John snuck a quick glance at the man beside him. His mate had been quiet since they'd left and was giving off little waves of discontent, John had known this would be a difficult trip but had been pleasantly surprised at Cameron's behaviour and reactions. He'd seemed happy and relaxed until the moment they'd pulled out of sight of his parents home.

"We can go back baby" He took a hand off the steering wheel and squeezed his mate's thigh. "At least for another couple of years yet"

Cam nodded. "Sure"

"I'm sorry" John swallowed and focused back on the road. They were happy, and for the most part he never regretted seeking him out, but unlike him Cam actually had a family who loved him, cared about him and who had played a big part in his life.

His mate sighed. "I told you not to be sorry"

"I can't help it my love, you're too important"

"John?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Stop being a dick"

"Gee thanks"

Cam sighed again. "Yeah it sucks, and it hurts knowing I'll have to cut them off years before they're actually dead and gone, but this is where I was meant to be. You are who I was meant to be with, until the end"

"Shit" Could vampire's even cry? John wasn't sure but his body was having a pretty good go at it.

"Big girl"

"Bite me"

"Hmm, put your foot down and I most definitely will"

"Bastard"

"Yep"

"How can you go from depressed to horny in the space of two seconds?" John shifted slightly. They'd taken accommodation a few miles away from Cam's parents. Trying to explain their sudden dislike of sunlight would have been impossible, and the sex wasn't exactly quiet. But they'd still had less time with each other than they were used to and now his mate was beginning to show signs of coming out of his sulk John was getting the serious urge to pull over and screw him against the side of the car.

Cam growled quietly. "Filthy mind"

"Get out of it then"

"I think I'm stuck with it"

John grinned into the darkness and upped the pornographic images in his head. His mate hissed and a hand slid over his thigh, fingers trailing over his dick. He groaned quietly. "Quit it"

"You first" His mates voice had dropped lower, accent thickening.

"Fuck it" John swung off to the side of the road, praying the deserted highway wouldn't suddenly fill with cars, and yanked on the parking break. "Out now"

"Oh, yes Sir"

He growled quietly, when they were home his mate was gonna pay for that one, preferably while he was tied down and spread open. Cam whimpered as he exited the car. "God, yes please"

"Shut up" John turned him, forcing Cam to place his hands on the window of the door and then pulling his hips back. Flicking open his mates fly and pulling free his dick he treated it to a few soft strokes before leaving it cooling in the night air.

"Shit, bastard"

"Hmm" Ignoring his own discomfort for the moment he leant down and ran his tongue up the centre of his mates arse, smiling with satisfaction at Cameron's almost imperceptible shudder. "Relax baby, we haven't got long and I need you nice and wet"

"Fuck"

"Umhmm" As always the taste of his mate sent sparks of pleasure up his nerves, John kept meaning to see if he could cum just from running his mouth over Cameron's dick and arse and he made a mental note to not put it off much longer. The desire to be in him meant he often lost track of his original intentions.

"You're incredibly perverted" The words were ground out above him as Cam's legs began to shake.

"Thank you" John stood and undid his own jeans, finally releasing the pressure on his erection and slicking the pre-cum over it. It wasn't ideal but Cam could take it rough, in fact John had discovered he quite often preferred it. He gripped his mates hips and leant back slightly. "Stay still baby, this is gonna hurt"

His mate moaned and spread his legs as best he could with his jeans round his ankles. John felt his dick twitch at what had to be one of the hottest things he'd ever seen, his mate bent over John's Mustang, pale skin offset against the sleek black paint job, jeans tangled round his feet, putting on a lovely display of offering himself up. Giving a little growl he moved his hands to open Cameron more then he pushed in, not bothering with any niceties.

"Holy fucking shit"

John huffed and gave his mate a few seconds to adjust. And himself too, Cam was always so fucking tight, and hot. Then he started to thrust, hard punishing strokes directly aimed at the other vampires prostate, his sole intention to get them both off as quickly as possible. His head tipped back and his grasp became bruising as he chased down his climax, feeling his balls tighten up. His mate was groaning now, muscles clenching around John, making the thrusts even more pleasurable, beautiful friction running up and down his length.

"Get yourself off baby" John didn't want to lose any of the leverage he had by removing one of his hands.

Moaning loudly Cam rested one of his forearms on the window to stop his face from being slammed into it and dropped the other hand down between his legs. He started to quiver and John growled again. Leaning forward he bit into the juncture between Cam's neck and shoulder and pulled in his taste. Hearing his mate cry out his name John slammed into him one last time and dug his fangs in deeper as he came.

Healing the wound as he came down John ran his tongue further up and dipped into his mates ear. "Better baby?"

There were a few seconds of silence. "Bastard"

He chuckled. "Hmm, but I think you liked it?"

"Really, what gave it away?"

"Uh, the big puddle of cum on the floor?"

"Just wrong"

John snorted and slowly slid out of him. Cam hissed. "You'll be lucky if you get some later"

"I'm always lucky" John turned him and went in for a kiss. Rolling his eyes Cam let him explore for a while before shoving him back and pulling up his pants. He watched, licking his lips, as all that pale smooth skin disappeared, his mates dick being tucked away. For now.

"Sheppard, cut it the fuck out"

He smirked at Cam and made his way around the car, sliding into the drivers seat, leaning across as the passenger door opened. "Want a cushion my love?"

"Fuck off" His mate slipped in, failing to hide the slight wince as his arse settled back in the seat. He pointed at John. "Not a word, or you don't get to me tie me up and spread me open later" Cam grinned at him.

"Pretty sure I don't need your permission"

"Please, I'm just as strong as you"

"No way"

"Yes way"

"Uh uh"


Cam stretched out as best he could in the passenger seat. He loved John's car but sometimes he was envious of the Impala's one long front seat, it would have been nice to lay out, maybe rest his head in Johns lap while he drove. Maybe see how good the other vampire would be at taking the corners at such high-speed with his dick in Cam's mouth.

"Baby, are you having dirty thoughts again?"

'Nope" He grinned across in the dark. "Are we nearly there yet?"

John rolled his eyes. "You know exactly where we are, stop being deliberately annoying"

"Hmm, almost home. Our bed's gonna feel like heaven after that lumpy piece of shit"

"Cam, you're a vampire. You're not supposed to mind stuff like that now, or even notice"

"Your fault for spoiling me"

"Wanna sleep in the basement?"

"No, scary spiders"

John snorted. "You suck at being an evil being"

"I'm not evil. I just like the odd drop of blood here and there"

"Who doesn't?" John pulled into the entrance of the long drive, his relaxation obvious to see, the scent of home beginning to drift around the car. Cam hummed contentedly in the seat next to him. "What the..?" John sat up straighter and licked his lips.

"John?" Cam frowned at him.

"Baby, concentrate, you smell that?"

Cameron closed his eyes, head tipping a little to the side as he picked apart the air around him. Then they snapped open, just as they rounded the final corner and headed towards the house. "Fucking hell"

"Hmm, Dean's mate"

"Fuck" Cam shifted, he couldn't believe he was getting hard from a smell, well a smell that wasn't John.

His lover smirked at him. "Yeah, you feel that baby? It's pretty new, and all that lovely raw sexual energy is gonna be hanging around for a few days"

He moaned quietly. "I'm not gonna be able to sit for a week"

"Maybe two" John pulled up next to the Impala and leant over for a quick kiss before opening his door and stepping out. "Come on, wanna see if they're prettier than you"

"No one is prettier than me" Cam unfolded himself from the car and gave a little prayer of thanks for no longer having to worry about aches and pains in his legs.

"I am" John slid a hand into his and tugged him towards the house.

"No way"

"Yep"

"Definitely not"

"So am"

"What are you two bitching about now?"

Cam looked up to see his GrandSire stood framed in the open study doorway, until he was back in Dean's proximity he always managed to forget just how intense he was, and how pretty.

"Nothing" He grinned. "And I think we both lose out to Dean"

John snorted. "Yeah, but he got turned way younger than we did"

Dean rolled his eyes. "And what have I won Children?"

"The 'who's prettiest out of us' contest"

"Huh, did you include Tara?"

"Damn" John looked thoughtful. "That pushes us down to third and fourth baby"

"I'm so third"

"No way"


Dean fought the urge to grin at them stupidly. He always missed them when they were gone, and their conversation often reminded him of the days when he was still close to his brother, which should probably disturb him more than it did. He smirked to himself then cleared his throat. They stopped their bickering and looked at him. "You may want to reconsider your positioning"

John raised a brow. "Your mate?"

"Hmm, very impressive John" His Childe had matured into a very talented vampire, Dean sometimes wondered if his training when he was human had helped things along.

"Are we moving up or down the scale?"

Dean grinned. "Come see, you decide" He turned and padded back into his study.

Exchanging a glance they followed him into the study and stood stupidly just inside the door. Dean was stood behind the couch, placing himself directly behind where his mate was curled into a corner. Together they made a very pretty picture, scrap that, they made some kind of picture that wouldn't have looked out of place on the wall of a harem somewhere.

Their eyes were nearly the same shade of hypnotizing green, smooth pale skin almost shimmering in the low light. But the young vampire was small and soft, a stark contrast to Dean's hard muscle and radiating dominance. Her red hair was pulled over one shoulder and tumbled down to curl below the line of her breasts, flickers of gold as she moved slightly. A short silken dress that matched her eyes highlighted her contours and whispered over her thighs.

John gathered himself. "Damn, this so makes us fourth and fifth"

Dean snorted and ran a hand through her hair as she tipped her head to him questioningly. "It means they approve darlin'. Aoife meet John and Cameron"

"Oh" She smiled. "Welcome home, Dean has told me a..little about you"

"Good to be back" John moved further into the room. "Pretty name, you're Irish?"

She nodded. "Yes, we came to the States a few months ago"

"We?"

"My family and I"

Cam frowned at the small growl that came from Dean. Deciding it was wise to ignore it he took the offered whisky and nodded his thanks, taking a seat in the chair opposite the desk. He wasn't sure how close to get to the newest resident in their nest without risking Dean's wrath. It had taken John nearly a month to lose the urge to rip out the throat of anyone who touched Cam. Even now if anyone who wasn't a member of their family touched him, innocent or not, they risked seeing what their insides looked like.

Dean took a seat at his desk and gestured to John that he may sit on the couch with his mate. Cam watched his lover take a seat at the other end, ensuring he didn't make contact when he fell into his usual sprawl.

"So, how was your trip?" Dean raised a brow at his GrandChilde.

Cam shifted slightly. "Good, thanks. Was nice to see them all"

"And when he says all he means all two hundred of them" John grinned and took a gulp of whisky.

"Bite me Shep, there is not two hundred of us"

"Felt like it"

He rolled his eyes at him and turned back to Dean. "The others back?"

"No" Dean tipped back slightly. "Matthew and Jenna are staying out east for a while, think they want to test whether they're ready to go it alone. Tara's found a new friend, expecting her to get tired of him and skulk home in the next couple of weeks"

John snorted and drained his drink. "You think Matthew's ready?"

"More than I was, but territories are starting to close in on each other. I told him he may want to wait until his own family is a little bigger"

"Must all Children leave when they begin their own family?" All three men turned to her.

Dean smiled. "No, but some wish to. If they stay that is how the bigger clans are created, a bloodline started"

"And a bloodline becomes an Order if it survives long enough?"

"Correct"

Cam raised a brow at John. "Did we know that?"

"No"

"Oh, why not?"

Dean huffed. "Because you don't study"

"So do"

"Or ask the right questions"

"You yell when I ask questions"

John snorted. "That's because your questions are pointless"

"Are not"

"Are too"

"I see what you mean" Aoife was smiling slightly at Dean.

John narrowed his gaze at his Sire. "About what?"

Dean's lips twitched. "How strong your bond is, how you work well together"

"I think you're lying"

His Sire raised a brow.

He cleared his throat. How did Dean still manage to get his balls to call a retreat by one simple gesture? "Or not" John stood. "Ok if we wash up? I smell of car interior.." He shifted. "..and I'm stuck to my jeans"

"Nice John, very classy" Dean smirked at him. "You don't need permission sweetheart, go settle yourselves back in. If you don't mind I'd like to see you again later though"

"Um, is it going to involve any form of violence?"

"No John, at least not for you"

"Are we beating Cam up?"

"Hey!"

"I'll leave that to you"

"Hey!"


Dean turned back to his mate as the door clicked shut behind the other two vampires. "Something is bothering you baby girl?" He raised a brow, there was a slight wave of discontentment rolling off Aoife.

"No"

"You can't lie to me baby" He swiveled his chair to the side and gestured to her. "Come here"

His mate studied him for a moment then gracefully rose from the couch, Dean watched the sway of her step as she approached him, running his hands over the silk as she came to a stop before him. "What is it?"

Fingernails ran through his hair and he growled quietly. "There is nothing"

Pressing a soft kiss to her stomach he shook off the stroking through his hair that was making him harden a little and swung the chair back, taking her with it. His mate propped herself on his desk, pale slender legs crossed at the ankles between his. Dean slid his hands over her skin allowing his fingertips to brush under the short hemline. Leaning forward he pressed another kiss on her. "Tell me my love"

Aoife shifted slightly and licked her lips. "You're going to tell them about my family?"

He leant back, elbows propped on the arms of the chair, fingers steepling. "They need to be dealt with Aoife"

Her eyes dipped. "You're going to..kill them?"

"Do you think they deserve to live my love?"

"Don't all things?"

Dean forced a sigh. "Even after everything they did to you, you still defend them"

"I have been reborn, you said so yourself. They were another lifetime. And they were once new life also, babies, children. They played, laughed, cried. I know what created my brother, who knows what my Father suffered to make him as he is"

"My love.." She raised her eyes to meet his. "I have met others who have suffered and who have managed to not turn out to be complete pricks. It is a choice Aoife, to continue to pass on the hurt and the pain or to let it go. Do you wish to make others hurt as you did?"

His mate silently shook her head, red waves swinging slightly.

"Exactly. You even want to protect your family from harm despite everything. That is because you are a good soul, a kind person. You choose not to use your new-found power to inflict pain on others, seek revenge. They had that choice too baby, and they made the wrong one"

Aoife blinked at him.

"What do you think would have happened if I had not found you? If we were not destined to meet? What would they have done Aoife?"

"I don't know" She whispered.

"Yes you do. That's what scares me my love, that's what makes me really pissed. If they hadn't killed you they'd have destroyed you, you know that. They'd have broken that last little bit of you that gave you the strength to run" He ran a hand through his hair. "I've seen some shit baby, and thinking of you, like that..it makes me sick. And it makes me really, really, angry"

She studied their feet again, fingers twisting together. Dean waited quietly. His mate nodded, not raising her eyes. "Can I see them? Once more, offer them the choice?"

"They'll swear anything to keep their sorry arses alive"

"Not if its only me. They won't feel threatened by me"

He growled. "No, you go nowhere near them, especially without me"

"Then you wait outside" Aoife tilted her head up. "They can't hurt me anymore. I may be young but I'm still stronger than humans right?"

Dean ran a hand over his face. "My love.."

"I said I wouldn't be a part of their death but now I know I have no choice, not if you are to be involved in it. I was a more important part of their lives than I realised. They needed me"

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Yes, in their own twisted way"

"Then, please…"

Dean fought with himself for a moment. The side of him that wanted to give his mate everything she desired finally winning out over the part that wanted to protect. "Ok baby" He ran his hands back up her legs. "But it's somewhere we don't need permission to enter, and we are all there"

"You and your Children?"

He raised a brow. "Only John and Cameron"

"My family are only human Dean"

"And I am not. I'm not a monster despite my current form my love but around them I find it hard to keep my control. John and Cameron will be there to watch me as well as you"

She nodded and parted her legs slightly as his touch moved to the top of her thighs. Dean growled quietly again, even after the days they'd had alone he still couldn't stop thinking about her taste, the feel of her under his hands, under him. His mate breathed his name, opening up further, inviting him in. He licked his lips, feeling his teeth begin to lengthen, his dick hardening. The scent of her arousal mingled with the desire travelling between them and he pushed the fabric up further finding nothing but bare smooth skin. "We really must buy you some underwear my love"

"Why?" She blinked down at him, a thin strap falling from her shoulder.

"Because.." He raised her up slightly, gently placing her on his desk before pulling her to the edge. "..one, I happen to like nice underwear.." Dean tugged her feet up either side of his legs. "..and two, this is mine. No flashing"

He kissed the inside of her bent knee letting his teeth graze slightly but not so hard as to break the skin. Aoife purred quietly and leant back on her elbows, head tipping back, eyes closed. She licked her lips. "Does that mean your's is mine?"

Dean grinned against her skin before trailing his mouth further down. "Of course baby girl"

"So we should also get you some underwear?" She jumped slightly as he nipped at the sensitive skin between her sex and the inside of her thigh.

"I do not wear too short dresses" He sucked up a bruise, keeping her hips pinned to the desk as she began to squirm. A fang scraped her skin and he pulled back to watch the single drop roll down, stark red against the white. Catching it with his finger, tongue darting out to taste he moaned, his mate was intoxicating, her taste and scent overwhelming his senses.

Leaving the small wound open so her blood began to run between her legs and join her steadily increasing arousal Dean leant forward again, this time running his tongue over her sex, gentle swirls that encouraged the fluids to merge more. Gripping her sides and pulling her in tighter to him he pushed his tongue deeper, growling as best he could with his mouth pressed firm against her as she soaked his lips and chin.

Her nails scraped down his arms as he switched to long strong licks, tongue curling to flick over her clit at the end of each stroke. Fingers ran through his hair before gripping and pulling him in closer, holding him tight, forcing him to concentrate all of his attentions on her clit. He growled again then sucked hard before resuming his flicking. There was a wave of intense pleasure given off from his mate and the points of her nails dug into his scalp as her hips rolled, chasing, demanding, grinding against his face.

Aoife was whispering his name interspersed with low purrs and Dean could feel her legs beginning to tighten up. Pinning them open in part to tease, in part so he could hear her as she hit her climax he upped his attentions, revelling in the sensations of their combined emotions, shared physical pleasure and the beautiful sounds his mate was making. Her body trembled and arched in his hold and she growled, a sudden intense hit of her scent reached his nostrils and he closed his eyes, concentrating on prolonging her orgasm, ignoring his dick which was now straining against his jeans zipper.

As she began to come down Dean softened his tongue, ran it gently over her folds to soothe and gather her taste before moving down to her legs, he didn't want to waste a drop of the cum that had smeared over her thighs, still tinged pink with her blood. His head was gently grasped and he was guided up, his mate arching her neck slightly so she could reach his mouth, tongue running lazily over his lips. Aoife purred again, soft and contented this time.

Encouraging her mouth open Dean curled his tongue around hers rocking his hips to rub his still denim covered erection against her sensitive skin. His mate whimpered into his mouth and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. He pulled back and looked down at her, Aoife's eyes were sparking bright, hair spread out over his desk, her dress had slipped down, one full breast exposed and bearing the faintest of marks from his feeding this morning.

She reached up to stroke down his cheek. "Sire?"

He smiled. "Hmm. My turn baby"

Returning his smile she sat up, red waves tumbling and brushing over her exposed nipple, legs still loosely hooked around his thighs, and reached for his fly, flicking the button open before slowly sliding down the zipper. He moaned as the pressure was finally released, the teeth of the zip separating sounding loud in his ears. A hand wrapped around him, soft smooth stroking that slowly coated him in his own pre-cum just like he'd shown her to do. Watching himself slide through her fist Dean reached back between her legs, gathering more of her arousal before removing her hand from his dick and adding her slick to his own.

Using his other hand to coax her back down onto the desk and then lifting her hips he stepped closer, guiding himself into her. Dean stood above his soul mate, enjoying the feel of her surrounding him, the light flutters of muscles that had already been forced into climaxing. On the surface Aoife was cool to the touch but inside she was hot, wet, tight, the swollen skin giving him even more beautiful flesh to rub against.

"Dean?" She was blinking up at him, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Bracing a hand by her head he leant over, trailing his other round her throat, down her breasts until it settled on her hip bone, his fingers curling round it tight. "Hold on my love" He murmured, smiling as her legs locked tight around him, hands reaching up to hold the edge of the desk above her head.

The first thrust slid the desk an inch forward, Aoife moaned quietly and tightened her legs, tilting herself up a little more so he could hit deeper. Dean growled and slammed into her again, and again, and again. She was practically whining underneath him now, her own hips thrusting to meet his, Dean threw back his head as his fangs descended fully and he felt his eyes spark.

Refocusing on his mate he saw her arch up, pale full flesh being invitingly offered up to him. Keeping up his punishing rhythm he lowered his head and bit deep, enjoying her cries as he took and took and took.


John rested his face on the back of his mates neck enjoying the small aftershocks of Cameron's climax rippling around his slowly softening dick. Their hands were joined on the bed where he'd pinned the other man under him and his lovers fingers moved to lace through his, seemingly happy to stay as they were for now, Cam on his hands and knees, John sprawled over him.

There was a quiet sigh below him. "Now I understand why Dean moved Tara into his room when I first got here"

John grinned into his skin. Their home was currently full of the smell of sex, and the feeling of love and desire had overwhelmed any blocks that the four vampires had put up between them. He knew his Sire had struggled when he and Cam were first forging their bond, eventually admitting defeat and dragging Tara to bed for a whole week. But he didn't think the pretty blonde vampire had minded that much, however loudly she'd bitched about being used.

Placing a light kiss to his throat John slid from his mate and rolled to the side, sated, for now. Cameron just ungracefully collapsed to the bed, staying on his front. He trailed lazy fingers over his back. "You ok baby?"

"Umhmm"

"I know we don't need to breathe but do you think you could come out from the pillow?" He smirked at the other man as he turned his head and glared at John. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Cameron licked his lips. "Only in the good way"

"You're so wrong. Were you secretly this kinky when you were human? Cause if you were I can't believe I missed it"

"Bite me"

"Just did"

"Yeah" Cam ran a finger down John's chest. "What do you think Dean wants us to talk about?"

"Scared?"

"No" Cam scowled at him. "Maybe"

John snorted. "Don't know" He furrowed his brow. "He didn't seem too keen on her family though"

"Cant imagine him wanting to talk about that with us"

"If he does it must be bad" John growled quietly as Cam ran fingers through his hair.

"I..do you think he'd ask us to.."

"Hurt them?" John raised a brow.

His mate frowned slightly. "Um, yes"

"He wouldn't ask us baby, feeding and taking a life are very different. I think it's difficult to come back from"

"But Dean would be willing to do that?"

"If it is that then yes. Our mates are everything Cameron, what would you do if you found out someone had caused me pain?"

"Make them say sorry then rip out their throat" His mates voice had dropped lower, the hint of a snarl behind it.

John grinned at him. "Thank you, I think" He pressed his lips against the younger vampire's before sitting up and dragging a hand through his hair. "And that's just thinking about it, imagine knowing its true, or witnessing it"

"Ok, yeah, shit" Cam sat up and wrapped his arms round John's waist, nuzzling into his neck. He tipped his head to the side to give him better access. His mate hummed quietly. "Guess we should shower" He mumbled into his skin.

"That would be the polite thing to do if we're meeting friends later" John twisted and smiled at the frown on his mates face. "The sooner we get this done the sooner I can fulfil my promise of having you tied down"

Cam groaned a little. "More?"

"Yeah" John grasped his chin. "Always.." He pressed his lips against Cam's. "And you know you love it"

"Asshole"


"What is that smell?"

Dean turned from the drinks cabinet and grinned at his Children. "Stew"

John blinked. "Stew?"

"With dumplings"

"Uh.."

He poured another two whisky's and gestured to the couch in front of the fire. "I did explain to her that food wasn't necessary anymore but apparently Aoife finds it relaxing to cook"

"Huh" Cam took a seat next to his mate. "Well, it actually smells..good. If I was human still my mouth would probably be watering"

Dean snorted. "Yeah, sometimes being a vampire sucks"

John smiled at him. "It might be nice actually, to try every now and then. I miss turkey sandwiches, and cookies"

"You make an appalling vampire John" Dean smirked at the roll of his Childe's eyes. "I miss pie"

"Hmm, pie" Cameron's eyes glazed slightly. "And macaroons"

"Yeah" They sat in silence for a minute then Dean shook himself from the memory of biting into a juicy burger. "Ok, this is ridiculous" He swirled his glass thoughtfully. "Actually, while I've got you here without her I may as well speak to you"

John raised a brow. "You're hiding something from her?"

Dean frowned at him. "No. She knows we're going to discuss it, but it makes her a little uneasy"

"Because it's about her family?" Cam looked at him questioningly.

He huffed a quiet surprised laugh. "Yes, very clever sweetheart"

"I try"

"Yes you're very trying" John grinned at his mate before turning back to Dean. "So?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair. "I've just got off the phone to Sam, we're looking for her Father and brother. He's got his contacts on it, I've spoken to mine too. I want them found"

The two men sat in silence waiting for him to continue. Their understanding of such things still surprised him sometimes, the fact they were older than he was when they were turned often escaping his mind. He took a sip of whisky. "They hurt her, a lot. The only reason they're still alive is because Aoife asked me not to kill them, and at that time I was unaware of just how bad it was. My instinct is to hunt them down, tear them to shreds, but its risky..I've worked hard to control that side of me. Have encouraged my Children to do the same"

"We don't have to be monsters despite our need for blood. We can feed without killing, hunt without using humans as prey, I want my family to protect not to kill" He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair. "But I can't let this go. Not just because of her but I don't think they're going to stop, either looking for Aoife or finding someone else to be their slave. Knowing they're alive and walking around makes me feel uneasy"

"Uneasy?" John was studying him curiously.

'It is difficult to explain" Dean took a gulp of his drink. "You know when as a human you would get the feeling of déjà vu, or that sensation of someone walking over your grave, maybe a sudden panic that something bad was going to happen but couldn't understand why?" His Childe nodded. "It is like that. Like I have left them alive, left an opening for something terrible to happen"

"They'd never find her Dean, and even if they did.."

"I know. And she said the same. Even if she was alone she's stronger than both of them put together now, they wouldn't even register as a threat but still..humans can hurt vampires, can kill them with the right knowledge. And her brother is resourceful, if completely insane, he tracked her across five states. That's some kind of skill"

"Or obsession"

"Yeah, that too" Dean frowned. "She doesn't know much about what her family do, has no idea where the money comes from, if they have jobs, why they moved out here. Something doesn't feel right, and as I say to find her was pretty impressive. She's not exactly practiced at covering her tracks but from what she's told me I'd have had trouble finding her before, and that was what I did for a living"

"Tracked people?"

"Yes, and other things"

"Do you think they could be tied to what you did before?"

His brows rose. "I hadn't thought of that" Dean swirled his now nearly empty glass. "I don't think so, they seemed pretty surprised when I showed them my teeth.."

John snorted quietly.

"But maybe on the outskirts, or something similar"

"Could be a drug ring, smuggling, could have been on the run themselves"

Dean nodded quietly before moving back over to the whisky, gesturing to John to bring him their glasses as well.

"I take it you and Sam aren't welcome in your old circle anymore?" Cam nodded his thanks as he was passed another drink.

"You could say that" Dean sat again, stretching his legs out. "There was one guy we trusted with everything but he didn't exactly take this.." He gestured to himself. "..very well"

"Banished you from his door huh?"

He snorted sadly. "Pretty much. Shame, he could probably be real handy with this"

"Why not try again?" John leant forward, cupping his glass. "Its been a long time, maybe he's had time to think. It's not as though he'd have been hearing reports of you and your brother going on rampaging killing sprees"

"And if he hasn't and I reveal anything that could lead the hunters here.." Dean rubbed a hand over his face. "I couldn't risk our home like that, our family. For all he knows we're both dead now"

"And he is uh.." Cam cleared his throat quietly.

Dean nodded. "He's still alive. I swing by maybe once a year, keep my distance but check his place out. He's pretty knowledgable, without us around I expect nothing's tried to kill him in years"

John grinned at him. "Ok, but he's good right?"

"Yeah, the best"

"So maybe try? A phone call from a burned phone, a few towns over?" John raised a brow.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, maybe. I'll look into it" He leant back into his chair. "When we find them, because I will, I've told Aoife I'll deal with it but I need you both there. Your read on the situation will be better than mine, as much as I hate to admit it I'm going to struggle not to give in to the rage"

"You want us to stop you?"

"I want you to make sure I stop at some point, and keep my mate safe. She can't get hurt, by them or me"

"She'll be there?" Cam frowned.

"I owe her one last conversation with them, I think she needs to see them again as she is now. With the vampire the fear of them has gone, it should expose what they really are to her, validate my actions"

John propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "Maybe you should get Sam there too, even consider asking him to deal with them himself?"

Dean raised a brow. "We're not exactly close"

"You nearly died protecting his home and family Sire, and he called every night when you were unconscious, you called him to help with this, the bond is still there. Maybe now you've both formed new families it'll be easier? He's obviously dealt with his issues concerning being turned"

"My Childe…"

"I know it might not be my place Dean, but it has to be suggested. He's as old and as strong as you, he understands how you work, knew you before. We'll try but do you really think we can keep Aoife safe and hold you back? As much as it sucks for me to admit it I am weaker than you, and how much stronger will you get when you're in full enraged vampire mode?"

Dean forced a sigh. "My Children are growing annoyingly wise"

"We are awesome" Cameron smiled at him. "But John is right. Could we really pull you off? Would you turn on us?"

"Never" He glared at them.

"But you're talking about protecting Aoife from you, your mate, the one who out of everyone you should never be able to lay a finger on"

"I'm going in blind Cameron, if anything you have more of an idea just what my reactions will be. Put you and John in the same position"

"John mentioned the same thing earlier. I felt, angry, really angry. I wanted to kill someone who doesn't even exist" Cam trailed his fingers over his mates leg. "Think about Sam Sire, please"

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ok sweetheart. I will. But lets find them first ok?"

"We'll do what we can"

He smiled at John. "I know you will darlin', and thank you"


After his Children had retired upstairs and his mate was lounging in a warm bath Dean padded wearily into his study. The scent of their earlier love-making still hanging in the air making him lick his lips involuntarily, his dick hardening a little. Shaking off those feelings for now he moved behind his desk and sat down, pulling open a drawer and taking out the phone that he'd placed there years ago.

Connecting it to the charger he watched it light up, the message symbol blinking up at him in the darkness. He snorted quietly, three hundred and forty-one voice mails, brief memories of all the people he'd handed a fictional business card flashed before his eyes. He wondered how many had found the help they needed. Before the battery had died he'd changed his answer phone message, giving the number that would get them through to one of the many phones that hung on Bobby's wall.

Wiping them all without listening to them, he didn't need the added guilt of abandoning those in need on top of everything else he flicked through his contacts, finger briefly hovering over the name that sat near the top. Draining his drink he hit the call button. This phone was untraceable, Sammy had seen to that, and by tomorrow night it would be far away, at the bottom of a very deep lake.

As it rang he fought the urge to hang up, crush the phone in his hand. There was a click as the receiver was lifted on the other side.

"Agent Johnson"

He rolled his eyes. "Bobby?"

"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number"

"Bobby, wait! It's, uh, it's Dean..Winchester"

Silence met him but he could still hear the quiet breathing of the old hunter.

"Bobby, I know it's been..well, so long. But I need something. And someone reminded me you're the best"

More silence.

"Shit Bobby, say something. Yell, swear at me, whatever"

"You know how many times I rung this phone boy? How dare you call me to ask a fucking favour"

Dean growled quietly.

"And don't fucking growl at me you fucking vampire!"

He opened his mouth to yell back then paused. "You called?"

"Of course I called you idjit. Shit, I've been thinking you were both dead and gone for ten years"

"But..you, you hated us. Told us to never come back"

"You turned up on my doorstep as vampires Dean, what the fuck did you expect to happen. An invitation into my house huh? Tea and cakes all round?"

"Asshole"

"I needed time Dean. But then you vanished off the face of the fucking planet"

"Was kinda expecting a full-scale manhunt on my arse Bobby"

"And I thought about it son, I really did. But then I thought if any vampire can be halfway decent it would be you, and Sammy"

"Shit"

"And I ain't heard no tales of you two slaughtering your way round America so I figure I was right. Or you're both better at being sneaky than you were when you were humans"

"Hey, we were totally sneaky"

"Bullshit"

They sat in silence for a moment.

"So, you ain't killing?"

Dean rolled his eyes again. "No" He thought of his Children, Aoife. "Well, not like you think"

"What?!"

"Hey, hey. Only to help people Bobby"

"Thats not helping people you fucking idjit"

"They were dying Bobby, I was too late. Gave them the choice"

"Jesus. And how'd that work out for you huh?"

"It's different Bobby. When they're already half-dead. It's not like hunting down and killing. And it worked out pretty well thank you. I have a wonderful family"

"They're not family boy"

"Yes they are. But I'm not spending all night trying to convince you about my life choices"

His old friend snorted down the phone. "And life's so peachy you need a favour from me?"

"Such an asshole" Muttered Dean. "Yes, yes I do. Sammy and I, well we pretty much cut ourselves off Bobby. We know the threat hunters pose and there are other things out there. Just cause you're a monster don't mean all the other monsters instantly invite you round for a fucking dinner party…unless they want to eat you of course"

There was a reluctant huff of laughter down the phone.

"I'm trying to find two men. They hurt someone special to me. Really bad. I want them"

"So you are killing?"

"I..I don't know Bobby. All I know is that I can't let it go. They're pricks, and they won't stop looking for her, and if they can't find her they'll probably take it out on some poor other girl"

"Jesus Dean, humans? You're still fucking about with human women"

"For fuck's s..look, she's not human. But she was when I first met her.."

"Un-fucking-believable"

"She's my mate Bobby, my soul mate. That means she's my world, my everything. I think you'd like her too. She makes a mean Irish stew"

"Ive had some weird conversations with you son but this.."

"They beat her Bobby, and not just with their fists, but with belts and canes. You should have seen her before she turned. The scars…she must have bled so much" Dean swallowed back the bile, hearing his voice crack. "And her brother, he wanted..you know.. if I hadn't found her.." He trailed off, lost in the horror of the imagined sights.

There was a quiet hiss in his ear. "You better be telling the truth Dean"

"What? No, I wouldn't. I, I should have made them pay before but I couldn't, she asked me not to. I can't go against her wishes"

"But now you are?"

"She says she understands now. Has asked that if I find them she can speak with them. Offer them redemption, a chance to change"

"You're shitting me?"

"No. I know it sounds impossible Bobby, but being a vampire…we never really understood as hunters but we love, we hurt, we mourn. But those few bad apples give us a bad name. Just like the human race has its fair share of homicidal maniacs"

"I don't know Dean.."

"I get a bad feeling about them. And not just cause of her. You know her brother tracked her when she ran away, and he did a bloody good job of it. Sammy and I would have struggled to find her. And they have money but seemingly no source of income, and she says they'd be away for days at a time"

"You think they're hunters?"

"I don't know. I'd never heard of them but like I say..haven't exactly been around lately"

There was a pause. "Ok son, give me their names. I'll see what I can do. But if I get the slightest hint of bullshit.."

"Thank you Bobby. No bullshit I promise"

"I will hunt your pale white arse down and stake it"

"That doesn't exactly work" There was an impressive growl for a human and Dean winced. "Ok, sorry. You're looking for Aiden and Liam Quinn"

"Irish huh?"

"Hence the stew"

"Yeah, of course" Bobby sighed. "I'll get on it. This number?"

"It's disappearing, for good this time. I've got to be careful too"

"So..?"

Dean reeled off the number for an answering service. "Leave a message for Mark Hamill"

"Fucking idjit"

The phone went dead and Dean grinned at it before crushing it into his palm.