Chapter Seven

Damien hmmed contently as he awakened to the feel of gentle fingers stroking his cropped dark hair and the scent of belladonna and lavender.

Sam.

His eyes shot open and he greedily took in the features of the beautiful hazel eyed masterpiece that was his lover. The long graceful arch of his throat, the soft curve of his jaw, the slight quirk of his cupid bow lips, he took it all in, his heart pounding a rapid tattoo in his chest.

"It wasn't a dream." He whispered and Sam gave an understanding smile.

"It wasn't." He agreed, kissing the vampire chastely. As he went to pull away Damien pulled him back and deepened the kiss, nipping lightly at his bottom lip in askance. The hunter's lips parted immediately and a low moan escaped his lips as his husband mapped every contour of his mouth expertly. One of the man's large, callous hands came up to cup his cheek, the other burying itself in his long dirty blond locks. He whimpered and his husband groaned, the deep baritone sending trills of arousal down his spine.

Finally, air became necessary and Sam pulled away, gasping as the older man kissed down his jaw to his throat. "Dae, ngh, we have to s-stop. We have to sto-" He let out a breathy whine when the other nipped the sensitive spot just behind his ear.

"Why?" His husband rumbled and it took Sam a moment to remember the reason. When he did he gently pushed his mate away.

"Lenore wants to host a coven meeting to discuss what to do about Gordon."

Damien pouted then smirked seductively.

"I will have you." He purred, lips brushing the shell of Sam's ear. "And when I do you will scream and you will beg until I am satisfied and your body will remember exactly who it belongs to."

Pulling away he smirked, watching as Sam shivered, then he turned and left the room, barely hearing the heady sigh that followed him.

Dean's eyes narrowed as he watched Damien and Sam enter the room, Sam's earlier explanation on repeat in his head.

"I met Damien when I was fourteen. He saved my life and we kept in contact through letters and visits whenever we could manage it. Then on our anniversary he asked me to marry him. I said yes and we got married on my seventeenth birthday."

His baby brother had married for nearly a goddamn decade and he was only just now finding out. He wouldn't admit it but that hurt. Sure, he didn't tell Sam alot about his own love life, but he wasn't secretly married to a man that had been dead for almost seven fucking years either. He wasn't the one who's secrets always seemed to be deadly in nature. Ruby, the demon blood, all of Sam's secrets had come back to bite them in the ass or at the very least they seemed to cause trouble of some sort. Even now Sam's need to keep secrets was causing problems. They were a whole day behind thanks to his breakdown the night before.

Damien glared at him, as if he were able to hear his thoughts, sea blue eyes piercing when they met his mossy green. Dean glared back.

"Problem, Dracula?" He sneered and the red-head man's lips twisted into a mocking smile.

"Not at all, brawns for brains."

Sam frowned at them both. " Both of you cut it out!" He snapped. "This is serious and you're acting like children."

Dean turned his sneer onto him. "It wouldn't be so damn urgent if we'd actually gotten some work done last night." He muttered and Sam looked away, guiltily.

The others stared at the two brothers silently, before Lenore spoke.

"Gordon has been spotted in the area. If we are to avoid him, we must leave tonight. John and Mary have devised a plan to keep him off our trail."

Mary nodded, but her worried gaze never left her children. "The plan is to leave in groups of four. We'll stay here and set traps for when Gordon shows up. There are seventeen of you so one group will have members."

"I'm staying." Damien interjected and everyone stared at him in shock.

"Damien?" Jared asked, hurt that his childe was leaving the coven but the younger vampire shook his head.

"Jay, I've finally found my mate again. Please, I can't leave him behind."

Jared opened his mouth to protest, but Sam beat him to it.

"You should go with them." He murmured softly and his husband recoiled as if he'd been struck.

"What?" He whispered and Sam turned to him, his gaze eerily blank.

"Go with them." He repeated and Damien shook his head.

"No. No! I just got you back. I'm not losing you again."

The hunter's gaze hardened. "Go, Damien." He snarled and the vampire cupped his face between his hands.

He stared into the hazel eyes he loved so much and in tone so broken it was almost palpable he asked one question.

"Why?"

Sam said nothing turning his gaze onto the others. "We should start forming the groups."

Damien glared at his lover, gripping his face harshly and forcing the ma to face him.

"DAMNIT TELL ME WHY!" He yelled and Sam's response left him feeling as cold and unfeeling as the tone it was delivered in.

"Because if you stay...you will die." His harsh gaze darkened. "And I refuse to lose anyone else."

Damien bit his lip, paying the others no mind as they began to separate into their groups.

"I won't leave."

Sam leaned forward and kissed him chastely before his lips moved to his ear.

"You have no choice."

As Damien opened his mouth to question what his wife had said he felt a small prick at the base of his neck and his world went dark.

The last thing he saw being Sam's cold eyes and the small gleam of heartbreak that broke through their icy barrier.

TBC...

EDITED: 12/25/15