If it's red, drink it.
Title: If it's red, drink it.
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
Chapter 81
Two hours after Azazel had fed Dean his blood, the sun had already risen in the horizon, but the church remained closed. Azazel had locked the doors, tied Bobby up and brought the priest down to the classroom with the rest of the people.
John was bleeding out in a corner of the classroom. The wound on his thigh kept him from moving. John knew better than to try and remove the cross under the risk of bleeding to death. Bobby was now tied up and recovering consciousness in another corner.
The two machetes were broken on the floor by John's feet, useless, just like John and the priest.
Azazel had dragged Sam up and down the church as he did all this, so he could keep an eye on the youngest Winchester. His brother, however, was not a problem anymore.
When everyone was in the classroom, Azazel took a seat and watched from a comfortable position as Dean moaned in pain and twisted with cramps on the floor. He knew what that felt like, and he knew Dean was not a threat. John's oldest son was undergoing powerful changes and horrendous pain. Everything in his body was dying and awakening, every sound and smell and taste was ten times stronger, and the hunger…the hunger was the worst part. The more minutes passed by, the more it grew, and Azazel knew that. By now all that Dean could think about was blood. He needed it, craved it, like a dying man craved redemption. Everything in Dean's body was screaming of a hunger that needed to be satisfied-a thirst for blood.
That wasn't at all what Azazel had planned, but it served the Winchesters right for pissing him off so much. Dean was now a vampire, and the moment he drank from Sam it would be over. Sam would have to once again submit-the prince would be a willing, docile victim to Azazel and Dean, and neither Bobby nor John would be able to do anything as Azazel and Dean disappeared with Sam. Sharing the boy hadn't been in his plans, but Azazel could live with that. Dean was young and would make an incredibly strong and resourceful vampire. Azazel would teach him everything. And meanwhile, they would relish and lavish themselves with Sam's sweet, precious blood.
"Are you hungry, Dean?"
"Shut up!" Dean growled. His stomach cramped painfully. He could feel the hunger tugging at him like an entity with claws.
Azazel looked into Dean's now supernaturally green eyes and smiled.
"I believe it's time. Samuel, come here."
Sam cowered in a corner and had to be dragged by Azazel.
"No!! Let me go!!" he twisted against the hand grabbing him with bruising strength.
"What the hell is going on?" Bobby was barely conscious. He could feel his head throbbing with pain. He looked to his side and saw John with an ugly wound on his thigh, and then he looked right ahead at Azazel holding Sam while Dean was on his hands and knees by his feet.
"You're about to see Dean's transformation, Bobby. Would you like to tell him, John?"
"He turned Dean into a vampire. He's a fucking evil monster!" John groaned, but it sounded weak, as weak as he already felt.
"Jesus Christ… Don't do that."
"Oh, I won't do it. Dean will. Dean will seal his fate when he drinks from Samuel. Because he won't be able to help it, will you Dean? He's probably already going crazy with the smell of daddy's blood."
And Dean was. He could smell John's wound and it made his stomach rumble with hunger. Dean felt disgusted with himself, but that was becoming a very small part of his brain. The need for blood was flooding everything that was reasonable and right inside of him, and Dean felt himself losing the battle.
"Now c'mon. Up. It's time to end this torture. Feed, my dear." Azazel helped Dean to his feet.
Everyone could see the change. Dean's eyes were flashing with unnatural color, his fangs were bare and his nostrils flared with the scent of blood.
"Dean, don't do that!" John begged.
"You're stronger than this, Dean…" Bobby added.
"Please…" Sam looked into Dean's eyes. "I know you're in there, I know you can hear me…some part of you can. Please don't drink," Sam begged.
Dean narrowed his emerald eyes at Sam and watched intently when Azazel used a knife to cut superficially at Sam's neck. The smell of Sam's special blood filled Dean's nose like the taste of heaven itself, and Dean growled with need. His blood pumped with hunger and he approached Sam.
"I was there when Arthur and Lancelot had their secret, heated affair," Azazel spoke and surprised everyone. "I was there when Arthur sired a child in his sister. Incest runs in the family, it was hardly your fault."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam frowned.
"I'm telling Dean that he is about to taste the most special blood he could wish for. John comes from Arthur's linage, and has the blood of the warrior, and Mary, your sweet mom had Lancelot's bravery because of the Campbell's linage. When you boys were born you combined all the courage and magic of the love that could never be. I should have seen this romance coming." Azazel enjoyed his triumphant victory. "There is absolutely no way Dean can resist you."
"Dean, please…" Sam was panting. The more erratically he breathed, though, the more his blood pulsed and the stronger the smell was. "Ahh!!" he groaned when Azazel cut him a bit deeper.
"C'mon, Dean. Get closer. I know you want it. Go ahead. You won't taste anything better. You and Sam, it's meant to be." He watched evilly as Dean was helplessly drawn to the red liquid trickling down Sam's neck.
Dean went a few inches closer. 'No. I can't. I shouldn't.' something inside his brain screamed that it was wrong, but he was so hungry, and it hurt so much…
Dean looked into Sam's pleading eyes. He knew the boy was scared, but the part of his brain that seemed to care about it was growing weak as his need grew stronger.
"He's all yours. You're lucky to have such a magical blood as your first meal."
Azazel pushed Sam into Dean's arms and Dean groaned with hunger and need. He held Sam and his mouth watered at the smell of his blood.
"Dean, don't…please… The moment you drink it, it's over, you can't go back anymore." Sam wasn't even sure that was true, but if John believed it, than so did he. "Please listen to your father…our father. Don't drink…"
"Go ahead, Dean," Azazel coaxed. "Don't you just want to sink your fangs into Sam's sweet flesh until his hot blood pours into your mouth? I know you can't resist him. Go ahead. Drink this red precious blood."
Dean's body shook violently with desire. He moved swiftly and buried his nose into Sam's neck. The boy cried out, anticipating the bite. Instead, Dean just grazed his nose against the blood covering Sam's neck.
'Fuck. I need it', Dean could feel the warm blood on his nose and his stomach demanded to be fed. It was so close now. Dean could feel each and every fearful beat of Sam's heart because the boy's blood rushed in his veins, and fuck, Dean could hear it, and if he just parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, then he would be able to taste it, and Dean didn't even have to do that to know it would feel amazing, because Sam was amazing, Sam was…
"Go ahead…drink it."
It smelled so good, and it felt so warm, and Dean was so hungry…
"Please, please, Dean, please….don't do this to me. You promised…" Sam was crying now. John and Bobby were screaming something, but Dean had drowned out their voices. All he heard was the beating of Sam's heart and the blood that poured out of the cut in his neck.
Dean parted his lips. All he had to do was stick out his tongue and lick at that warm blood, and then he would sink his teeth in and drink, drink and drink, and it would be the best thing he had ever tasted because Sam was the best thing that had ever happened to him, even though he was his brother and…
"Please, stop…" Sam begged as the tears ran down his cheeks.
Promise you'll stop if it gets too much?
You know I'll never hurt you.
The growl that came out of Dean's mouth was anything but human. He sounded like an animal, like a beast, and with the strength of a beast he pushed Sam as far away from himself as possible, and then he turned on Azazel.
"You," Dean gritted his teeth. His hunger was killing him, but it was also fueling his anger.
"No, it's not possible." Azazel shook his head. "Drink from the boy! You've got to drink, Dean!"
"You said I could never defeat you because I wasn't strong enough," Dean said. He was panting, his heart was racing. "You were right. But guess what." He walked towards Azazel until the yellow eyed man was cornered against a wall. "You've just made me very, very strong." Dean smiled wickedly.
Sam had crawled towards Bobby and started to help the priest get free when Dean charged at Azazel and the two vampires started fighting wildly.
"Drink from him, Dean! Drink and you'll be normal again!" John screamed.
"How do you even know that?" Bobby asked as Sam helped him out of the robes.
"The books I borrowed from you. It was all there."
Bobby stared at John dumbly, but his attention was quickly drawn to the fight happening a few feet from them.
There were punches and shoving, and animal-like growls as Dean fought Azazel with matching strength and speed.
"I know this won't work, but…" Bobby rushed to his desk, opened a drawer and pulled a gun. The moment he had a good angle he shot, and Azazel stumbled backwards.
The bullet hit him in the shoulder, and the distraction was all Dean needed to take control. He buried his fangs into Azazel's neck and drank. It was not what he had been expecting, not what his hunger had craved.
"Stop it!" Azazel felt himself growing weak as Dean drank more and more.
When he was able to pull Dean off of him, he was breathing with difficulty and having trouble regaining his strength.
"Dean! Are you okay?!" John screamed.
Dean was on his hands and knees once again, he could feel the transformation reversing in his body-it was like he was turning inside out.
"It's working," John said, hopeful.
Meanwhile, as all that happened, Sam went up the stairs and found the samurai sword. He picked it up and went down quickly, and as chaos set in the classroom, he stood in front of Azazel, who was still on his knees trying to recover from Dean's attack.
"Samuel…" Azazel widened his eyes at the sight of the boy towering over him with a sword in his hands. "What are you doing, sweetie?"
"Sam…" Bobby called him, too. "Give me that sword. You don't have to do that."
"He's right, Sam. You don't have to be the one doing that!" John groaned, even though he knew he couldn't move and change the situation.
"Step back, Bobby," Sam warned. "No one takes this away from me."
From his position on the floor, still suffering with the transformation, Dean stared at Sam. All eyes were on the boy and the vampire on his knees.
"You wouldn't do that, Samuel. I know I've done some terrible things, but everything I did, I did because I love you so much…" Azazel begged. "You're my life! There's nothing I wouldn't do for you…"
"Shut up!" Sam groaned. "You never loved or cared about me. You used me, Azazel, but it's over now. You can't control me anymore."
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Azazel got up and prepared to attack Sam, and the boy swung the sword once.
The yellow eyes looked dead at the ceiling when Azazel's head rolled down the floor, and the vampire's dark red blood painted the classroom floor.
"Sam!" Bobby walked up to the boy. "Are you okay?"
Sam was shaking. He was so relieved and exhausted…he was overwhelmed. He looked at Dean-his husband's eyes were no longer scary green-and knew he was going to be okay, eventually.
"I am now, Bobby."
~ * ~
When the ambulance came to pick up John and the police arrived to understand what had happened, Sam was crouched with Dean in a corner of the classroom. The two lovers held on to each other, both exhausted, relieved, and thankful to be together.
They didn't say anything. Sam and Dean looked into each other's eyes and their fingers held on tightly to each other, and that was all the communication they needed at the moment.
When two police officers came to talk to them, Sam, Dean and Bobby told the story they had agreed upon. Azazel had a medical condition, everyone knew that given his yellow eyes, and eventually this condition made him lose his mind. The town's wealthy doctor went insane. For the past years he had been abusing his own son in the most disgusting ways, often inviting his friends to share in the abuse. House employees would confirm that. Father Bobby and the Winchesters had been trying to help Sam for a long time, but Azazel was strong, powerful and nearly unstoppable. Sam told the officers of his father's delusions about believing he was a vampire. Sam could prove that Azazel had been drinking from the hospital's blood supply easily. The camera in the blood storage room in the hospital, the one only Azazel had access too, should be enough. Besides, there were the blood bags in the freezer at home. Never once did Sam say that his father was a vampire, but he convinced the cops that Azazel had lost his mind and started acting like one because of his illness.
When questioned about the severity of the cause of death-beheading-the priest intervened and said they didn't know what else to do. Azazel had overpowered four men, one of them was in the hospital probably getting surgery right now. And in the end, Sam could also rely on the years of bribery that Azazel had used to buy cops. The police was dying to have nothing to do with that man anymore. Azazel wasn't the kind of person anyone enjoyed owing a favor to, and Sam could tell the cops were relieved. They were also happy when Sam greased their palms to make Azazel's body disappear.
Sam knew there would be gossip. It was a small town after all, but he also knew that the people closest to Azazel, which meant the doctors working with him, would share in the relief of not having him around.
When the police left, Sam and Dean were alone with Bobby.
The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They were still sort of speechless after what had just happened.
"How are you, Dean?" Bobby asked eventually.
"I feel like I've been beaten up and shoved under a truck. But I'm great."
Bobby nodded.
"Good. And you kid?" Sam hadn't just undergone a brutal physical transformation, but he had just beheaded the man, the vampire, who had raised him.
"I'll be okay. I…I'm sorry I got you into this," he apologized.
"I'm not," Bobby smiled. "But I'll be happy if I don't see you two fools for the next month or so."
Dean and Sam laughed lightly.
"What about my dad? Do you think he'll ever accept us?" it pained Dean that he wouldn't.
Bobby took Dean's hand and then took Sam's hand. He put one on top of the other and smiled again. "You're brothers. You're married. You'll figure it out, don't worry."
The two Winchester boys hugged the priest tightly for a long moment.
When at last they left the church, Sam told Dean he needed to go the mansion to get some stuff for the police and straighten things out. Dean headed straight to the hospital to get an update on his father.
~ * ~
A couple of days later, Sam moved into the shack, and he went to the hospital with Dean to pick John up and drive him home. John Winchester had undergone some minor surgery in his leg and was going to be discharged today. Sam agreed to be there when Dean made sure John was all set at home.
"So there's plenty of food in the fridge, your meds are on the top shelf, and no drinking until you finish your antibiotics," Dean was saying.
"I know, I know." John was sitting on the sofa with his leg up on a little wood stool.
Sam was standing in the living room, watching the scene from a distance.
After looking around, afraid he was missing something, Dean was satisfied that his father would be alright.
"If you need anything…" he began.
"Yeah, I'll call. You can go…"
Sam was tense when he turned around to leave, but it helped a little when he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder.
"Boys?" John asked. His voice was low and deep.
The two young men turned around and looked at him.
"I…I'm gonna need some time to deal with this," he confessed. "But I just want you to be happy."
Sam took a deep breath and he felt as if the weight of the world had left his shoulders. He didn't know he needed to hear that so much until he actually heard it.
"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate that," Dean said.
"Thank you, John," Sam said. Not 'dad'. Not yet anyway. "I'm gonna need some time to deal with this, too," he smiled lightly and John nodded with understanding.
The two of them left and went back to the shack.
~ * ~
When they were finally together and finally alone, Dean watched Sam closely. There was something strange about the boy, and it wasn't just the fact that he had killed his father figure a couple of days before. Sam looked as if something bothered him. It was like the boy he had left behind had grown ten years since Dean was gone. His eyes were changed.
"Sit here," Dean patted the bed. "We need to talk."
Sam sighed. His heart felt tight in his chest and he complied.
"What's going on, eh?" Dean cupped Sam's cheek and then lifted his chin, and for the first time since he had come back he could see the real Sam behind those hazel eyes. "What did Azazel do to you while I was gone?"
Sam choked. He felt so sad. Where to begin?
"It's okay, love. You can tell me," Dean wiped the tears that rolled down Sam's cheeks.
"He made me marry Lucifer."
Dean took a deep breath. He wasn't quite prepared to hear that. It took him a moment or so to react.
"How did he do that? I mean, you and I, we're married already."
"Bobby fake married Lucifer and I. He kept threatening to have John killed if I didn't…"
"I know," Dean cut him off. "You don't need to explain anything. You had to do whatever he told you to. I suffered his black mail too, remember?"
Sam swallowed hard. There was a lump in his throat.
Dean felt fear and anger tangle and rise inside of him.
"Sam…did this Lucifer guy hurt you?" Dean's heart raced.
"No." Sam shook his head vehemently. "Azazel did. He…he started drinking again, and he got jealous and possessive. I…I didn't give in easily, so he broke my wrist one night, and shared me with a friend to intimidate me."
Dean breathed hard. He tried to calm down by reminding himself it was over now. Azazel was gone. It still hurt, though.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I had managed to take you with me." Of course Dean had known that Sam would be in trouble alone with Azazel, but actually hearing him confess how much Azazel had hurt him just broke Dean's heart. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you, I…" Dean felt tears clouding his eyes and Sam wiped them quickly.
"Shh," Sam silenced Dean before his guilt took over. They had each done what they were supposed to. "It's not your fault. If you had taken me with you, our father would be dead now. I didn't want to live with that, Dean."
"I'm sorry I didn't call." Dean kissed the palm of Sam's hand. "I thought that if I heard your voice I wouldn't be able to go on."
"I wish you'd called, but I know why you didn't. I might not have been able to hide what was going on, and it would have been the death of John."
"Do you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive." Sam smiled tenderly and squeezed Dean's hand. "Besides… Lucifer…he, he didn't hurt me. Azazel lied to him. He said I'd be reluctant because I'd been raped. So Lucifer was very kind and patient," Sam admitted. "But when I realized Azazel had lied to him, I ended up telling the truth about us. He got angry and…"
"Did he…did he try to force you?" Dean felt tension creep inside of him.
"At first yeah, but then he stopped. It was all very messy, and then suddenly I was choking him to death…"
Dean widened his eyes with surprise.
"We ended up having sex. He didn’t rape me. It wasn't sweet and loving. But it wasn't bad, Dean. I'm so sorry. I feel guilty now. Lucifer left then, and that's when I hid in the church."
Dean took a deep breath. His tension left him and he relaxed.
"Where is this Lucifer now? Will he be a problem?"
"No. Apparently he's been arrested. Azazel had some dirty things about his past. I don't know how much time he's facing."
"Good," Dean said. "Sammy, there's nothing to feel guilty about. Did you think I'd be mad because you had sex with someone else and enjoyed it?"
"Aren't you?" Sam's hazel eyes showed his insecurity.
"I've had sex with hundreds of women and men, Sam. Hundreds. I was your first. Do you think it's fair that I expect you to never have sex with anyone else while I've had my share of experiences? Sex is fun."
"But I love you, I don't love him."
Dean's smile widened. "And I love you, baby. And that's all that matters." Because Sam seemed confused, Dean went on. "Look, Azazel gave you no choice. You had to marry Lucifer, right?"
Sam nodded.
"Do you seriously think that I would prefer to hear that Lucifer forced you? That he hurt you? Of course I'm jealous, but Sammy, I'd much rather know that he gave you pleasure and that you felt good than that he hurt you, don't you understand it? Sex is not the same as love. I've been there and I can tell you that. Sex with love is amazing, there's no doubt about it. What I have with you I've never had before, and I want it for the rest of my life. That's why we need to be realistic here. You're sixteen years old. I'm not going to keep you from experiencing sex with other people if you feel like it."
"But I don't want to."
"Not now. I don't either. But I want to be with you until the day I die. And you're my brother! There's no way we're breaking up over something as natural as the desire to have sex with other people. Today we don't want anyone else, but maybe in two, three, maybe in fifteen years we will. All I'm saying is, our dad thinks this is going to end up badly, but it's up to us to make it work."
Sam felt relived. Dean was amazing.
"And you know why we're gonna make it work?"
Sam smiled widely.
"Why?"
"Because it depends on us, and no one else." Dean felt his chest throb with emotion.
Sam kissed Dean hard. They fell silent and let their lips and tongues do the talking. When Sam spoke, it was barely above a whisper that ghosted above Dean's lips. "I've missed you. Once again you were my knight in shining armor."
Dean smiled against Sam's mouth, but then Azazel's words crossed his thoughts and he frowned.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Do you think Azazel was speaking the truth?"
"About what?"
"The whole Arthur and Lancelot thing and our magical blood."
Sam shrugged. "I mean, I suppose he was old enough to have been there. Besides, he always acted like my blood was special, and so did other vampires…" Sam didn't want to remember that. "But I guess we'll never know."
"He also implied that you and I were meant to be. Like it's in our blood falling in love."
Sam smiled at that. "So we didn't have a choice then. We were drawn to each other the moment we met. Makes sense. In the end were just a couple of fortune's fools."
"What?" Dean frowned and Sam laughed.
"It means we were victims of fate," Sam said and then chuckled as Dean looked puzzled. "It's just something Shakespeare wrote in one of his famous love stories."
"And does this story have a happy ending?" Dean wanted to know.
"Not really. Even though they loved each other a lot, the end is really sad."
"Well, then I'm glad he's not writing this one."
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tbc... (Epilogue)
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The day Azazel's son turns sixteen years old, there's a big party thrown in his mansion to celebrate prince Samuel's birthday. The boy is smart but quiet, and not used to the world outside his dad's home. He also carries a secret that shapes his life and burdens him constantly. While the most important people in town will be there to take part in the event, people like Dean Winchester, the son of the town's mechanic and Azazel's enemy, is definitely unwelcome at the party. Dean, who has a reputation for his great charm and libido, can hardly resist the chance to crash this party and provoke his dad's foe. What happens when Dean, an experienced and seductive lover, lays eyes on Azazel's mysterious and shy son will cause old secrets to surface and change their lives forever.
Warnings and A/N: AU, Top!Dean, bottom!Sam, underage sex, abuse. More stuff might come up...
Previous chapters
Chapter 81
Two hours after Azazel had fed Dean his blood, the sun had already risen in the horizon, but the church remained closed. Azazel had locked the doors, tied Bobby up and brought the priest down to the classroom with the rest of the people.
John was bleeding out in a corner of the classroom. The wound on his thigh kept him from moving. John knew better than to try and remove the cross under the risk of bleeding to death. Bobby was now tied up and recovering consciousness in another corner.
The two machetes were broken on the floor by John's feet, useless, just like John and the priest.
Azazel had dragged Sam up and down the church as he did all this, so he could keep an eye on the youngest Winchester. His brother, however, was not a problem anymore.
When everyone was in the classroom, Azazel took a seat and watched from a comfortable position as Dean moaned in pain and twisted with cramps on the floor. He knew what that felt like, and he knew Dean was not a threat. John's oldest son was undergoing powerful changes and horrendous pain. Everything in his body was dying and awakening, every sound and smell and taste was ten times stronger, and the hunger…the hunger was the worst part. The more minutes passed by, the more it grew, and Azazel knew that. By now all that Dean could think about was blood. He needed it, craved it, like a dying man craved redemption. Everything in Dean's body was screaming of a hunger that needed to be satisfied-a thirst for blood.
That wasn't at all what Azazel had planned, but it served the Winchesters right for pissing him off so much. Dean was now a vampire, and the moment he drank from Sam it would be over. Sam would have to once again submit-the prince would be a willing, docile victim to Azazel and Dean, and neither Bobby nor John would be able to do anything as Azazel and Dean disappeared with Sam. Sharing the boy hadn't been in his plans, but Azazel could live with that. Dean was young and would make an incredibly strong and resourceful vampire. Azazel would teach him everything. And meanwhile, they would relish and lavish themselves with Sam's sweet, precious blood.
"Are you hungry, Dean?"
"Shut up!" Dean growled. His stomach cramped painfully. He could feel the hunger tugging at him like an entity with claws.
Azazel looked into Dean's now supernaturally green eyes and smiled.
"I believe it's time. Samuel, come here."
Sam cowered in a corner and had to be dragged by Azazel.
"No!! Let me go!!" he twisted against the hand grabbing him with bruising strength.
"What the hell is going on?" Bobby was barely conscious. He could feel his head throbbing with pain. He looked to his side and saw John with an ugly wound on his thigh, and then he looked right ahead at Azazel holding Sam while Dean was on his hands and knees by his feet.
"You're about to see Dean's transformation, Bobby. Would you like to tell him, John?"
"He turned Dean into a vampire. He's a fucking evil monster!" John groaned, but it sounded weak, as weak as he already felt.
"Jesus Christ… Don't do that."
"Oh, I won't do it. Dean will. Dean will seal his fate when he drinks from Samuel. Because he won't be able to help it, will you Dean? He's probably already going crazy with the smell of daddy's blood."
And Dean was. He could smell John's wound and it made his stomach rumble with hunger. Dean felt disgusted with himself, but that was becoming a very small part of his brain. The need for blood was flooding everything that was reasonable and right inside of him, and Dean felt himself losing the battle.
"Now c'mon. Up. It's time to end this torture. Feed, my dear." Azazel helped Dean to his feet.
Everyone could see the change. Dean's eyes were flashing with unnatural color, his fangs were bare and his nostrils flared with the scent of blood.
"Dean, don't do that!" John begged.
"You're stronger than this, Dean…" Bobby added.
"Please…" Sam looked into Dean's eyes. "I know you're in there, I know you can hear me…some part of you can. Please don't drink," Sam begged.
Dean narrowed his emerald eyes at Sam and watched intently when Azazel used a knife to cut superficially at Sam's neck. The smell of Sam's special blood filled Dean's nose like the taste of heaven itself, and Dean growled with need. His blood pumped with hunger and he approached Sam.
"I was there when Arthur and Lancelot had their secret, heated affair," Azazel spoke and surprised everyone. "I was there when Arthur sired a child in his sister. Incest runs in the family, it was hardly your fault."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam frowned.
"I'm telling Dean that he is about to taste the most special blood he could wish for. John comes from Arthur's linage, and has the blood of the warrior, and Mary, your sweet mom had Lancelot's bravery because of the Campbell's linage. When you boys were born you combined all the courage and magic of the love that could never be. I should have seen this romance coming." Azazel enjoyed his triumphant victory. "There is absolutely no way Dean can resist you."
"Dean, please…" Sam was panting. The more erratically he breathed, though, the more his blood pulsed and the stronger the smell was. "Ahh!!" he groaned when Azazel cut him a bit deeper.
"C'mon, Dean. Get closer. I know you want it. Go ahead. You won't taste anything better. You and Sam, it's meant to be." He watched evilly as Dean was helplessly drawn to the red liquid trickling down Sam's neck.
Dean went a few inches closer. 'No. I can't. I shouldn't.' something inside his brain screamed that it was wrong, but he was so hungry, and it hurt so much…
Dean looked into Sam's pleading eyes. He knew the boy was scared, but the part of his brain that seemed to care about it was growing weak as his need grew stronger.
"He's all yours. You're lucky to have such a magical blood as your first meal."
Azazel pushed Sam into Dean's arms and Dean groaned with hunger and need. He held Sam and his mouth watered at the smell of his blood.
"Dean, don't…please… The moment you drink it, it's over, you can't go back anymore." Sam wasn't even sure that was true, but if John believed it, than so did he. "Please listen to your father…our father. Don't drink…"
"Go ahead, Dean," Azazel coaxed. "Don't you just want to sink your fangs into Sam's sweet flesh until his hot blood pours into your mouth? I know you can't resist him. Go ahead. Drink this red precious blood."
Dean's body shook violently with desire. He moved swiftly and buried his nose into Sam's neck. The boy cried out, anticipating the bite. Instead, Dean just grazed his nose against the blood covering Sam's neck.
'Fuck. I need it', Dean could feel the warm blood on his nose and his stomach demanded to be fed. It was so close now. Dean could feel each and every fearful beat of Sam's heart because the boy's blood rushed in his veins, and fuck, Dean could hear it, and if he just parted his lips and stuck out his tongue, then he would be able to taste it, and Dean didn't even have to do that to know it would feel amazing, because Sam was amazing, Sam was…
"Go ahead…drink it."
It smelled so good, and it felt so warm, and Dean was so hungry…
"Please, please, Dean, please….don't do this to me. You promised…" Sam was crying now. John and Bobby were screaming something, but Dean had drowned out their voices. All he heard was the beating of Sam's heart and the blood that poured out of the cut in his neck.
Dean parted his lips. All he had to do was stick out his tongue and lick at that warm blood, and then he would sink his teeth in and drink, drink and drink, and it would be the best thing he had ever tasted because Sam was the best thing that had ever happened to him, even though he was his brother and…
"Please, stop…" Sam begged as the tears ran down his cheeks.
Promise you'll stop if it gets too much?
You know I'll never hurt you.
The growl that came out of Dean's mouth was anything but human. He sounded like an animal, like a beast, and with the strength of a beast he pushed Sam as far away from himself as possible, and then he turned on Azazel.
"You," Dean gritted his teeth. His hunger was killing him, but it was also fueling his anger.
"No, it's not possible." Azazel shook his head. "Drink from the boy! You've got to drink, Dean!"
"You said I could never defeat you because I wasn't strong enough," Dean said. He was panting, his heart was racing. "You were right. But guess what." He walked towards Azazel until the yellow eyed man was cornered against a wall. "You've just made me very, very strong." Dean smiled wickedly.
Sam had crawled towards Bobby and started to help the priest get free when Dean charged at Azazel and the two vampires started fighting wildly.
"Drink from him, Dean! Drink and you'll be normal again!" John screamed.
"How do you even know that?" Bobby asked as Sam helped him out of the robes.
"The books I borrowed from you. It was all there."
Bobby stared at John dumbly, but his attention was quickly drawn to the fight happening a few feet from them.
There were punches and shoving, and animal-like growls as Dean fought Azazel with matching strength and speed.
"I know this won't work, but…" Bobby rushed to his desk, opened a drawer and pulled a gun. The moment he had a good angle he shot, and Azazel stumbled backwards.
The bullet hit him in the shoulder, and the distraction was all Dean needed to take control. He buried his fangs into Azazel's neck and drank. It was not what he had been expecting, not what his hunger had craved.
"Stop it!" Azazel felt himself growing weak as Dean drank more and more.
When he was able to pull Dean off of him, he was breathing with difficulty and having trouble regaining his strength.
"Dean! Are you okay?!" John screamed.
Dean was on his hands and knees once again, he could feel the transformation reversing in his body-it was like he was turning inside out.
"It's working," John said, hopeful.
Meanwhile, as all that happened, Sam went up the stairs and found the samurai sword. He picked it up and went down quickly, and as chaos set in the classroom, he stood in front of Azazel, who was still on his knees trying to recover from Dean's attack.
"Samuel…" Azazel widened his eyes at the sight of the boy towering over him with a sword in his hands. "What are you doing, sweetie?"
"Sam…" Bobby called him, too. "Give me that sword. You don't have to do that."
"He's right, Sam. You don't have to be the one doing that!" John groaned, even though he knew he couldn't move and change the situation.
"Step back, Bobby," Sam warned. "No one takes this away from me."
From his position on the floor, still suffering with the transformation, Dean stared at Sam. All eyes were on the boy and the vampire on his knees.
"You wouldn't do that, Samuel. I know I've done some terrible things, but everything I did, I did because I love you so much…" Azazel begged. "You're my life! There's nothing I wouldn't do for you…"
"Shut up!" Sam groaned. "You never loved or cared about me. You used me, Azazel, but it's over now. You can't control me anymore."
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Azazel got up and prepared to attack Sam, and the boy swung the sword once.
The yellow eyes looked dead at the ceiling when Azazel's head rolled down the floor, and the vampire's dark red blood painted the classroom floor.
"Sam!" Bobby walked up to the boy. "Are you okay?"
Sam was shaking. He was so relieved and exhausted…he was overwhelmed. He looked at Dean-his husband's eyes were no longer scary green-and knew he was going to be okay, eventually.
"I am now, Bobby."
~ * ~
When the ambulance came to pick up John and the police arrived to understand what had happened, Sam was crouched with Dean in a corner of the classroom. The two lovers held on to each other, both exhausted, relieved, and thankful to be together.
They didn't say anything. Sam and Dean looked into each other's eyes and their fingers held on tightly to each other, and that was all the communication they needed at the moment.
When two police officers came to talk to them, Sam, Dean and Bobby told the story they had agreed upon. Azazel had a medical condition, everyone knew that given his yellow eyes, and eventually this condition made him lose his mind. The town's wealthy doctor went insane. For the past years he had been abusing his own son in the most disgusting ways, often inviting his friends to share in the abuse. House employees would confirm that. Father Bobby and the Winchesters had been trying to help Sam for a long time, but Azazel was strong, powerful and nearly unstoppable. Sam told the officers of his father's delusions about believing he was a vampire. Sam could prove that Azazel had been drinking from the hospital's blood supply easily. The camera in the blood storage room in the hospital, the one only Azazel had access too, should be enough. Besides, there were the blood bags in the freezer at home. Never once did Sam say that his father was a vampire, but he convinced the cops that Azazel had lost his mind and started acting like one because of his illness.
When questioned about the severity of the cause of death-beheading-the priest intervened and said they didn't know what else to do. Azazel had overpowered four men, one of them was in the hospital probably getting surgery right now. And in the end, Sam could also rely on the years of bribery that Azazel had used to buy cops. The police was dying to have nothing to do with that man anymore. Azazel wasn't the kind of person anyone enjoyed owing a favor to, and Sam could tell the cops were relieved. They were also happy when Sam greased their palms to make Azazel's body disappear.
Sam knew there would be gossip. It was a small town after all, but he also knew that the people closest to Azazel, which meant the doctors working with him, would share in the relief of not having him around.
When the police left, Sam and Dean were alone with Bobby.
The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They were still sort of speechless after what had just happened.
"How are you, Dean?" Bobby asked eventually.
"I feel like I've been beaten up and shoved under a truck. But I'm great."
Bobby nodded.
"Good. And you kid?" Sam hadn't just undergone a brutal physical transformation, but he had just beheaded the man, the vampire, who had raised him.
"I'll be okay. I…I'm sorry I got you into this," he apologized.
"I'm not," Bobby smiled. "But I'll be happy if I don't see you two fools for the next month or so."
Dean and Sam laughed lightly.
"What about my dad? Do you think he'll ever accept us?" it pained Dean that he wouldn't.
Bobby took Dean's hand and then took Sam's hand. He put one on top of the other and smiled again. "You're brothers. You're married. You'll figure it out, don't worry."
The two Winchester boys hugged the priest tightly for a long moment.
When at last they left the church, Sam told Dean he needed to go the mansion to get some stuff for the police and straighten things out. Dean headed straight to the hospital to get an update on his father.
~ * ~
A couple of days later, Sam moved into the shack, and he went to the hospital with Dean to pick John up and drive him home. John Winchester had undergone some minor surgery in his leg and was going to be discharged today. Sam agreed to be there when Dean made sure John was all set at home.
"So there's plenty of food in the fridge, your meds are on the top shelf, and no drinking until you finish your antibiotics," Dean was saying.
"I know, I know." John was sitting on the sofa with his leg up on a little wood stool.
Sam was standing in the living room, watching the scene from a distance.
After looking around, afraid he was missing something, Dean was satisfied that his father would be alright.
"If you need anything…" he began.
"Yeah, I'll call. You can go…"
Sam was tense when he turned around to leave, but it helped a little when he felt Dean's hand on his shoulder.
"Boys?" John asked. His voice was low and deep.
The two young men turned around and looked at him.
"I…I'm gonna need some time to deal with this," he confessed. "But I just want you to be happy."
Sam took a deep breath and he felt as if the weight of the world had left his shoulders. He didn't know he needed to hear that so much until he actually heard it.
"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate that," Dean said.
"Thank you, John," Sam said. Not 'dad'. Not yet anyway. "I'm gonna need some time to deal with this, too," he smiled lightly and John nodded with understanding.
The two of them left and went back to the shack.
~ * ~
When they were finally together and finally alone, Dean watched Sam closely. There was something strange about the boy, and it wasn't just the fact that he had killed his father figure a couple of days before. Sam looked as if something bothered him. It was like the boy he had left behind had grown ten years since Dean was gone. His eyes were changed.
"Sit here," Dean patted the bed. "We need to talk."
Sam sighed. His heart felt tight in his chest and he complied.
"What's going on, eh?" Dean cupped Sam's cheek and then lifted his chin, and for the first time since he had come back he could see the real Sam behind those hazel eyes. "What did Azazel do to you while I was gone?"
Sam choked. He felt so sad. Where to begin?
"It's okay, love. You can tell me," Dean wiped the tears that rolled down Sam's cheeks.
"He made me marry Lucifer."
Dean took a deep breath. He wasn't quite prepared to hear that. It took him a moment or so to react.
"How did he do that? I mean, you and I, we're married already."
"Bobby fake married Lucifer and I. He kept threatening to have John killed if I didn't…"
"I know," Dean cut him off. "You don't need to explain anything. You had to do whatever he told you to. I suffered his black mail too, remember?"
Sam swallowed hard. There was a lump in his throat.
Dean felt fear and anger tangle and rise inside of him.
"Sam…did this Lucifer guy hurt you?" Dean's heart raced.
"No." Sam shook his head vehemently. "Azazel did. He…he started drinking again, and he got jealous and possessive. I…I didn't give in easily, so he broke my wrist one night, and shared me with a friend to intimidate me."
Dean breathed hard. He tried to calm down by reminding himself it was over now. Azazel was gone. It still hurt, though.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I had managed to take you with me." Of course Dean had known that Sam would be in trouble alone with Azazel, but actually hearing him confess how much Azazel had hurt him just broke Dean's heart. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you, I…" Dean felt tears clouding his eyes and Sam wiped them quickly.
"Shh," Sam silenced Dean before his guilt took over. They had each done what they were supposed to. "It's not your fault. If you had taken me with you, our father would be dead now. I didn't want to live with that, Dean."
"I'm sorry I didn't call." Dean kissed the palm of Sam's hand. "I thought that if I heard your voice I wouldn't be able to go on."
"I wish you'd called, but I know why you didn't. I might not have been able to hide what was going on, and it would have been the death of John."
"Do you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive." Sam smiled tenderly and squeezed Dean's hand. "Besides… Lucifer…he, he didn't hurt me. Azazel lied to him. He said I'd be reluctant because I'd been raped. So Lucifer was very kind and patient," Sam admitted. "But when I realized Azazel had lied to him, I ended up telling the truth about us. He got angry and…"
"Did he…did he try to force you?" Dean felt tension creep inside of him.
"At first yeah, but then he stopped. It was all very messy, and then suddenly I was choking him to death…"
Dean widened his eyes with surprise.
"We ended up having sex. He didn’t rape me. It wasn't sweet and loving. But it wasn't bad, Dean. I'm so sorry. I feel guilty now. Lucifer left then, and that's when I hid in the church."
Dean took a deep breath. His tension left him and he relaxed.
"Where is this Lucifer now? Will he be a problem?"
"No. Apparently he's been arrested. Azazel had some dirty things about his past. I don't know how much time he's facing."
"Good," Dean said. "Sammy, there's nothing to feel guilty about. Did you think I'd be mad because you had sex with someone else and enjoyed it?"
"Aren't you?" Sam's hazel eyes showed his insecurity.
"I've had sex with hundreds of women and men, Sam. Hundreds. I was your first. Do you think it's fair that I expect you to never have sex with anyone else while I've had my share of experiences? Sex is fun."
"But I love you, I don't love him."
Dean's smile widened. "And I love you, baby. And that's all that matters." Because Sam seemed confused, Dean went on. "Look, Azazel gave you no choice. You had to marry Lucifer, right?"
Sam nodded.
"Do you seriously think that I would prefer to hear that Lucifer forced you? That he hurt you? Of course I'm jealous, but Sammy, I'd much rather know that he gave you pleasure and that you felt good than that he hurt you, don't you understand it? Sex is not the same as love. I've been there and I can tell you that. Sex with love is amazing, there's no doubt about it. What I have with you I've never had before, and I want it for the rest of my life. That's why we need to be realistic here. You're sixteen years old. I'm not going to keep you from experiencing sex with other people if you feel like it."
"But I don't want to."
"Not now. I don't either. But I want to be with you until the day I die. And you're my brother! There's no way we're breaking up over something as natural as the desire to have sex with other people. Today we don't want anyone else, but maybe in two, three, maybe in fifteen years we will. All I'm saying is, our dad thinks this is going to end up badly, but it's up to us to make it work."
Sam felt relived. Dean was amazing.
"And you know why we're gonna make it work?"
Sam smiled widely.
"Why?"
"Because it depends on us, and no one else." Dean felt his chest throb with emotion.
Sam kissed Dean hard. They fell silent and let their lips and tongues do the talking. When Sam spoke, it was barely above a whisper that ghosted above Dean's lips. "I've missed you. Once again you were my knight in shining armor."
Dean smiled against Sam's mouth, but then Azazel's words crossed his thoughts and he frowned.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Do you think Azazel was speaking the truth?"
"About what?"
"The whole Arthur and Lancelot thing and our magical blood."
Sam shrugged. "I mean, I suppose he was old enough to have been there. Besides, he always acted like my blood was special, and so did other vampires…" Sam didn't want to remember that. "But I guess we'll never know."
"He also implied that you and I were meant to be. Like it's in our blood falling in love."
Sam smiled at that. "So we didn't have a choice then. We were drawn to each other the moment we met. Makes sense. In the end were just a couple of fortune's fools."
"What?" Dean frowned and Sam laughed.
"It means we were victims of fate," Sam said and then chuckled as Dean looked puzzled. "It's just something Shakespeare wrote in one of his famous love stories."
"And does this story have a happy ending?" Dean wanted to know.
"Not really. Even though they loved each other a lot, the end is really sad."
"Well, then I'm glad he's not writing this one."
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tbc... (Epilogue)