A/N: Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! I know, two chapters posted in one day. Lol. Please enjoy!
Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.
Sam stood outside the bustling bar, his phone pressed to his ear. He anxiously waited for his older brother to pick up, but the call went straight to voicemail. Frowning, he hung up and tried again, only to be met with the same result.
Sighing in frustration, Sam slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned against the brick wall, his mind racing with worry. Dean's absence was unusual, and Sam couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As he pondered his next move, a figure caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
Turning his head, Sam's gaze fell on a strikingly handsome man with long white hair, who approached him with a confident stride. The stranger's deep, captivating eyes locked onto Sam's, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.
"Having trouble reaching your friend?" the vampire asked, his voice smooth and alluring.
Sam glanced at the stranger, his eyebrows knitting together. "Yeah, my brother. He's not answering his phone."
The vampire's smile widened, revealing perfectly pearly white teeth. "Well, maybe I can offer some assistance. My name is Agustin, by the way. And you are?"
Sam hesitated for a moment, his hunter instincts kicking in. But there was something intriguing about Agustin, something that made him want to engage in conversation. "I'm Sam," he replied cautiously.
Agustin took a step closer, his presence radiating confidence. "Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you. You seem like a man who knows how to handle himself. Perhaps I can help you find your brother?"
Sam's curiosity piqued, and he found himself nodding. "I'd appreciate that. Dean never goes missing like this."
Agustin's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, I have a keen sense for finding things, Sam. Would you care to join me for a drink? We can discuss your predicament further."
Sam hesitated. Something about Agustin's charm made him want to take a leap of faith, but still. "Sorry, I really need to find my brother," he finally said.
"Ah, that's completely understandable. But I am still willing to help you." Agustin's voice resonated with a hint of danger and intrigue, captivating Sam's attention.
"I - umm.. appreciate it." Heat rose in Sam's cheeks.
Agustin leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto Sam's. "You see, Sam, there's a certain energy about you. A connection that I can sense."
Sam's eyebrows furrowed as he processed Agustin's words. He had encountered many supernatural creatures, but this vampire's words resonated on a different level. The connection Agustin spoke of stirred something within Sam, an unexplainable sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
Sam's mind raced, torn between the need to find Dean and the unfamiliar allure of this enigmatic vampire. He knew he couldn't fully trust Agustin.
"Alright, Agustin," Sam finally said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll take your offer. Let's find my brother."
Agustin grinned, and Sam's heart skipped a beat. "How delightful."
With their newfound alliance formed, Sam and Agustin headed out. Agustin's knowledge of the Shadow World proved invaluable, as he guided Sam through the shadows of the city, searching for any clues that could lead them to Dean and Andra.
As they delved deeper into the investigation, Sam couldn't help but be impressed by Agustin's resourcefulness and cunning. The vampire's charm and wit masked a deep understanding of the supernatural world, and he seemed to know just the right people to contact and places to visit.
Agustin's leads took them to hidden vampire lairs, and seedy bars.
Sam couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Agustin's interest in him than a mere alliance. The vampire's subtle flirtations, the lingering touches, and the intense gazes seemed to hint at a deeper connection, one that went beyond their shared mission.
Sam's loyalty to his brother remained unwavering, but the lines between duty and desire began to blur.
As Sam stood outside another bar that came up as a dead end with Agustin, the vampire's intriguing presence continued to captivate him. Sam's concern for his missing brother weighed heavily on his mind, and he decided to make a phone call to Jace at the Institute for some information.
With slight panic clawing at his chest, Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Jace's number. The phone rang, but there was no answer. Sam's anxiety grew. He tried again, but to no avail.
Frustration mounting, Sam glanced at Agustin. "I can't reach Jace either."
Agustin tilted his head, his gaze intense. "It seems there's more at play here than we anticipated, Sam. Your brother, along with Andra, seems to have vanished without a trace. Perhaps this new vampire clan has something to do with it."
Sam's heart slammed against his chest in alarm. "A new vampire clan? What do you know about them?"
Agustin leaned forward, his voice low and filled with a tinge of danger. "They're a powerful group, attempting to establish their dominance in New York City. They've been making moves, recruiting and expanding their influence. It's possible that they've targeted your brother and his companion."
They had to find Dean and Andra before it was too late. "I won't let anything happen to them."
Agustin's eyes gleamed with a mix of admiration and something more. "I admire your loyalty, Sam."
The vampire's subtle flirtations and enigmatic charm stirred emotions within Sam that he hadn't expected. Yet, his devotion to his brother remained steadfast, reminding him of the task at hand.
Sam anxiously awaited Jace's call, his mind raced with worry and anticipation. Agustin watched him intently, a playful smirk on his lips. Sam's phone finally buzzed, and he quickly answered, bringing it to his ear.
"Jace, thank God you called back. Have you found any leads on Dean and Andra?" Sam asked, clearing his throat as Agustin stood uncomfortably close. The wind caught his long white hair, and it tickled Sam's cheek.
On the other end of the line, Jace's voice held a hint of concern. "Sam, I've been digging into it, and I think Dean and Andra might've been taken. There's evidence of a vampire attack at their last known location. It's not looking good."
Sam's heart sank, fear coursing through his veins. "Taken? By who?"
Jace's tone turned grim. "It looks like a new vampire clan that's been making waves in New York City." Not Warlocks, then. "They're ruthless and power-hungry, willing to do anything to establish their dominance. We need to find them before it's too late."
Agustin, who had been listening intently, leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, well, it seems we have a common enemy, Sam."
Sam hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his brother and the brewing connection he felt with Agustin. He knew that time was of the essence, and he couldn't afford to let personal feelings cloud his judgment.
"Alright, Agustin. We'll work together, but remember, finding Dean and Andra is my priority," Sam asserted firmly.
Agustin's smile widened, his voice filled with playful confidence. "Of course, my dear Sam. Your brother's safety is paramount. But perhaps along the way, we can have a little fun, hm?"
Jace, overhearing Agustin's flirtatious remark, chimed in with a hint of amusement. "Don't get too distracted, Sam. We need you focused. We'll regroup at the Institute and gather more information on this vampire clan. Stay safe."
With a nod, not bothering to mention that Jace is wrong about him even being a motely interested in Agustin, but not really having the time, Sam ended the call, his mind racing with the weight of the situation. He couldn't deny the growing complexity of his feelings, torn between the urgency of finding Dean and the allure of Agustin's presence.
They set out to the institute. Agustin's bold and flirtatious nature had stirred something deep within Sam, something he couldn't quite comprehend.
Sam found himself drawn to Agustin's charm, his mischievous smile, and the way he effortlessly commanded attention. The vampire's presence was captivating, his words and actions leaving a trail of curiosity in Sam's mind.
Is it merely the intensity of the situation, the adrenaline-fueled of Dean and Andra being in danger, that had sparked this unexplainable connection? Or is there something more, something deeper that he couldn't deny? The priority was to find Dean and Andra and ensure their safety, but the conflicting emotions and the enigmatic allure of the vampire threatened to derail his focus.
His been down this way before, he trusted a demon over his own brother once before. Is Agustin any different? Dean had a friend who had been a vampire, and Sam had figured out too late that Benny was an okay guy. Maybe, just maybe, Agustin is like Benny. Not all vampires were awful, he and his brother knew this, just like some werewolves and which is wasn't all awful. Is Agustin one of those who wasn't bad? Why is Agustin helping him? Is there's some sort of motive?
As they arrived at the Institute, Magnus Bane met them at the entrance, his trademark flamboyance and air of mystery surrounding him. Sam watched with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty as Agustin, standing by his side, smirked mischievously at Magnus.
"Ah, my dear friend," Agustin purred, his voice dripping with playful charm.
Magnus raised an eyebrow, a combination amusement and curiosity playing in his eyes. He regarded Agustin with fondness. "Agustin, it seems you've found yourself in yet another intriguing situation. And I see you finally met this handsome young man."
"Handsome indeed." Agustin purred, eyes falling on Sam.
Sam felt a tinge of unease as he observed the exchange between Agustin and Magnus.
Magnus turned his attention to Sam, his gaze assessing yet welcoming. "Good to see you again, Sam."
He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "Yeah," Sam replied. "Agustin's agreed to help find Dean and Andra."
Magnus nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning Sam with a touch of understanding. "I see. Well, you're in good hands with Agustin. He may be mischievous, but he knows his way."
Agustin flashed a mischievous grin, his gaze shifting between Magnus and Sam. "Oh, Magnus, you always know how to make me feel special."
Magnus rolled his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "You're special, alright. In your own unique way."
Sam couldn't shake the feeling that he had stepped into a world filled with intricate connections and complex histories. The dynamic between Magnus and Agustin intrigued him, and he found himself navigating a web of emotions that he hadn't anticipated.
But amidst the uncertainty, Sam remained focused on the task at hand – finding Dean and Andra. The bond between Magnus and Agustin, however complicated, served as a reminder that alliances could be formed even in the most unexpected circumstances.
Magnus took him aside to offer his guidance. Sam's mind was clouded, still grappling with the truth that the reality merge had made him a warlock. Sam shook his head, preferring to do it the old fashioned way, but that also meant time. Did they have time?
Magnus, ever perceptive, sensed Sam's hesitation and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sam, I understand that this reality merge has brought about significant changes, but denying your powers won't make them go away. Embracing your abilities is the key to finding your brother and Andra."
"I know, Magnus, but it's hard to accept. I've spent my whole life as a hunter, relying on my instincts and strength. Becoming a warlock feels... unnatural."
Magnus nodded sympathetically, his eyes filled with a deep understanding. "Change can be overwhelming, especially when it alters the very core of who you are. But remember, Sam, your abilities can be a powerful tool to find Dean and Andra. I can teach you a simple tracking spell, one that could lead you to them. All we need, is something that belongs to your brother."
Sam's brows furrowed, torn between his longing to reunite with his brother and his struggle to accept his newfound identity. "I want to find them more than anything, Magnus. But can I really do this? Can I tap into this new magic without losing myself?" He had before, why would this be any different?
"Sam," Magnus's voice softened with reassurance. "you're stronger than you realize. You've faced unimaginable challenges and come out on the other side. Embracing your powers doesn't mean losing yourself; it means gaining a new perspective and a new set of tools."
Sam took a deep breath. He had always been adaptable, willing to face the unknown for the sake of his family. Perhaps this was just another test of his strength, another way to protect those he held dear.
"Alright, Magnus," Sam said, though his fears still lingered like a shadow. "Teach me. Teach me how to use this magic to find Dean and Andra."
A smile of approval curved Magnus's lips as he began to guide Sam through the steps of the tracking spell. Sam listened intently, his skepticism slowly giving way to a newfound sense of hope.
As the spell unfolded, Sam felt a flicker of something deep within him, a connection to the mystical energies that surrounded them.
Sam clutched Dean's forgotten jacket in his hands, he closed his eyes and focused on the spell that Magnus had taught him. The fabric seemed to hum with a faint energy, as if resonating with the essence of his brother. Sam's magic surged within him, an unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar sensation that sent a chill down his spine.
The power within him pulsed, intertwining with the threads of the jacket. It was as if the very fabric held a connection to Dean, a tangible link that guided Sam towards their location. His senses heightened, he could almost taste the desperation and fear that emanated from his brother.
As the tracking spell took hold, Sam felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was a delicate dance between his own will and the forces of the supernatural. The sensation was both exhilarating and unsettling.
The warehouse where Dean is being held came into focus in Sam's mind. He could see it clearly, the dilapidated structure standing not far from the Institute. Its abandoned exterior held secrets and danger, a place where darkness thrived.
Sam couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The power that surged within him was a potent force, but it also reminded him of the blurred line between good and evil, the fine balance he had to maintain. The idea of harnessing such immense power disturbed him, leaving him questioning the depths of his own capabilities.
Sam didn't have the choice but to push aside his reservations. The lives of his brother and friend's lives hung in the balance, and he couldn't afford to let doubt cloud his judgment.
With renewed determination, Sam opened his eyes and met the gaze of Magnus's cat eyes. The weight of his magic still lingered, but didn't think about that now.
"Dean and Andra are being held in an abandoned warehouse not far from here," Sam announced, his voice steady despite the unease that gnawed at his core. "We have to move quickly. Our window of opportunity won't last long."
Magnus nodded, a pleased smile gracing his lips. "Good job. Now, let's go tell Jace."
Sam nodded, but couldn't shake the disquieting sensation of his magic coursing through him. It was a constant reminder of the fine line he walked, the responsibility that came with his newfound abilities.
But for now, his focus shifted solely to rescuing Dean and Andra. The surge of power within him, both unsettling and empowering, propelled him forward, ready to face the darkness that awaited.