about you."
"Not everything I hope," he smiled, causing April to laugh erratically. Her heart fluttered like hummingbird wings.
Wes took her hand in his and rubbed the back with his thumb. Dean's eyes glanced over their joined hands and he cleared his throat.
"So what are you two crazy kids gonna do tonight?"
"Dinner and a late movie," Wes answered, April still unable to get her bearings.
"Well not too late. She does have a curfew."
"Since when," April squeaked, finding her voice.
"Since right now. Sorry kid, thems the rules."
"Fine," she said. "Let's go." She pulled on Wes' sleeve, gesturing for him to go.
"Hey April, stay here for a minute," Dean said, moving closer to her. April waved to Wes, telling him she'd meet him in the car. After he left, she rolled her eyes at her dad.
"Having fun?"
"Yeah, I actually am," he smiled up at her. "Come here." She squatted down next to his chair. "I was just havin' a little fun. After all, you're the only one I can do that too. My only girl." Dean brought his hand up to her cheek. "You grew up too fast."
She chuckled but there was something in his eyes that suggested that he had missed some of it. She wondered what that look meant. After all, he was always there as long as she could remember. The only time she ever recalled him being gone was when Uncle Sam and Aunt Ruby had taken her and Dylan on a vacation when they were about six. She didn't remember much of it, and there were no photos, but she did remember there were a lot of rocks and it was really hot. Did they road trip to the Grand Canyon or something? She'd have to remember to ask about it later.
"Go, have fun. But, not too much fun."
"Alright, Dad," she smiled. God, she hated lying to him. The poor guy thought she was going on a date. What she really had a date with was one mean ass poltergeist downtown.
April got up to leave and felt her dad pull on her hand.
"Do you remember our special dating rules?"
"How can I forget. One: Sneak some holy water into his drink. Two: Accidentally jab them with something silver if possible during dinner or scrape em with my silver ring. Three: If you feel threatened, go for the groin and run," she recited, counting on her fingers.
"Don't forget about jabbing the nose up into the brain if you have to," Dean smirked.
"I won't. Thanks, Daddy," she smiled, giving his hand a quick squeeze before rushing out the door.
Wes already had his sleek sports car running when she jumped in.
"You had to admit, that was pretty funny...and ironic," Wes smirked as he peeled out of the driveway.
"Still...sorry," she shrugged, biting her lip.
"Don't be. I'd probably do the same thing to my daughter," he laughed
She was about to ask if he had any kids, when a cellphone started to buzz. April checked hers and found it silent.
"It's mine," he said, "This is Wes."
She watched as his expression went from content to concern. He quietly snapped his phone shut.
"Change of plans," he stated, taking the highway West instead of East toward the city.
"What's going on?"
"Vampires."