A/N

It has been a *long* time since I worked on this story, but I got the urge to work on it some more the other day, so here it is. I did warn my potential readers that I am capricious. My ideas for this story have changed since I first started writing it, but I still plan to have a lot of fun with it. There will probably be some mpreg elements in it, so if you're into that, you're welcome. I know I am. Anyway, sorry for the very long hiatus, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3-Chaos

They reappeared in the still destroyed dojo, Shawn still struggling to get free. The rage coursing through him was so powerful that every weapon in the room stared flinging itself around like they were caught in an invisible tornado. Carlton threw up a shield to protect them, gripped Shawn's face, and demanded his attention. "Look at me, Shawn! Talk to me. Why are you so angry?" He demanded, his voice as strong as his grip. There was a helpless look in Shawn's eyes. "I don't know. It's not me. I'm not in control." He managed to gasp before he hurled his lover from him. Lassiter's back hit a wall and he fell to the floor, momentarily stunned. He wasn't used to being the weaker one in the relationship.

Climbing to his feet again, Carlton kept his distance and dodged the weapons. "Is it a spirit? Because if you're not in control, you're possessed."

Shawn didn't respond, so Carlton did the only thing he knew to do. He disappeared, going back to his place to grab a bag of salt and some heavy duty restraints Shawn would have thought of as kinky before this event, and flashed back. Shawn fought the restraints valiantly, but they held long enough for Carlton do draw a devil's trap on the ceiling and circle his lover in salt. There was only one thing Carlton could think to do, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

He tried to appear in the hidden bunker, but the wards kept him outside. He pounded at the ancient door with heavy fists, demanding an audience with the dwellers inside. He could sense them. He pounded until the heavy door swung open, revealing an annoyed Dean Winchester. The annoyed expression turned to one of shock when he saw Carlton's father's features in the beanpole of a man. "What the hell?" He grunted. "Since when does hell have a Great Clips and Brooks Brothers?"

Carlton growled at him. "I'm not Cain, I'm his son, Carlton Lassiter. I need your help."

Dean scoffed. "Nice try, douchebag. I don't know how the hell you came back from hell, but I'll put you back myself." He pulled a gun from the back of his pants and aimed it at Carlton's forehead. Carlton took a big step back, raising his hands. "Please, Dean, you have to believe me. You've dealt with Cain's other children. I'm half his son, half the son of a woman named Molly Lassiter. I'm a detective for the Santa Barbara Police Department. You can call my Chief, if you don't believe me." He carefully reached into his jacket and pulled out his credentials. Dean yanked them away and read, frowning. He shoved the wallet back at Carlton. "I'm not a big fan of cops, either. What the hell do you want?"

"I believe someone I care for very deeply has been possessed, and I know that your brother has the ability to pull out the demonic entities without damaging the host. He's a good man. He works with the SBPD as a psychic consultant, and he's helped us put away a lot of bad people."

"And you care for him 'very deeply'." Dean quoted back at him. Carlton met him with an unflinching glare. "Is that a problem?"

"Nah, man. You do you. Does he know that you're the son of the first knight of hell?"

"He does, and he doesn't judge me for it. I can't help my parentage any more than I can help the abilities he passed on to me. I use those abilities to protect the innocent. My boss doesn't know about me though, so I'm glad you didn't call her. She's having enough of a problem with vampires coming out, and Shawn admitting he's a real psychic."

"Nice bluff."

"He's telling the truth, Dean." Sam said, coming up behind his brother with a leather bound book. He opened it and showed a photo under the name Lassiter, ancient and faded. "He's a Man of Letters, but he disappeared when Abadon showed up. She kept confusing him for his father. You've been around for a long time, Detective Lassiter. I take it the longevity is also a gift from your father?"

"One among many. If you will allow me, I can take you directly to Shawn. I have him trapped in a devil's trap, inside a ring of salt."

"Lead the way. If I can pull out the demon, I will." Sam said compassionately. Carlton decided he liked the taller of the famous Winchester brothers. He gripped each of their shoulders and a wall of flames erupted around them. When they appeared again, Dean staggered a bit. "Jeez, warn a guy next time!" He grumbled. "You're worse than Cas with that insta-travel crap."

"Dean, shut up." Sam cut him off, looking up at the splintered ceiling. Shawn wasn't there, and Casey was in the floor, holding his head. "Your man busted out of your puny crayon drawing in seconds. What are the Winchester tools doing here?"

"I was hoping Sam could pull out whatever demon is possessing Shawn." Carlton sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. Casey grunted. "He ain't possessed. If he were, I would have smelled it." He tapped his nose. "If he had any evil in him, I would have gotten hungry."

Carlton closed his eyes, feeling like an idiot. "We have to find him. He would never forgive himself if he hurt anyone."

Casey grunted again, got up, and headed to the command center. He checked the emergency feeds and found nothing. The others followed. "He came here before because he didn't want to hurt anyone. Where else would he go to get away from people?"

While he was asking this, Sam and Dean looked around the command center, both awestruck at the same time when they saw the spinning seal of the CIA on the monitors. They had questions. They had lots of questions. But first, they had to find a psychic consultant. Where would he go to get away from everyone? This was a question he needed to ask Gus, who was probably cowering in a corner somewhere. Sighing, he pulled out his phone, remembering that he'd used his powers to get Shawn out of there. Gus was going to be freaked out. He called anyway, but instead of getting Burton Guster, he got a gruff, irritated voice. "Detective Lassiter, please tell me what in the world Gus is going on about. He's rambling on about Shawn having tele-whatsit and you grabbing him and dragging him to hell."

"I assure you, that isn't the case." Carlton replied calmly. "May I speak with Mr. Guster?"

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on. Are you sleeping with my son?"

The question came out of left field, considering the context. Casey snorted in amusement and Lassiter glared at him. "Sir, I'm trying to find your son, and I need Mr. Guster's help to do that. Or yours, if you have any idea where your son is. He could be in danger."

Henry was silent for a long time, and then he sighed. "He's here, in his old bedroom. His powers are acting up again."

Carlton stiffened. "You know about his powers?"

"He's my son, Detective. I know him better than anyone in this world. I also know that he rarely uses his abilities when he consults for the SBPD because it's hell on him. This vampire vision must have stirred things up for him. He also gets out of whack when he's around other mutants, so you might want to keep your distance until he settles down again."

Carlton almost started to say that he wasn't a mutant, but Casey cleared his throat and Carlton understood. "Take care of him. I'll check in later." He ended the call, both relieved and disturbed. At least he had a cover for his ability to teleport that wasn't supernatural. They didn't need to know that his father was the Father of Murder.

"Well, now that we have you two here, I suppose we should discuss this vampire issue." He said tiredly, grabbing a bag of blood. Both brothers stared at it. He didn't care. "Another thirst my father passed on to me. Vengeance and blood. But that's beside the point. These vampires…"

"Say no more, Lassiter. We've got stakes at the ready."

"That's the problem. These vampires coming out want peaceful coexistence. They have found a way to satisfy their thirsts without killing humans. Humans are the ones who will cause the problems, not vampires. Reach out to your hunter friends and spread the word. If you attack them first, you are the ones who will start this war. Aren't you tired of fighting wars?"

The look on the brothers' faces said they were indeed tired of fighting wars. Dean wasn't ready to give up that easily, though. "If these blood suckers start turning us into juice boxes like all the others we've fought, I won't hesitate to put a leech down. You have my word on that. But we'll spread the word to the other hunters to play nice, until we know their true motives."

Carlton nodded his thanks. "That's all we can ask."