Okay, the story isn't finished yet, you get a second chapter. Like the last one, it's completed, so no cliff-hanger.
It isn't betaed yet so there will be mistakes because English is not my mother language. Tell me how you find it. Have fun!
Chapter 2
Elijah had a drink in a bar that wasn't exactly to his usual taste. His contact, with whom he was in negotiations about regular blood deliveries, had recommended it to him so that he could taste the goods his contact wanted to sell.
The bar was in a rather backwoods town, which reminded him too much of Mystic Falls. He was honestly surprised to find a bar with this special clientele in such a little town. He usually avoided going to places the other vampire species frequented. Too often, it happened that they mistook him for a human and tried to either turn him into one of them or attack him to drink his blood.
Of course, his blood had the same effect on this type of vampire as if they were drinking dead man's blood. Elijah always used the time when they were helpless and unconscious to kill them. Ripping out their hearts killed them as sure as chopping off their heads.
Elijah, however, absolutely hated it when they tried to turn him. While his body was busy counteract the contaminated blood, it caused him headaches and severe nausea. He would regularly wake up in his own vomit, his outward appearance so messed up he had to throw away his suit. Depending on which of his suits it was, it made him kind of cranky and upset. He had wiped out more than one nest that had dared to inconvenience him in this way.
Elijah had vague knowledge about the other side of the supernatural, having had a few encounters with various weird creatures, including a demon. He, like the other vampires, werewolves and witches of his side of the supernatural, avoided interfering in the war between the other side and the group that called themselves Hunters. Luckily, vampires like him rarely attracted the attention of Hunters, thanks to compulsion the surviving victims forgot all about these encounters. Amusingly enough, it was mostly witches with their curses and spells, who had to suffer the Hunters' deserved anger.
Elijah looked idly around the bar; it sold various human organs besides blood, for every monster the most popular delicacy. As far as he could tell, there were no humans in the bar, just monsters of various kinds. The smells of the different creatures were quite interesting; he wondered what Niklaus or Hayley would think about them. He looked fondly at the wedding ring on his right hand.
The door opened and two men entered. Elijah couldn't see their faces but he immediately identified them as human. Surrounding them was the smell that all Hunters seemed to have, the smell of gunpowder, earth, sweat and a bizarre mix of alien and unusual spices. It was a sharp, easily recognizable and noticeable smell.
The monsters seemed to recognize the smell too, as they began to grumble under themselves and their voices grew increasingly hostile. The men took a few steps forward so the creatures present could now see their faces. Another man, of all things in a trench coat, entered the bar now too but he was definitely not a human. He smelt like ozone for Elijah and his way to move seemed somehow familiar.
Elijah frowned as he recognized the face of one of the newcomers. It was the demon, who had provided his family the invaluable service of saving Hope. However, the smell of sulphur that had been so prominent last time was now completely absent, which seemed strange to him.
Suddenly many of the monsters made a very nervous, almost fearful impression on Elijah and they began to duck out the side door. None of the monsters seemed to have any desire to challenge the three Hunters, which was an interesting given their superior numbers. Within a few minutes, the bar was empty except for the barkeeper and Elijah. Moreover, the barkeeper looked like he would rather be somewhere else too.
"Okay, okay, I sell blood and organs but no human were killed for it. I have good contacts with the hospitals in the area", the man said hastily. "Isn't it better I sell from these sources than that people are getting attacked and killed?"
"We already know that, Kyle", said the tallest of the three men. "Why do you think we let your customers go?"
"Well, I would have preferred to kill them", said the demon, grinning. What was his name, oh yeah, Dean.
"Dean", the first man said admonishingly.
"You're such a killjoy, Sammy." Dean leaned over the counter and the barkeeper immediately backed away. "We have a few questions. You answer them and you can get back to your business. As long as you continue to sell from these acceptable sources, we will not bother you or your customers."
The barkeeper looked relieved. "Of course. What do you want to know?"
"Dean", said the third man gravely. Elijah recognized his voice immediately; it was Castiel, who had introduced himself to them as Angel of the Lord.
"What's up, Cas?" Dean asked, his attention still on the barkeeper.
"We have still company", Castiel said and looked at Elijah, who returned his gaze serene.
Dean and Sammy also turned around now and Elijah saw Dean's eyes widen when he recognized him.
"Son of a bitch", Dean cursed.
Elijah laughed softly. "It's good to see you too."
Sammy looked at him with far more interested now. "Who is he?"
Dean looked nervous and a little shifty. "I met him a few months ago, during my black-eyed phase."
"Oh", Sammy said quietly, clearly uncomfortable about this revelation.
"I think we have a few things to discuss. But I'm happy to wait until you've finished your other business." Elijah smiled kindly and leaned back, a half-filled glass with blood still in front of him.
"Great, you have another vampire friend?" Sammy said, looking at the glass. In his voice Elijah could hear frustration, petulance, and, interestingly enough, jealousy.
For Elijah he sounded just like Klaus when something didn't go his way. There was some resemblance to Dean, perhaps a younger brother?
"Not now, Sam", said Dean, sounding somewhat hurt. He turned back to the barkeeper. "Have you gotten a new blood supplier in the last few weeks?"
The barkeeper frowned. "Yes, an older man, but he is human and not a monster. He told me that he worked for a blood bank and he can deliver to me on a regular basis pre-packaged blood bags. The blood is quite popular with my customers. Apparently, this blood bank uses a new preservative additive, so the blood doesn't taste as artificial as usual. The only downside is that it spoils quicker." He jerked his head toward Elijah. "He's drinking from the last batch I bought from this source."
Elijah lifted the glass and sniffed. "There are no additives in it whatsoever", he said contemplative. "This is blood directly drawn from the vein; it never comes from a blood bank."
The barkeeper turned pale and fearful. "Honestly, I didn't know that. My other customers never said anything."
"Really? Wow, I wonder why", Dean said sarcastic. "What's the guy's name?"
"I only have a phone number to call him, when I need a new batch. I never got a name but this isn't surprising or unusual," the barkeeper replied.
"Describe him", Dean ordered and received a very detailed one.
Elijah frowned as the barkeeper described his contact. The reason for the meeting with him had been to organize a new blood supplier for his family.
Next, Dean asked for the phone number and got it. "You will never again do business with this guy and you will not warn him."
"Of course not", the barkeeper assured eagerly, glancing longingly at the side door.
"Now go away." The man couldn't comply with Dean's command fast enough.
Dean now came to Elijah's table and sat down. His two companions looked at each other and followed suit. "As you've probably noticed, I'm no longer a demon."
"The lack of sulphur smell is an unmistakable clue, yes", Elijah said evenly. "I'm honestly surprised. Based on what I now know about demons, this should be impossible."
Dean sighed heavily. "The procedure is difficult, painful and prolonged, but no longer impossible."
"Interesting. So, you're a Hunter? Have you always been one or did you only become one afterwards?" Elijah asked curiously.
"It's the family business, from both sides of my family," Dean replied, shrugging.
"Ah, I see. Is Dean your real name? I mean, you know mine after all", Elijah said, smiling. "My name is Elijah Mikaelson for those who never met me."
"Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam and this is Castiel, he is a very good friend of ours", Dean introduced his companions.
"I remember Castiel quite well. He arrived a few minutes after you left and wanted to know everything about our deal", Elijah explained. Inwardly he had raised both eyebrows; he had heard some pretty unbelievable stories about the Winchesters. They had quite the reputation; Hunters considered them practically royalty. No wonder, the monsters had left in such a hurry despite their superiority in numbers.
"You're one of the Originals," Castiel said suddenly. "Crowley spoke sometimes about your family; he would have really loved to get one of you in his hands."
Dean frowned a little but didn't react otherwise.
"He's an alpha?" Sam asked surprised.
"I belong to a different species of vampire; we normally fly under the radar of you Hunters. But yes, for my species I can be described as such", Elijah answered readily. "By the way, I met this alpha once; it was a quite unpleasant meeting for both of us."
"You met him and are still alive?" Sam sounded incredulous; Elijah was almost offended.
"Well, he may be older than me but I have a few abilities he doesn't have. I'm extraordinary difficult to kill, even by an alpha."
"So, how do you know my brother and what kind of deal did you make with him?" Sam asked suspiciously.
Dean sighed and visibly reluctantly told his brother about their encounter.
"So it's about favours, you didn't sold him your soul." Sam looked relieved.
Elijah bowed his head. "No, I didn't but I would have done it if he had agreed. I have a soul by the way, but no demon would accept it, I'm no longer human enough."
"Just that you do know, our deal is off, now that I'm no longer a demon", Dean said calmly.
Elijah frowned. "Did our deal transfer to another demon, who can demand these favours from my family?"
Dean shook his head. "No, only the demon who made this kind of deal has a claim."
"Good to know", Elijah said with relief. "I will inform my family about the changed circumstances but it actually makes no difference for me that you are no longer a demon."
"It doesn't? Why do you say that?" Sam asked, amazed. "Shouldn't you be relieved?"
"Our deal was concluded fairly and honestly, I knew what I was getting into." Elijah looked at Dean. "Have you done your part or will Inadu come back?"
"No, I have broken her mind into thousands of pieces; she will never be able to put herself back together again." Dean looked quite pleased with himself. "How is your niece?"
"She is well, thanks to your help. Which means for me, I will of course keep my end of our deal. Do you still remember the terms we agreed on?" Elijah smiled slightly when he saw the bewilderment on Dean's and Sam's faces. The only one, who doesn't seem surprised, was Castiel. Whoever this Crowley was, he had to know quite a bit about his family.
"I would also be very interested in these terms", said Sam still suspicious.
Dean sighed and Elijah laughed. "Ah, younger siblings, somehow they are all equally annoying, no matter what species they belong to. Are you okay with me informing Samuel of the details of our deal?" He saw all three men flinch at the name.
"I prefer Sam The other name has certain negative associations with all of us," said Sam stiffly.
"I apologize, Sam", Elijah said seriously.
"Yes I agree." Dean looked a little embarrassed. "To be honest, I can't remember all the details. Much of that time is blurred. I just remember feeling respect for the loyalty your family had for each other." He laughed softly. "And that you were clever in formulating the terms, I was impressed. It would have been fun to introduce you to Crowley. I think you would have given him a run for his money."
First, Elijah told Sam about the circumstances that preceded the deal before he talked about the terms of the deal.
"Dean promised to free Hope from the ghost and to ensure that it could never threaten my niece or us again. In return for this service, he could demand a favour from each of the adults of my family, in total with mine it will be six favours.
If one refuses to give this favour, he can hold only me responsible; he cannot harm the one who refused. And as final condition, he could not ask us anything that will harm any of my family, loved ones or close friends, be it physically, emotionally or mentally."
"Clever terms, they sound fair", Sam murmured pensive.
"I thought so too. He saved our niece." Elijah looked deadly serious now. "Even if one of the others may decide that the deal is null and void, this will not apply to me." He looked at Dean. "You will get your owed favours. Ask me and I will do everything in my power or knowledge, which is significant and widely spread, to fulfil them."
Dean looked very uncomfortable.
Elijah pulled a pen out of his suit jacket and scribbled something on one of the beer mats on the table before pushing it over to Dean. "This is the last address from the man you're looking for. I had a meeting with him there today but I don't know how long you'll find him at this place. I could hear several heartbeats, some of them quite weak. I would hurry."
Dean looked at him surprised. "Thank you, with this information you have traded your first favour."
Elijah laughed. "We agreed to really big favours, so no, I still owe you." He smirked slightly. "Consider it customer service."
Dean also grinned slightly, recognizing his words from back then.
Elijah stood up. "Goodbye, gentlemen." He nodded at Dean. "I'm happy for you that you're human again." He grinned. "However, I have to say I actually found you to be very pleasant as a demon. What can I say; I really liked your murderous attitude. Seeing you kill Vincent and Marcellus was quite the experience."
"Should we just let him go?" Sam said uncertainly.
Elijah looked at him. "Do you know how to kill me?" He asked slightly mockingly. "There is only one thing in this world, which can kill me and I honestly doubt, you have it with you or even know what it is." He looked at Castiel. "I'm not sure about you. There is a good chance you can kill me for good. The question is do you want too?"
Castiel shook his head. "No, there could be undesirable consequences. Something changed your fate and that of your family." He looked at Dean. "Who knows what effect killing you would have. As long as you don't threaten my friends, I won't take any action against you or your family."
Elijah smiled slightly. "I have no intention to harm them, remember the last term. Because Dean is human again, I consider it only fair to apply the same rules on his family too." With a final nod, he left the bar through the main entrance.
"Well, that was a strange meeting," said Sam uneasily. "It's just me or was he somehow more intimidating than many other monsters we fought against? And he was relatively friendly and helpful towards us."
Castiel looked contemplative. "The Originals have a reputation in certain circles; they are very dangerous and ruthless. They have nothing in common with the monsters you normally deal with. What Elijah said is true; there is only one item, which can kill him and his family. His speed and strength are on another level and it is not wise to make him an enemy. There are reasons, why there are almost no points of contact between our side of the supernatural and theirs. The ramifications would be unpleasant."
"No, you are not alone, I found him intimidating too." Dean looked at the beer mat with the address on it. "Let's go, we have a murderer to hunt down and hopefully save some of his victims."
"What are we going to do with him?" Sam asked worriedly.
"An anonymous tip to the police if he's smart enough to surrender." Dean shrugged and stood up. Castiel and Sam followed his example and they left the bar.