Cameron watched his GrandSire's mate as she stood at the darkened windows of the bedroom, despite the situation he and John had hesitated when it had come to the decision of what room to gather in. They had eventually settled upon theirs, with the reasoning that if Aoife's brother did track her to the house maybe his and John's scent would cover hers for a vital few moments, and although Dean always made it clear any of his family were welcome anywhere in his house since his mate's arrival the bedroom had become slightly off-limits.
He vaguely understood, Aoife's presence in his and John's space was causing him to feel a little restless and he'd noted that she had been careful not to unnecessarily touch the furniture or any of their possessions.
"Sweetheart.." John moved closer to the other vampire. "We need to pull the drapes, and get you away from the window"
She continued to look out into the night. "It won't make any difference, upstairs or down, closed curtains or not, if he has my scent…my brother is as driven as my Sire"
John looked at Cameron and raised a brow. He shrugged back. They couldn't touch her, not without risking the wrath of Dean if they didn't have a damn good explanation for their scent being on her skin and buried deep inside the mistreated and abused young woman there was a stubborn streak that ran a mile wide. His mate ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe so, but I'd rather not have to explain to your mate why I didn't do everything in my power to hide you. He's mean when he's mad"
Aoife twisted her head to smile over her shoulder. "I have noticed.." She frowned.
Cameron felt John's suddenly heightened tension tighten his own shoulders. "What?"
She blinked and turned back to the window, head tilting to one side. "He is here"
"Shit" Cameron licked his lips, trying to catch whatever scent she was picking up. But this dick was her family, she'd be able to pick him out in a crowd a mile away "John?"
His mate had his eyes closed, head tipped to a similar angle as Aoife. "I can't get it" John opened his eyes. "You sure?"
Aoife nodded. "Yes, there are differences but it is him"
"How far?"
"Perhaps half a mile away"
"Damn it" John pursed his lips in thought.
"Do as Dean said, do not endanger yourselves" Aoife smiled. "I shall sit quiet I promise"
"He's still gonna smell you sweetheart, what do you think brought him here?"
"The relaxed yet fulfilling Texan lifestyle?"
Cameron snorted. John glared at her. "Very funny"
"Thank you"
The oldest vampire rolled his eyes. "This is serious Aoife, shit"
"I know" She moved from the window and pulled closed the drapes. "If our guess that Aiden is now a wolf is correct we must be very careful"
"Can you not pick it up in his scent?"
Aoife shook her head. "No, it is not a skill I have honed, and I do not know what their markers are. I am quite sure he is not a vampire but that may be because he does not carry our family's scent. It is a pity Dean was not more specific"
"I think he was a little distracted with fighting off his impending breakdown" John swept his gaze round their room. "Even with his driving I'm guessing he won't be back for another hour, maybe your brother will be wary once he picks up the scents of other vampires. Back off, or at least take the time to come up with some kind of plan"
"I doubt it" Aoife shook her head. "He was never patient as a human, and his survival instinct was barely present the last time I saw him"
"Great, a crazy arse, suicidal wolf"
"Who is also very focused" She raised a brow. "Maybe I should attempt to engage him? It is me who he wishes to see after all"
"No fucking way" Cameron glared at her. "For all of our arse's sakes"
"If he enters the house we must stop him" She smoothed the front of her clothes. "Aiden will force our hand"
"I don't think he's going to be in the talking mood sweetheart" John's brow furrowed a little. Cameron shifted and prodded at their bond, his mate was worryingly keeping his thoughts to himself. "Your brother is still young, whatever he is. Our strength will far outweigh his, it would only be his mental instability and his obsession that could give him an edge. But it could also cause him to make a few mistakes" John nodded slightly. "We wait. See what game plan he chooses"
"John, I'm not sure…"
"Cameron" He was shot a pointed look. "If it was just us I'd say we turn the tables, hunt him down. But we need to stay here with Aoife unless he gives us no choice. What if we leave the room, the house, to go hunting and he gives us the slip? Makes it here before we do?"
He nodded wearily. "Yeah sure. I know..it's just, it goes against everything.." They may have been pilot's but both he and John were special ops trained, a necessity for some of the missions they had undertaken and it grated to stay hidden, wait it out. Even off-world when he'd been leading SG-1 those times had frustrated him, made him antsy. And now he was a vampire for fuck's sake and he was still being asked to step back, 'wait it out'. He'd grown to really resent those words over the months at the SGC.
"I know baby. Me too. But this is best ok?" John smiled at him. "I promise when this is done we'll go find someone for you to beat up"
Cam flipped him off as Aoife hid a smile behind her hand.
Sam bent his head to examine the woman laid out over his lap and the cool leather seat of the Impala, cursing quietly as he was forced to grip on to her as they took another corner without slowing. These were not ideal conditions to be turning someone, to begin with he had hoped to delay it until they were back at his brothers nest but she had been slipping away so quickly, as it was he'd only dared to take half the blood he would usually not wanting to push her past the point where she couldn't be brought back. To make matters worse she would probably start looking for her first feed right around the time they skidded into Dean's driveway. Or crashed through his front doors. He held tight to her again. "Dean, you need to ease off round the bends"
"Bite me Sam"
He glared at him in the mirror but his brothers eyes were focused solely on the road, and now blazing nicely. "You may have superhuman reflexes these days but the Impala is still an Impala Dean, it's gonna roll" There was a quiet little growl. Sam wasn't sure if it was due to him suggesting Dean add a few seconds onto their ETA or the slur on his baby.
"How is she?" The words were ground out, his brother forcing himself to give a shit about anything that wasn't getting back to his mate.
"Dead"
"Funny guy"
Sam watched the fingers grip the wheel a bit tighter. "I'll know in an hour or so. I've done all I can"
"Tash'll be pissed"
"She'll understand" He licked his lips and braved the question seeing as Dean appeared to be making the effort to not sink further into his enraged state. "If Aiden gets there before us they know what to do right?"
Dean blinked, the luminous green hidden for a millisecond before once again seeming to bathe the front seat in an eerie glow. "What?"
Sam eyed him. "Your family, Children, they know what to do if a wolf comes a-knocking?"
"Um.." For the first time since they had discovered Aoife's bed sheet his brother looked uncertain. "..shit" He punched the steering wheel. "Shit!"
"Dean?" Sam shot another quick glance down at the young woman. She was still dead.
"Shit Sammy, shit. I'm such a dick" He began scrabbling for his phone next to him, the car beginning to swerve all over the road.
Sam held tight. "Jesus Dean, either pull over or stop that"
"I'm not fucking stopping"
"Then chuck me the phone" The Impala spent another couple of seconds on two out of its four wheels as Dean tried to flip open his cell. "Dean!" He caught it in mid-air and travelling at high-speed, an inch from his own nose. "Idiot" He muttered. "Right, so they don't know what to do?"
"Call John. I didn't even bloody tell him what Aiden was.."
"What?!'
"Hey, I was a little distracted!" For a moment their eyes met in the mirror. Sam nodded, he remembered the despair, could see it reflected back in his brother's haunted gaze. Dean licked his lips. "Call John, I'll tell you what to say…"
John was halfway down the stairs when the heavy wooden doors were ripped from their hinges, he ducked as one whistled past his head, the other sliding to a stop in front of his Sire's study. He eyed the man, wolf, thing, wolf man thing that stood panting in the gaping hole. He'd studied many of the books Dean had gathered after the older vampire had returned injured from the fight with werewolves, keen to learn all he could about the creatures that still posed a threat to him and his mate despite their vampiric resilience and strength.
Aoife's brother did indeed appear to have been turned by a wolf but his supernatural and human traits were merging, twisting. Aiden Quinn looked like neither a wolf or a human, and yet at the same time like both. His eyes burned with rage, one flickering between the orange so common in wolves and the stunning green that was obviously a family trait, the other remaining steadfastly human. The partly elongated jaw line and nose were covered in dark hair that then ran down his throat and covered most of his bare chest, the hair on his head was wild and tangled.
Aiden's arms were hair free but they were long and deadly looking claws curled from where his nails would have been when he was a man, he was still wearing his jeans but the feet were bare and also appeared to be enlarged, claws clacking on the marble floor as he slowly padded into the house. John thought he caught a flicker of pain cross his face. Aiden Quinn had somehow got himself stuck mid-transformation and it had to hurt like a son of a bitch. John licked his lips, it probably wasn't improving his mood.
There was a low growl and he forced himself to stare into the crazily flashing eyes. He smiled, careful to show his teeth, project his dominance. He may not be the leader of this nest but John Sheppard had been turned by an Alpha and he was next in line. "Get out" He could rip this fucker apart but he figured Dean would want that pleasure. The wolf made a weird snorting noise which he presumed was its attempt at a laugh and curled its lip, John turned his nose up, the guy smelt terrible and old blood stained his teeth. "And then could I suggest a shower? Maybe some light flossing?" He could practically feel his mate rolling his eyes up in the bedroom.
"Aoife.." And with the twisted jaw and part wolf tongue her name was nearly indiscernible..nearly.
"She's on honeymoon" He kept his image relaxed, trying to subtly keep on his toes. Dean and Aoife had both been right. Her brother had crossed so far into insanity nobody could predict his actions. "In Bali"
There was another strange snort and Aiden approached the stairs. "Smell…good…" John took another step down. "Mine.." The clawed fingers flexed. "Aoife.."
"She's taken" John widened his stance on the stair. "By someone a hell of a lot prettier than you are…and who's not her brother"
"Mine.." The wolf growled and took two steps in one stride.
"No. Leave now" He could feel Cameron's panic start to edge into their bond, he willed him to keep calm, John did not need projected anxiousness impeding his senses. The wolf howled and he braced himself for the inevitable hit as Aiden began to run towards him. As a force struck him with unpredicted power John wrapped his arms round the man's chest and threw both of them over the banisters, making sure Aiden was on the bottom when they crashed onto the hard floor of the entrance hall.
Not giving his attacker time to regroup John pushed himself up and laid blow after blow to his head and face, willing the guy to just pass the fuck out. But Aiden's head must be as hard as a rock because he just kept struggling beneath him, then searing agony tore across John's side. He half growled, half whined in pain and fumbled for the other mans wrists with a vague view to pinning them down, holding them away from his body.
But now he was injured and that all important blood was draining away too quickly, John could feel his strength fading fast. Obviously sensing his increasing weakness Aiden started to buck underneath him, hands flailing, trying to get another good slash at John's skin. Their growls mingled together, his own interspersed with cursing as he tried to get a handle on the wolf, it's shifting body throwing him off-balance as a hand became a paw with too sharp claws, coarse fur became smooth skin.
Finally freeing himself of the wolf's grasp John bared his fangs, this was going to taste like shit and may give him some serious stomach upset but it was now the only way. He lowered his head and bit deep, taking care to rip and tear at the skin, inflict as much damage as possible. The man under him howled in pain and John growled, could feel his eyes sparking despite the expected rank taste of the skin beneath his lips.
But it appeared Aoife's brother did have the will to survive, in a move which must have caused considerable pain to himself he flipped them, ripping free from John's bite at the same time. He stared up at him, locked briefly with the other's gaze as the wolf's blood hit his now bared chest, a moment that felt eerily still as if the universe was waiting to see what would happen next. Then Aiden was torn away from him, Cameron throwing the werewolf bodily towards the kitchen, John heard the thunk of a very hard head hitting a very hard kitchen island.
"John.." He was pulled up and winced at the pain in his side. Cameron dropped his eyes to the wound. "Shit, I told you, stupid stubborn bastard"
"And I told you to stay upstairs" He curled his fingers over the gaping wound in his side, feeling himself reflexively hunch a little.
His mate scowled at him. "Jesus fuck John, look at you.."
"Can we maybe do this later?" John turned to see Aiden slowly pushing himself up from the floor. "Damn it, just bloody die, or at least stay unconscious"
"Driven?" Cam shifted by his side.
"Yeah, crazy prick"
His mate snorted. "You stand down for this one"
"No" The wolf shifted again, the image before them flickering. John eyed him.
"Yes"
"Cameron.."
"Get upstairs with her" There was now the sickening familiar clack of claws.
"No"
"Please John" He could feel Cameron's desperation washing over him. "Please, you're too weak now" His mate stepped in front of him, the clacking picking up in speed and volume.
"Cameron, no.." As he tried to push his mate out of the way he found him immovable, he must be even weaker than he realised. "Cam.." The other vampire was suddenly no longer in front of him as Aiden reached his destination and Cameron steered their course sideways but just like John had found he couldn't seem to get a handle on his opponent. All their learned fighting skills pointless in the face of so many shifting claws and teeth to dodge.
He felt his mate take a hit to the face. John stalked towards where they were locked together, embracing the rage that was building nicely and effectively blocking out the pain, no more fucking about, wound or no wound, Aiden Quinn was dying, now. He grunted as Cameron hit him full force in the chest and they very ungracefully tumbled back into the entrance hall. John untangled himself from his mate's limbs and stood in time to watch the wolf hurtling towards them, teeth bared, his feet not even making contact with the ground and Aiden must have taken a flying leap… he stood in front of Cameron, his side hurt like fuck, he wasn't sure if he actually had any blood left in him but his mate…he was everything, and he'd be buggered if this crazy fuck took him from John…he clenched his jaw and readied himself to meet the wolf mid-air…
Aiden dropped, the sound of a gunshot echoing through the house as a brief look of surprise crossed his face before he hit the marble.
Cameron got to his feet grumbling quietly at the flashes of pain before following John's gaze which was directed towards the winding staircase. Aoife stood a few steps from the bottom stair, gun still pointed to where she had fired at her brother, the dim light from the hall above reflecting off its polished barrel. He curled his arm around his mate's waist, exhaustion and pain was flowing freely through their bond telling him John didn't even have the energy to try to block it. He growled quietly. "Couldn't have mentioned the gun before John nearly fucking died?"
"Cameron.." The older vampire shifted in his hold. "..not now baby"
"No John, I mean what the.."
"Sam called from Dean's phone" Aoife lowered her weapon, fingernails tracing patterns over the banisters, cool green eyes never leaving his. "Told me where the gun was if Aiden got here before them" She waved it. He fought the urge to duck. "Silver bullets"
"I don't fucking believe this" Cameron couldn't stop thinking about the agonising pain shooting down his side as he paced their room upstairs, the horrifying moment when he thought his everything was gone.
"Baby, cut it out" And now his mate was starting to feel uneasy again. "You ok sweetheart…"
There was the sound of tyres screeching to a stop and Cam felt himself be tugged back. "John..?"
"He's pissed Cameron, really, really pissed" John gestured to Aoife with the hand that wasn't gripping Cam's waist for support. "Over here hon, just in case"
"Won't that piss him off even more?"
"I agree with Cameron"
"Just get here" His mate hissed beside him.
Cam had been feeling John's pain, and for the past few seconds, his panic, but now washing over all of that was his GrandSire's rage. He fought back the whine, it was all-consuming, no mercy, burning hot. He nodded at the female vampire. "Aoife…"
There was a deep growl, one that hit the base of his spine and made his legs shake ashamedly. "Don't…move" And despite the order not being directed at him Cameron wanted to tell Dean that he had no intention of moving, that he'd do anything he said and keep doing it forever, and he knew it was just his instincts kicking in when faced with a ballistic Alpha but it didn't suck any less. He bit his lips shut and watched as, against all probability, Aoife calmly began her journey down the stairs, gun held loosely by her side.
Another growl and Cam felt John's knees buckle beneath him. He eyed his GrandSire who was watching his mate move towards him, disobeying the one command he'd managed to grind out in human words. Dean was framed in the already decimated doorway and while he wasn't quite frothing at the mouth yet he may as well have been, his eyes were so lit up they were practically illuminating the hallway and his tongue was darting through his exposed teeth, running over and over the tips of his fangs, his chest rising and falling as if panting despite the fact he hadn't taken a breath in years. "Mine.." And this word was whispered softly but it made Cam want to whine again and Aoife paused in her movements, foot hanging off the bottom step.
Dean broke into a run and he felt John try to move to get to her first, he tightened his grip, pulling his mate back. Neither of them were strong enough to take down their leader in his blinding rage, even if they hadn't just fought off a batshit crazy wolf. Then Dean was sent to the floor with a snarl, his brother on top of him, attempting to use his body mass to keep him there. There was a brief struggle as they fought for dominance which ended with his GrandSire still pinned by Sam but now facing up and with one arm free to land a blow to his face.
Sam's head shot round and he growled. "Dean, enough!"
"Off!" The other vampire snarled and bared his teeth, swinging back for another punch. "Mine, have"
"Not until you come the fuck back down!" Sam took another blow and Cam was impressed despite the dire situation. "Dean..!" He cursed as he was bucked off and rolled to his feet as his brother resumed his path to his mate who had taken several steps back up the staircase. Making chase he grabbed Dean's waist and threw them sideways, crashing through the banisters and landing in a heap near Cam and John's feet. Sam stood, his grip on Dean's shirt forcing him up with him, he slammed him against the surviving pieces of wood. "Enough Dean, that is enough. You hear me?"
"How dare you" And now his GrandSire's voice was cold, and old, so old, and his rage had moved from burning hot to burning ice. Cam shivered and tried to drag John further away. "She is mine"
"Yes, and you can have her when you bring yourself back big brother" Sam pressed him in further, the banisters creaking their protest behind them. "I let you near her like this and I'll never forgive myself, you will never forgive me. And I get enough of your bitching. Come back Dean, then you can go see her"
The other vampire squirmed for a minute then seemed to slump slightly. Dean nodded. "Sure, sure. Ok Sammy. I'm sorry.." But as Sam's grip loosed a little he smiled, lips curling up exposing his fangs. With a roar he pushed against his larger sibling and propelled him backwards until they tripped over the still slowly bleeding body of Aiden Quinn and began to once again exchange blows on the floor, in what was a little like a particularly brutal playground fight.
Cam looked at his mate. "What do we do?"
"I think Sam has this one" John flinched a little as said vampire had his head slammed against the marble. "Or..maybe not. Shit"
"How dare you try to keep me from her!" Another slam into the floor.
"Shit" They looked up at Aoife. "Go sweetheart"
She shifted her gaze from the fight to them. "No"
"Yes, he's scaring you. That says something" John pleaded with her. "Please hon, when he comes round he'll be devastated"
Her eyes flickered to the two older vampires who had rolled a little closer to the door again, Dean back on top, arm pulled back to lay another punch to his little brothers face. "This is all my fault"
"No, it isn't" Cam hefted John up a little.
"Yes, it is. I should have been able to talk Dean out of it. Now, look at you both, and look at them. They are brothers"
"Brothers beat each other up all the time, trust me"
John nodded his agreement. "Uh huh"
"John.."
"That is enough!" In what had to be a perfect comedic moment had they been in a sitcom the brothers paused, frozen with Dean's fist an inch from Sam's nose, the younger brother's elbow about to jab into his ribs. They both stared at the door. An older man with a beard that looked like it hadn't been combed since it first sprouted from his chin cocked his shotgun.
"Now boys, I know this won't kill ya no more but it will hurt like a son of a bitch, and neither of you will be so pretty afterwards so I suggest you cut it out and tell me what the fuck is going on here" Dean growled. "And none of that Dean Winchester, vamp or no" The safety was clicked off. The sound was almost instantly echoed, Cam looked up, Aoife had re-aimed her weapon, straight at the newcomers chest.
"And who are you..?" The soft melodies of her Irish accent suddenly didn't seem so pretty anymore. "..to come here and threaten my family, my mate?"
He snorted. "You should know girl, you invited me"
"You did?" Cam stared at her.
"Uh, you did?" Sam peered around his brother's frozen form.
She smiled and lowered her weapon. "If I did you must be Bobby. I do apologise, as you can see.." She gestured around the now completely destroyed ground floor.
"Been busy. And the Winchester kinda busy too"
John gave a half-hearted chuckle then whimpered quietly. Cam turned to face him. "Shit, baby..?"
"It's ok my love" He smiled weakly at him. "Just need to replenish my levels"
He nodded. "Of course, I'm so…"
There was another loud growl and whatever shock Bobby's voice had inflicted on Dean must have now worn off because he was pushing off Sam and heading for Aoife again. His brother grabbed at his foot. "Stubborn asshole! Will you quit it?!"
"Back off" The words were snarled out and Dean tried to kick Sam in the face.
"I'm telling you son, I will shoot" The vampire stopped and blinked dazedly at the only human in a ten mile radius. Cam hoped it was because his fight with Sam had drained some of the rage. "I known you since you were a knee-high Dean Winchester and whatever you're planning on doing I know you'll regret. You're a good man, a good..vampire. And your girl is safe, your family alive, and your enemy seems to have been killed several times over if his stink is anything to go by. Time to let it go son" A bushy brow was raised. "Don't be an ijit"
While Bobby had been talking Sam had gotten to his feet and was now placed between Dean and the stairs where Aoife was stood. She made her way back down, moving to stand on the stair below him. He frowned, she waved a hand. "He will not hurt me, not ever" She tilted her head and Dean shifted his gaze to meet her eyes. "Would you?"
He looked at the fallen body of her brother, eyes flickering over John and Cam before returning to his mate, the gun still hooked into her fingers. He closed his eyes briefly and licked his lips. "Never" And the edge was gone, his voice still sounding strained but it's echoes of the beast nearly non-existent now, and when he opened his eyes they sparked but the flames were dying. He seemed to pull in a needless breath then wordlessly took to the stairs, gently removing the gun from Aoife's hand before guiding her up and away from the man she had just shot and killed.
"Well?" Bobby shot Sam a questioning look once they disappeared from view.
The younger Winchester nodded thoughtfully. "They should be fine. He feels…warmer"
Cam matched his affirmative nod. "Yeah, I can hardly feel any rage now at all" He gently encouraged John over to the upturned sofa, murmuring his thanks as Sam righted it and placed some cushions at one end. "I'm gonna get you something John, once you've drunk we'll get you to bed"
His mate nodded and settled back. "Thank you baby" He stroked a hand down his cheek. "I'm sorry"
"I'm getting used to it" Cam grinned at the half-hearted one-fingered salute and moved over to the fridge.
"So Sam, am I getting an explanation, and a place to stay where I don't wake up a vamp? It seems to be some kind of epidemic round here"
Cam snorted quietly into the fridge door.
"Sure Bobby, and we'll try to refrain from eating you"
"I'm touched, I really am. Now, we'd better shift the body huh? Don't think we need Dean or his girl seeing that when they get up in the morning, uh evening"
"Yeah, let me just realign my nose first" Cam quietly closed the fridge door and shared a smile with his mate. You could tell these two, and Dean, had a hell of a special bond, one that worked just fine without the vampire equation. "And I'd better ring Tash too"
"You're gonna be in so much trouble"
Sam flipped John off in the mirror as he examined his beaten face. "Bastard"
"Me or Dean?"
"Both of you" He winced slightly then turned around. "Right, body first. If you think the smell is bad try experiencing it with a vamp's nose"
"Thought yours was broken"
Sam glared at him. "Come on old man"
"Yeah, yeah" Bobby leant his shotgun against the wall and moved to grab Aiden's ankles. "Then you'd better go let your friend out the car, she doesn't look too happy, wouldn't want her eating Dean's upholstery, there'd be no bringing him back from that tantrum"
Cam stared at Sam. "Uh.."
"Ah" Sam gently placed the shoulders he was holding back onto the floor. "Um, excuse me"
Dean quietly closed the door behind him not bothering to lock it, only someone incredibly suicidal or stupid would dare consider interrupting. Most of his rage had fallen away but the white-hot ball of fire made up from his anger and fear still sat in his chest making his lungs burn and the bile to sit at the back of his throat. That wouldn't leave him until his mate was covered in him once more, until he could satisfy the strange craving to claim her all over again.
Aoife was untouched but her brothers stink permeated his nest, clung to her hair and clothes, and the paralysing fear that she would be taken from him had Dean half wishing that she was human again, that he could mark his territory as he had done that first night. His mate was watching him silently, her uneasiness and anxiousness not as strong as when he had first brought her here but present nonetheless. She had not felt this way since the creation of their bond.
Moving to the drinks cabinet he placed the gun gently on its top and licked his lips, reaching for the whisky. His children were hurt, he'd just beaten the crap out of Sammy and his soul mate had been forced to kill her own brother, there would be repercussions but they could be dealt with later, when he was back in the right head space. He removed the stopper from the crystal decanter, careful to suppress the shaking of his hands, not let it clink against the sides. "Your clothes my love" His voice was still deeper, more primal but the growl had left its edges.
As he listened to the rustle of silk as the halter neck was untied and her outfit slithered down over her skin Dean drained his glass and poured another. "Bed, hands and knees" He threw the whole measure of whisky down his throat and refreshed his glass once more, waiting until the sounds of the bed shifting ceased. Drinking down half of his third glass he then turned, feeling his fangs descend and his dick harden at the sight of his mate on all fours on their bed, waiting. He growled.
Moving to the bedside he placed his still half full glass upon it and began to slide the buttons free on his shirt, taking up a slow prowl around the bed, hungry eyes running over her. The low light threw shadows over her naked body, highlighting and hiding at the same time, pale sun-starved skin with darkened curves. The mass of red hair was brushed over one shoulder exposing as much of her neck to him as was possible, he could see the tips of it curling against the comforter.
Her pert breasts hung beneath her, soft pink nipples now dark and hardened, making his mouth water. His eyes raked down, across the arch of her back and upwards, hungrily taking in the curve of her arse lifted in the air for him. Dean reached out a finger to touch the back of her neck, trailing it down her spine and over her arse as he walked back towards the bottom of the bed. She shivered under his touch and whined quietly.
"Very pretty my love, and all for me" Another whine and a nod. He ran his tongue over the tip of a fang and palmed his crotch through his jeans. "Mine"
As he rounded the bottom of his bed he released her from his touch and turned to savour the view from behind. The exquisite roundness of her arse, smooth thighs parted slightly, light catching the glistening centre. He growled again, flared his nostrils to capture her scent. "Smell so good" He curled a finger between her legs, bringing it back to his mouth so he could indulge in her taste. "Taste so good"
Dean growled again and shook his head slightly as he was hit with her emotions, her wants and desires. Aoife was opening up their bond, showing him he had free rein, that she wanted whatever he was prepared to give. He rolled his shoulders to try to relax then slid his shirt from them and kicked off his boots before stripping off his socks and releasing the buckle on his belt. He pulled it through the loops on his jeans, enjoying the snapping of the leather.
He brought it up to his eye line, examining it thoughtfully for a moment. Eventually he chucked it to the side, this wasn't a punishment, it was a reclaiming. Dean settled between her legs on his knees, leaning over his mate so his bare chest pressed against her back and ground his still denim covered dick over her sensitive skin. Aoife purred and wiggled back against him.
Wrapping her hair in his fist Dean pulled her head to the side and ran his tongue up her neck, licking over her skin, denying them both the satisfaction of sinking his teeth in. Her purrs turned to small disgruntled growls and his mate tried to pull free of the hold on her hair. He snarled in her ear, yanking hard to snap her head round. Aoife glared at him, luminous green glowing dangerously.
"Mine" He let his eyes burn into hers, gave a deep low growl. "All for me"
His mates upper lip curled and for a moment Dean thought she was going to be stupid enough to challenge him but then Aoife's eyes dropped and she nodded, the wonderful feelings of her compliance and devotion being sent back through their bond. Murmuring his approval Dean pressed harder into her back and released her hair, circling her wrists with his fingers, sliding his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and around her throat. He squeezed and the Alpha in him gave a smug smile at her whimper.
Leaning back he trailed his fingers from her throat down her sides, grazing her breasts, dipping into the curve of her waist and then up over the cheeks of her arse. Dean nipped gently at his mate's hip, a shallow bite that would barely register but gave him a little taste. Running a slick stripe over the wound he then moved gracefully round so he could face her. Dean brushed his fingers over her breasts, rubbing his thumbs hard over her nipples, pinching and rolling. Aoife whined again and he growled in reply before dropping her breasts.
Dean pushed his lips onto hers. Forcing his tongue into Aoife's mouth he claimed and re-explored every part of it, sucking on her tongue and running his own over her fangs, merging their tastes, reinforcing the bond. In answer to her increasing whimpers he fisted one hand back into all that hair and dropped the other to her breasts, squeezing and cupping, scratching his fingernails over her nipples hard enough to draw blood. When she began to practically sob into his mouth he wrenched her face away from his using her hair.
"On your back" He growled.
As Aoife flipped herself over he stood and her darkened eyes followed him to the bottom of the bed where he knelt back between her legs. Dean circled her ankles with his fingers and squeezed before stroking his hands up her calves, lightly tickling over the backs of her knees, kneading firmer into the wonderful flesh of her thighs. He pushed her legs up and apart, pressing her knees into the mattress, knowing his mate could take this manipulation now. Like this Aoife was totally open and exposed for him, he growled and leant more of his weight on the hands that were pinning her open.
"Don't fucking move" Dipping his head he sank his teeth into that wonderful spot that always made his mate utter those exquisite sounds and give off the most blissful scent each and every time. He purred around his feeding, when he was done there wouldn't be an unmarked inch of skin to be seen.
Dean sat back to admire his work. Aoife's body was littered with his marks, beautifully perfect bites, trailing smears of red and blossoming purple bruises in the shape of his mouth and fingers. Her eyes were flaring but also glazed with pleasure, fangs peeking through her parted lips, arousal dripping onto the sheets below her.
"Perfect baby, so fucking beautiful like this" His voice cracked with lust, the love flowing between them gentling his still frayed nerves. Aoife whined. "Soon my love, I promise"
He stood and pushed off his jeans and boxers in one movement, groaning as the cool air of the room hit his dick. He'd been hard for what felt like hours now and he knew his promise to her was also to himself. Dean needed to be in her soon. But for now he squeezed the base of his dick and settled back between her legs on his knees, allowing himself to inhale deeply and enjoy her scent, then he lowered his head and ran his tongue along her folds, flicking her clit with the tip as he passed.
Aoife arched off the bed and cried out his name, he growled in response and buried his face deeper between her legs, covering himself in her scent. As he circled her clit with his tongue he slid two fingers inside her and curled them scraping against the sensitive flesh inside of her. Then his mate was gripping his fingers, sucking them impossibly deeper inside of her and her hips were pushing her sex into his mouth, desperately seeking that last bit of friction needed to push her over the edge.
Dean added another finger, twisted, and sucked on her clit and she was calling his name, muscles rippling around him, trapping his fingers where she needed them. Without giving her time to recover he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. Sliding an arm under her he pulled her up until she got the message and went onto her knees. Gathering her climax from between her legs Dean slicked himself up before running it up and over her arse. He leant back over her. "Mine, all of you, everywhere"
Sinking his teeth into the back of his mate's neck to keep her in place Dean slid his now painfully hard dick between her cheeks and pushed against the unrelenting ring of muscle, growling around his mouthful of flesh as he thrust harder, the sound becoming a groan as her walls accepted then instantly tightened around him in protest. Aoife began to struggle and whine beneath him.
Hanging onto her with his fangs and growling louder he forced her to take all of him, grinding his hips against the soft flesh of her perfect arse before pulling out to the head then plunging back in again. Another grind of his hips then he pulled out and slammed back into her. His world began to narrow, just like it had that first time, and this was perfect, as close as he could get to recreating that moment. By taking something he hadn't yet taken from her.
Then it was just them, just her, her cries of his name, her body squirming under his and her arse rippling around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust until she screamed his name again and her body tightened and stilled. The pressure and movement around his dick meant he managed one more shaky thrust before his vision whited out and every muscle in his body screamed with pleasure on the verge of pain.
When he finally managed to gather enough brain cells together Dean carefully removed his fangs and slid his dick free of her with a curse, releasing his hold, vaguely admiring the bruises in the shape of his fingers across her hips. He closed his eyes briefly, would have given a contented sigh if he still did that sort of thing, the anger was gone, and so was any negative feelings associated with his mate. Aoife quietly lowered herself to the bed and curled onto her side. He stretched out next to her, stroking the hair from her face. Unreadable green eyes stared back at him. "Ok my love?" He brushed a thumb over her lips.
Her tongue darted out, catching the tip of it. "Yes Sire"
He frowned, she was making their bond fuzzy. "Don't block me Aoife, not at times like this" His mate blinked slowly then it was almost like the cloud clearing on a sunny day. There was the usual love that travelled from her to him, but it was tainted with a little sadness, and some confusion. Dean reached for a hand, lacing their fingers together. "Do you want me to explain, properly?"
Aoife's brow furrowed then she refocused on him. "About the sex?"
He bit his lip to stop from smiling. "Yes"
"No" She shook her head. "You needed to reinforce your claim, and that was the only way you haven't had me yet"
"So romantic" He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. "But basically, yes" His mate nodded. "Did I hurt you baby?"
"Only enough"
Dean smiled and released her, trailing his fingers over her marked flesh. "We should wash, and rest. Then we need to talk about today"
"I don't want to talk about it"
He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "But I do, and you will do as you're told" Aoife stuck her tongue out. "Very mature my love" He pulled his mate's favourite fur from the bottom of the bed and placed it over her. "We can start in the bath, both of us need to get clean, and it will soothe your muscles"
Aoife pouted up at him, pulling the throw under her chin. "Your fault"
He grinned at her. "Yeah, I know. Still made you cum though didn't I?"
"Now who's being romantic?"
"Three times"
"Did not"
"Yeah, I really did"
"So smug"
"With good reason" Dean slipped into the bathroom before his whisky glass connected with his head.
"Sure babe. Be careful ok?" Sam nodded before ending his call. He chucked his phone onto the table beside his chair, the same chair he'd sat in only a few hours ago. He ran a hand through his hair, there would only be another half hour or so before the sun began to nudge its way along the horizon and he was in dire need of some rest.
"Hows Tash?" John was now sitting up, if a little gingerly, and on his second glass of blood, his mate still watching him carefully.
"She's been angrier" The other two vampires grinned at him. "Of course, she's also been a lot happier too" Sam fingered his empty glass.
"No shit, you got caught up in two murders, turned an unknown woman into a vamp and got beaten up by your brother" Cam raised a brow at him. "In one night, actually in a little less than one night"
"You should have seen 'em back in their human days" Sam flipped off his old friend. "Not a week passed when one of 'em wasn't possessed, missing, in hospital, dead or kidnapped. And don't start me on the bitching" Bobby raised his hands to make two talking mouths. "Dean said this..Sam said that..Dean's a jerk…Sam's a bitch..blah, blah, blah"
"Bite me Bobby. And we rang you with important stuff too" Sam ignored the two younger, smirking vampires. "We worked some big cases"
"Which I want to hear about when I don't have a gaping wound in my side" Cameron muttered something. "Pardon baby?" John raised a brow at his mate.
Cam glared at him. "I said…"
"I heard you, I was making a point" Sam watched as John slowly pushed himself off the couch, waving off his mate. "Thanks Sam, look I'm sorry.."
"It's no problem, we'll finish as much of the clean up as we can before sunrise then I must turn in. I have a new Childe to take care of, and maybe some sleep will rid my face of the evidence before Tash gets here" Dean's Childe grinned at him before finally graciously accepting his own mate's support and making his way tentatively to the stairs. Sam felt a stab of pity, wolf's claws hurt like a bitch and they were usually filthy, Aiden Quinn's especially. John's body would have to put a lot of effort into healing that wound and expelling any nasties. "Make sure you get plenty of rest and feed often. Bobby and I are here, Tash will leave our nest on the next sunset to join me. And I'm sure Dean will wake a lot more himself" John nodded and Cameron twisted his head to smile and mouth thank you to Sam before gently steering his mate up the staircase.
"I like 'em"
He shifted his gaze from the slowly ascending vampire's. "Pardon?"
"Your brother's family" Bobby nodded and reached for his glass. "I like 'em. Kinda weird to watch how you all interact"
"We're not freaking monsters Bobby, we're still us. Just a bit stronger and faster, with a penchant for a drop of blood every now and then"
"Let's not talk about the feeding thing yet" The old hunter drained his drink. ""And I know you're not monsters, and Dean spoke a lot about Aoife and his 'Children' but it's just strange to see you all..well, like a family"
"Thank you" Sam smiled. "I think"
"And you, even though you haven't been a part of Dean's life.."
"I share a Sire with Dean, we will always be linked, as will our families" He eyed the new-born curled in front of the fire, asleep after the effort of her change and first feed. Considering the circumstances Sam was pretty pleased with what he'd seen so far. It would just be a shame he couldn't offer her the comfort of his bed, something all unmated vampire's did for their young whether they be the good guys or not.
"Will you stay?" Bobby was eying him curiously.
"Maybe, for a little while. It's very complicated"
"Because of your allegiance with the other nest?"
"It's more than an allegiance Bobby" He got up and made his way to the drinks. "They took me in, helped me find my way as a vampire, and were there when I found Tash, when I thought I'd lost her. They are my family too"
"Even without the blood link?"
"Not all human families are linked by blood" He poured a whisky before moving over to top up the other man's glass. "Eh Bobby?"
"True son"
Sam nodded and returned the smile before retaking his seat. "So, Aoife really ask you here?"
"Yeah" Bobby swirled his glass. "Seems since Dean got in touch with us both he's been reminiscing, she thought if everything did go tits up I could maybe help. And I happened to agree with her"
"Well, she was right. You did good here"
"Maybe son, maybe"
"You bought us time, and got through to him. The bond is still there Bobby"
"Aye, maybe"
"Will you stay?" Sam raised a brow.
"For a few nights, if Dean'll have me here. Make sure everything is as it should be"
"You trust us?"
"I think he or you would have killed me by now if you were gonna" Bobby pointed at him. "And don't get no ideas neither. I'm too old to be considering eternal life"
Sam snorted. "It knocks a few years off"
"I'd need more than a few years son, and this life has battered me about enough. Don't want no more of it than is natural"
He eyed his old friend then nodded. "Yeah, I understand. Took me a long time to come to terms with the possibility of living forever, even as a vampire it's a difficult thought to get to grips with. Of course Tash's presence eased that a little. Now I can't imagine being anything else, or anywhere else"
"Good. Good to see you've both found something special too. I doubt you would have got much of a shot at it when you were human"
"I doubt we'd still be alive"
Bobby huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah, that too"
"How is everything?"
"Just the usual" The hunter took a gulp of drink. "Whatever shit was brewing after Yellow Eyes and your Dad's death seemed to fizzle out when you two were reported dead. I made sure to confirm the story too, every hunter and any freak they came in contact with was made aware that the Winchester's were long gone, all of them"
Sam stared into his drink. "Thank you"
"You're welcome Sam" He looked up in time to catch a small sad smile cross Bobby's face. "Couldn't bring myself to turn you in, hunt you down. Figured if anyone could break the mould you two could"
"Theres more than just me and Dean, have been for as long as vampire's have existed"
"So it seems. Don't fancy trying to explain that one to the old school though" Bobby scrubbed his chin. "I'm not bringing no crazy arse hunters to your doorstep Sam. It'll be a secret I take to my grave"
"I know" Sam gave his own smile. "Always have. Why do you think we came to you, all those years ago?"
"And I slammed my door in your face"
"Understandable"
"But not what a friend would do, or family"
"We understood Bobby" Sam drained his whisky. "Come on, I'll show you the spare room. It's on the ground floor and, as long as my brother hasn't turned it into a playroom or an armoury, from memory its got a comfy bed, and an en suite"
"Don't you want it Sam?"
"No, I can't share a bed with my Childe, I'll need to sleep on the sofa, watch her"
"This whole mate thing?"
He nodded as they made their way down the hall. "Unmated vampire's will spend some time with their new borns, the comfort and intimacy forges a strong bond and creates vampire's like John and Cameron. Kind and loyal"
"So this girl…?"
"She will have all the love and care I can give her within the limits of my bond with Tash. She should be fine, but I shall maybe need to find her an older vampire that she can seek comfort with eventually"
"Why did you turn her Sam?"
He swung open the door to the bedroom, relieved to see it still just that. "What?"
Bobby stepped past him and looked around before turning to face him. "Why did you turn her?"
"She was dying"
"That's it? If all vampire's thought like that there wouldn't be any humans left"
Sam frowned. "I..I don't know. She was hurt, slipping away, and it was partly our fault. And..I just couldn't let her…go"
Bobby raised a brow. "Will Tash accept that explanation?"
"I fucking hope so" Sam smiled sheepishly at his friend. "We can't lie to our mates"
"Didn't really think this one through did ya son?"
"Did so"
"Fucking ijit"
Sam rolled his eyes and went to leave the room.
"Son.."
He turned back. "Yeah?"
"You and Dean..you weren't turned like that"
"How do you know?"
"He..hinted"
"We're not evil"
"I know" Bobby shifted. "So, did it effect you? The vampire's you are now?"
"Maybe, a little" Sam shrugged. "You saw Dean today.."
The man nodded.
"Aoife is his world, but he has an edge, so do I. When our world is threatened, our reactions can be extreme even for territorial vampires. That's just an example of course"
Bobby eyed him for a moment then nodded again. "Ok Sam, just be careful"
"Always"
Cameron removed his wrist from his Sire's mouth but kept him tucked into his side. John licked his lips and raised a brow from the pillow. "You know, I was enjoying that"
"You know you got seriously hurt today right?"
"Uh huh" His mate eyed the trail of blood running down Cameron's arm. "So, if I could just…"
"You can have it when you stop dry humping my leg"
"It's not that dry"
"I mean it Sheppard"
"I love it when you use my last name. Do you think I have a military kink? Do you still have your uniform?" John grinned up at him.
"Laugh it up but there's no sex tonight"
"But you taste so good baby" He ran his tongue up Cameron's arm, hips rolling against his thigh.
"Damn it John, quit it" He manfully ignored his own erection. His mate hummed, sucking gently on the small wound Cam had opened up himself. "John…"
His Sire pulled away. "You know your taste always drives me wild baby"
"Stop being a cheesy 80's porn movie"
"You know it's true"
"John, please be serious" He propped himself up on his elbow, stroking fingers over John's cheek. "I can't lose you"
His mates expression softened. "You won't Cameron, I promise"
"Then stop doing stupid stuff"
"It's kind of my MO" The other vampire curled the hand on his good side around the back of Cameron's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. "I'm here my love" He murmured against his lips.
Cameron closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle stroke of their tongues against each other, opening up their bond, moaning quietly at the strength of the love flowing off his mate. He pulled back, keeping his eyes shut.
"Baby.."
He licked his lips, tasting his Sire. "Umhmm"
"Any chance of a hand job?"
He opened his eyes and glared down into his mate's lazy smile. "You are such a dick sometimes"
"I love you"
"Yeah, yeah"
John dropped his hand from Cameron's neck and slid it under the comforter. He growled as strong fingers wrapped round his hard-on, slow but firm strokes. "No acrobatics my love, I promise. I just want to be close, intimate"
Cam rolled his neck as the familiar tendrils of pleasure built low in his stomach, tried to bite back the groan as John latched back onto his wrist with a moan. Surrendering to the inevitable he ran a hand gently down his Sire's stomach, indulging in the feel of coarse hair and lithe muscle under his fingers until his own hand curled around John's dick. The fangs in his wrist dug a little deeper as he began to return the gesture, slow and deliberate, watching for any sign of discomfort. But his mate just moaned again, eyelids fluttering shut.
"I love you too John" The other vampire hummed contentedly and thrust gently into his grip.
