Author's Note: Hm chapter four. Mysteries get deeper. Things also get confusing. Csigurl-101 gets a thank you for being my betareader.

Disclaimer: As SweetDragonSeeker would say we're just playing in their sandbox. The only thing I own is Des and Jake, the various other OCs, and of course the unique mix that both Des and Jake are. Otherwise read and enjoy.

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Four Days Later…Nighttime

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Dean and Sam had their noses buried in books and talking to Bobby, trying to solve this. Dean was out on his own for the night, the silvery light playing on the dirt as he walked. He heard the soft sounds of groans somewhere up ahead. He quickened his pace before he stopped dead in his tracks. The light illuminated a red-headed woman lying on top of a man her face buried in his neck. She looked familiar.
"Des?" He called, his voice shattering the spell of the silent night. The woman jerked her head up and her eyes widened. Dean could see the blood framing her mouth, marking her as a vampire.
"Dean?" the word tumbled from her mouth seconds before all hell broke loose. Des's head snapped back and her blood curdling shriek filled the night air.
"Des, are you alright?" a man asked as he appeared. He stood about six feet six inches with crimson hair that was short and spiky and pale skin.
"Jake, get out of here," Des cried as she tried to pull her head back up. Dean was confused as to why she called this man Jake, when her brother was blonde and a few inches taller than this man. Before Jake could move, he had two women on each side. One was slight with black hair and the other was the same build with brown hair. They easily took Jake to the ground and held him there. It was then that Dean saw the man holding Des's hair in a tight grip. He was about 6'4'' with short black hair and a short beard.
"Ah my darling Desideria. It's been far too long," He purred.
"Hasn't been long enough," Des gasped out. He chuckled and kissed her cheek.
"You've been a very bad girl," He said as he pulled harder. Des let out a strangled cry.
"You're making my life hell," Des accused.
"Only if you don't agree to be part of me," He answered.
"I don't want to, even if my father promised me to you," Des growled.
"Sweetheart, we can just kill your precious brother," He said as he nodded to the brunette.
"No!" Des yelled. The man smiled and released Des's hair. She whirled to face him.
"I'll do it on two conditions," Des whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"You can't touch my brother and you have to leave the humans alone," Des answered.
"Oh like that little human there?" He asked with a nod to Dean.
"You touch him and I'll kill you," Des growled. The man chuckled.
"But of course. See you later Jake," The man said as he nodded to the women. They disappeared and he took Des's arm and disappeared with her. Dean turned to the man only to see Jake standing in front of him.
"What the-" Dean said.
"No time to explain. We need to talk to my father," Jake said.
"First you need to explain to me what is going on," Dean said.
"Fine but the longer we talk, the more likely Des is to get hurt," Jake muttered.
"What is going on?" Dean asked.
"Des and I are half-vampire and half-succubus/incubus," Jake answered.
"You've been playing us this whole time?" Dean asked.
"No, we haven't," Jake answered.
"I don't understand," Dean said.
"My sister and I know how to control our vampire urge most of the time; it's been his doing the entire time," Jake explained.
"Who is he?" Dean asked.
"Henry the eighth. My sister's promised," Jake answered.
"Henry the eighth? As in king?" Dean asked.
"One in the same," Jake answered. Dean couldn't help the low whistle.
"That's nothing," Jake muttered as he grabbed Dean's wrist and tugged him toward the car. Dean stayed silent as he walked toward the Impala. Jake had already slid into the seat.
"Dad won't be any help. He doesn't care about Des," Jake whispered.
"Then why are we going to him?" Dean asked.
"Go to our house. It's time to play the big guns," Jake answered as he leaned back. Dean looked at him, confused, but he drove toward the Nyktos house. Jake didn't let the car stop before he jumped out and headed for the front door. Dean raised an eyebrow, but followed after him quietly.
"Dean if you don't hurry up, Des will die," Jake called as he opened the door. Dean looked at Jake but silently followed him into the house. Dean watched as Jake stalked to the man on the couch.
"This is all your fault," He hissed.
"What?" He asked.
"Des had been taken," He growled. The man laughed as he stood up. Dean noticed he had the same red hair Des had and he had the same green eyes as Jacob.
"You ungrateful wretch, I've done everything for you," He growled.
"You made us vampires and then turned us. That's not the worst. You left us on our own. Des made the deal to save us," Jake growled.
"What deal?" Dean asked.
"She bargained with Death," Jake answered. Dean shook his head.
"Henry was supposed to help you," The man said.
"Yeah, dad. He helped us so much," Jake muttered and rolled his eyes. Jake walked away toward the back of the hall and Dean followed.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"Des's room. She has the calling card for Death," Jake answered as he pushed open the door and walked toward the jewelry box. Dean stopped outside the door and watched as Jake pulled out a white silver chain with a small round white stone on it.
"How does it work?" Dean asked.
"Carefully," Jake answered as he held the stone in his palm. He whispered something to it that Dean couldn't catch. A shock of light later and Death stood there.
"This better be good, Jacob," Death said.
"You know I wouldn't do this if it wasn't," Jake said.
"Where's Desideria?" Death asked.
"She's been taken by him," Jake answered.
"I just want where Henry is so I can kill him," Jake pleaded.
"I'll do you one better," Death said.
"No, Des is the only one that feels comfortable holding her," Jake said as he stepped back.
"Jacob, don't argue. You're getting the sword," Death said.
"I hate to intrude on this love fest, but what the hell is going on?" Dean asked.
"Ah. I see you met Dean," Death said. Jake nodded.
"I'm going to get Desideria back for you. Well, you boys will have to do it, but I'll give you the tools," Death said.
"You're going to be the death of me," Jake muttered.
"I try," Death said. Jake chuckled.
"Desideria has come close to finding Henry's nest multiple times but she missed the key clue. Check the scorpion. You want the sword or not?" Death asked. Jake sighed.
"Yes," Jake whispered.
"Remember, be careful," Death said as he nodded to Des's bed.
"Oh, and Winchester," Death said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Get my daughter back," Death said before he disappeared.
"You guys have such a weird family," Dean muttered.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Jake said as he walked toward the bed. Dean watched as he picked up the pitch black bladed sword. The sword had a normal hilt with a white rounded stone at the bottom and at the base of the blade some kind of writing.
"What does it say?" Dean asked.
"Valkyria, Des is the only one comfortable with the sword but I'll do it for her," Jake answered. Dean smiled.
"Let's go save my sister," Jake said.
"You mind if we stop and get my brother?" Dean asked.
"We need all the help we can get," Jake whispered.
"What are we dealing with?" Dean asked.
"Vampires. Lots of vampires," Jake answered as he walked past Dean. The sword clinched in his fist and the necklace forgotten on the dresser. Dean looked after Jake and stepped into the room long enough to put the necklace back.