SN AU Fic: Moonlust (Mayaverse #11)
Title: Moonlust
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/OFCs; Sam/Jo; Dean/Maya
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Shades of Grey,” “ Love Bites,” “ Maelstrom,” “ Revelations;” early Season 3 casting spoilers
Word Count: 5,640
Notable Credits: thanks to aphrodite33 and bodgei for feeding the bunnies, and my awesome betas, aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, clarksmuse, moondropz and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted,” and Dean never had to make the deal he did in “All Hell Breaks Loose 2”
Summary: Vampires have stores of wealth and treasure, accumulated though the centuries. Someone is stealing these artifacts, and Dean and Sam need to find out who - and why. And Sam meets up with one of John’s old... friends?It’s the closing of the curtain
In the play that was my life
Countless chapters left unopened
Tragedies inside
I was fighting for a reason...
Seems I have committed treason
All I’ve sacrificed -
Led to nothing
Repeated in my mind
Led to nothing
If only I was born another time...
~ Disturbed ©2005
Please read Revelations first! thanks!
My first thought was rage. White-hot rage. He didn’t have to save me; I never told him to do that. I should have died that night. He shouldn’t have brought me back - but he did. That’s Dean for you.
And Maya. Apparently she was stronger than my crossbolt the first time we’d met her. I thought we’d eliminated her that first meeting, but it seemed that the lore was right - beheading was the only way to kill a vampire for good. I was seething in my hatred for her - I hated to see her with Dean, watching them together made my skin crawl.
It’s not every day you find out the nemesis you’d been after for all you life, the reason you didn’t have a mother like every other kid, was the result of your imagination. That burned worse than being outside at noon. And Dean? He seemed to forgive her almost right away. I think. He still never talks about it. Corporeal manifestation of my powers my ass, I thought. I apparently used these powers to create a golem, tulpa, whatever it was, which meant I spent my life chasing myself.
Oh the irony.
And I was angry at Dean. We were vampires, how did we continue doing what we did - saving people, hunting things? We were now one of the things we hunted! But Dean seemed to think it would work, and Maya just had to agree with him.
And many evenings later - I don’t know how long it really was - as the sun set and I awoke, I realized there was nothing I could do about it. I would live forever, until someone else like me came along to cut my head off and burned my body. And if I was careful like Dean, I’d never have to face that demise.
I let go of my anger. I had to, before it totally consumed me. I just dropped whatever burdens I’d been carrying right then and there, and suddenly realized why Dean was no longer angry with Maya, with the world, and why we could continue on.
We’d be around forever. In the grand scheme of the universe, one little Demon with beady yellow eyes was nothing. There were still hundreds of demons out there, and we had all the time in the world to hunt them.
And with that release, I realized I had a chance I never had with Dad - a clean break, a chance to start over, somewhere else, as my own person. I was free.
I spent that night, and the several following nights at the Necropolis, dancing, drinking, enjoying myself - things the old emo-Sam never would have done. This was the new Sam Winchester.
By the time we’d driven up to the old Roadhouse to tell Ellen about Dad and the Demon, the only resemblance to the old Sammy Winchester and the new one was the face I wore. And since the ladies liked the look, I wasn’t about to change that, either.
And then there was Jo. Sweet Jo. I heard her blood coursing through her veins and I wantedneeded simply had to have a taste. I couldn’t turn her, I realized, remembering the showdown - how long ago was that? - between Maya and Ellen. And I wasn’t ready to die - I had forever ahead of me.
So I drank from her, and she was as sweet as I imagined, and she was mine. She was mine to call on whenever I needed something - specifically during the daytime hours. I could call her an errand-runner, but she was much more than that.
My blood was addicting. She would drink my blood and demand more. And her kisses. And to feel her body pressed against mine, hungry for my kisses, my body and my blood. It was enough for me to get hard just thinking about her.
I summoned her again.
~*~
It was shortly before dawn when Dean returned to the motel room after a night that made him shake his head and wonder. Sam wasn’t back yet, and Dean had to admit he was curious about where his brother was.
Tapping into the motel’s wireless, he called up the search on the computer from earlier when he’d first woken that evening. According to the local news sites, someone was stealing artifacts from “night-time establishments” - which meant clubs and other places which catered to vampires.
Dean was pretty sure the local Necropolis was the next target, so he had asked Maya what sort of “artifacts” were taken from some of the other places.
“Anything that was considered a relic in the Middle Ages: goblets, lucky charms, ceremonial daggers and swords.”
“And someone’s stealing these?” he asked, just for confirmation. At her nod, he asked “Why?”
“That I don’t have an answer for. I’m pretty sure I’m next.” She leaned over the bar at the club, and dropped her voice so only Dean could hear. “I need you to keep an ancient goblet at your place - that’s why I had you stay somewhere else this time.”
“What kind of goblet?”
“Well - they say it came from Vlad the Impaler. I don’t know if it was his or not...” she looked around. “Come with me,” she beckoned, and Dean followed her behind the bar and down the stairs to the basement level and into the vault. He laughed at the cliché-ness of it all but stopped when she showed him the goblet. It was bronze, but fashioned from a human skull.
He almost dropped it, but Maya took it back at that moment and wrapped it in a piece of black suede cloth. She tucked it into a messenger bag and gave it to Dean.
“Oh that looks real inconspicuous,” Dean said sarcastically. “What if your cat-burglar is watching us right now?”
“We’ll give them a show,” she said, standing up on her toes to kiss him.
“I mean when I leave here. I’m sure this place is being scoped out.”
“You are right. I could - ” she started, thinking.
“Leave it for Jo,” Dean interjected. Dean knew that Sam had been thinking about Jo since the time they’d told Ellen and Bobby everything that had happened since John’s deal with the Demon that went horribly awry.
“Jo?” Maya asked. “One of yours?” she asked, flashing her fangs at Dean.
“No, not mine. Sammy did it. She’s a servant of some kind. Sam calls, and she comes.”
“Sammy’s a smart boy.”
“That he is,” Dean agreed.
Returning to the present, Dean wondered just how smart Sam really was when it was nearly dawn, and he wasn’t back yet.
~*~
I discovered something that night at the bar - I could drink and not get drunk. I kept ordering rounds of beers for everyone - Dean would kill me that I spent most of our money, but all the ladies would be drunk, and drape themselves over me, and smile with those innocent lips.
The kisses were lingering and left me wanting more. Or they were deep kisses, and she’d mold her body to mine, pressing herself against me. She’d moan into my mouth, and we’d go out to the alleyway, or the back room, or her car.
And the hunger. I needed to feed it before it drove me insane. And I was pretty sure Dean warned me about the blood-hunger, and that I’d have the sex drive to go with it. But sometimes, no matter how many times I tried to feed that hunger, it was sated for only a short time, and then I needed more. The need had a hold on me and wouldn’t let go.
One of the women kept watching me - I didn’t know if she worked there or was there with the crowd, but it was her odd eyes that kept drawing me to watch her - they were purple.
“Stay away from her,” the guy behind the counter warned me.
“I’m not looking for any trouble here,” I said back.
“That’s good then.” And just as he said it, she came over and sat next to me. When she spoke, I nearly fell off the stool I was sitting on.
“Sammy Winchester. Look at you, all grown up.”
“I don't know who you are, lady, but I was just warned to stay away from you, yeah?”
“I knew your father. I was sorry to hear he passed.” And she did seem truly sad, I could hear it in her voice.
I turned to face her, and looked into those strange eyes. I suspected they weren’t human, but had no proof of that. Her face was framed by light brown hair that fell to her waist.
“I seem to keep finding people who know Dad, but he never said anything about anyone as pretty as you,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Funny, I’d have expected your brother to be the one who would have said that,” she said, smiling right at me.
I saw the guy at the bar look over at me and raise his eyebrows in a way I took to mean he was warning me again. I looked back at the woman - she was watching the guy at the bar - and could have sworn I saw her eyes flash red.
She looked up at me again, and I realized she seemed to be too young to know Dad. Well, I amended my thoughts, maybe her father was a hunter and she knew Dad that way. But as I looked at her, and she met my gaze, I realized she was the one who knew Dad, and that she wasn’t human.
She leaned in close to me, and drew in a deep breath, as if breathing me in, which I thought was kind of strange. She sat up then, and reached up and caressed my cheek. Again, another action I thought was odd. Whatever. Her hand stayed there a moment, and then she held it out to me, which I took in both of my hands.
“I’m Elizabeth, and even though we all hated John, you are welcome here, as is Dean.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, and looked at my watch. It was quite early in the morning, but getting late for my tastes.
“You’re waiting for someone,” Elizabeth said, watching me look at the watch.
At my nod, she got up from the barstool and started to head back to the back room.
“You know where to find me, if you’re ever looking for someone else,” she said coyly, and disappeared through a beaded curtain.
I watched her go, watched the fine curve of her ass, her hair bounce as she walked. I knew she was a werewolf - I remembered Emma’s eyes at the end. But I don’t think Elizabeth knew I was a vampire. I was sure the conversation would have gone differently if she did know.
About an hour before dawn, Jo arrived. For a moment, I was angry; I thought I conveyed my urgency to her. Before we left, I scanned the bar for Elizabeth, but didn’t see her. I’d be back to The Lone Wolf before long to ask her what she meant about everyone hating Dad.
~*~
“Ewww, I am so not spending my day awake in a motel room with two vamps. Even if you are Dean and Sam,” Jo said.
“Not what we want you to do at all. At least, not a motel room with two vamps,” Sam explained.
“How about a club, with about, say, 40 vamps?” Dean smiled up at her from the computer where he was presently surfing the ’net.
“What? No way,” she said, holding up her hands and backing away from the table.
“The thing is, Jo,” Sam started, and she looked over to him, unconsciously licking her lips. Sam licked his and bit back a moan. “Thing is, some of the older vampires collect things - artifacts, relics - and they’re very valuable.”
Dean turned the laptop so Jo could see the web page displayed there - an article about a ceremonial dagger that had gone missing from a locked vault of a bank that she’d never heard of before.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” she asked.
“We need you to hang out in a place called The Necropolis. It looks like a warehouse,” Dean told her. “We’ve planted a copy of the relic in the safe under the bar, which is the where the robber consistently checks first. The original is in a more secure location. You just need to find out who the thief is and tell us.”
“Why can’t - ” Jo started to ask, and then realized the answer: the thief hit the places during the day. The import of what Sam had done all those months ago, and what Dean was asking her to do finally made sense to her. She smiled at them both.
“I’ll do it. Where’s this Necropolis?”
Dean called up the directions online, but just as he was about to lean in to read something on the screen, he had a second thought, and pulled back from the monitor. At that moment, a sunbeam from a crack in the shades touched the computer, right where Dean would have been leaning.
“How did you ... ” Jo stared to ask.
“Instinct,” Dean answered, cutting off her question, and getting up to close the shades. Jo went over to the computer and looked at the directions on the screen.
“That’s pretty close to here,” she said studying the map.
Once the shade was closed tight, Dean returned to the table.
“We don’t know what time the thief strikes, but if it gets to dusk and you’re still over there, call one of our cell phones and we’ll come on over.”
“What do I do over there? Count ceiling tiles?” Jo asked, a bit of petulance in her voice.
“Sit inconspicuously in the corner playing spy?” Dean countered.
“Have a nice long talk with Maya?” Sam suggested, and looked over at Dean when he said it. But they both realized something in that moment.
“No!” they said in unison.
“Never mind Maya,” Sam added quickly. Jo looked relieved, as she remembered the time she did meet Maya, and unconsciously rubbed the back of her head.
She looked up, and then at the brothers in turn.
“Wait a minute. This Necropolis is Maya’s bar, isn’t it?”
The brothers looked at each other, but it was Dean that replied.
“Yeah, it is.”
Jo looked down at the floor a moment, took a deep breath and looked back up. “I’ll do it only because you guys asked me to. I take it she’ll be sleeping?”
“Don’t really know,” Dean answered. “Sometimes she’s up. I mean, it’s light out and we’re still up,” he pointed out. “I’ll call her and tell her to stay away from you, if it’ll help?” he offered.
“Okay. Yeah,” she agreed. Dean spoke with Maya briefly. When he closed the phone, he looked at Jo. “She knows you’re coming, and has some of her own work to do this morning. You’ll be fine,” he told her.
“I need to get things, if I’m on a stake-out all day,” she said.
“That’s fine,” Sam said, and noticed Dean had closed the laptop. “You want the computer?”
“Uhm, sure,” she said, and Sam slid it into the book bag for her, and she started for the door.
“Hey Jo?” Dean called to her, and she turned around.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling slightly. He knew he saw her smile back, because after she closed the door, Sam glared at him.
~*~
Jo fidgeted. It took her some time to get used to being in the same place as so many vampires. And there were quite a few who where awake, which surprised her. She did see Maya, but only briefly when she got there. After looking suspicious in a corner booth for about 45 minutes, Jo finally took the laptop out of the backpack.
After a few hours, the vampires seemed to have settled themselves in for the day, and Jo didn’t see anyone after that. She logged off the computer in the early afternoon, closed the laptop, and put her head back against the seat. She never did understand how police and other investigators could so surveillance. She was very sleepy, and started to close her eyes.
A sudden noise brought her back to reality. However, as she looked around, she wasn’t sure if there really was a noise, but no, there was a faint scratching at the door - too quiet for human ears to hear. Her mouth formed an “O” as she realized that Sam did something more than just trade blood with her that time.
Sam... she thought, but pushed it quickly aside as the door slowly opened. A woman, maybe a few inches taller than her, cautiously entered. She was dressed in all black, so Jo couldn’t really make out any features, until the woman pulled off her wool hat to reveal longish light brown hair which stood out from the pale skin of her face.
What’s a pretty girl like her doing breaking in here? Jo thought, as she watched the woman to make certain she was headed for the safe under the bar. She wondered for a moment where the “safe location” was for this artifact, but it didn’t matter, because the woman was now coming out from behind the bar with a black bag that now appeared to have some weight to it.
Jo intercepted her as she was about to go back outside.
“Get away, vampyre,” the woman sneered. She had a very clipped voice, and Jo put her arm out to stop her. Her hand was in the sunlight, and the woman was very surprised at this.
“Not a vampire, lady,” Jo said, and made to grab the bag. The woman pulled it away, but Jo caught her other arm.
“You don’t want to mess with me, little girl,” the woman said again, but Jo held fast to the other woman’s arm. The woman pushed Jo back into the interior of the room, and Jo almost fell, but caught herself, and stood her ground. With her free hand, she grabbed the knife her father gave her, lashed out, and sliced the woman’s left arm though her light-weight sweat jacket. The woman in black dropped the bag and grabbed her upper arm.
“You bitch! You cut me!”
“I did,” Jo smiled, and dragged the woman back inside, where Maya was waiting.
Maya flashed her gold eyes at the woman, who gingerly sat at a table while holding the gash on her arm. Maya turned a chair around, and sat on it backwards, facing the intruder.
“Now,” said the vampire, “talk. Who sent you?”
She was silent, and instead looked at her hand, and lifted it slowly. It was covered with blood, but she expected that. She gingerly touched the wound - it was pretty deep even through her sweat jacket, and she’d probably need stitches.
“Who sent you?” The question drew the woman’s attention back to Maya, and found she had no choice but to answer the question.
“I don’t know his name.”
“Who is he?” Maya asked.
“Just some guy.”
“Who are you?”
“Bela.” Bela mentally kicked herself. Why was she answering this vampyre’s questions? She felt like couldn’t stop herself.
“Why did you come here?”
“For the goblet.”
Maya held her hand out to Jo, who gave her the black bag Bela had been holding. The vampire pulled out an ordinary brass drinking goblet.
“This one?”
“Yes - No,” Bela said.
“Which is it?” Maya asked, “yes or no?”
“No! It was supposed to look like a human skull!” Bela looked between Jo and Maya as she said that, and realized she probably shouldn’t have.
“And how do you know about all the things you’ve taken?”
“I research. And besides, you’re not using the Goblet.”
“Dear girl, do you even know what that goblet is for?” Maya asked sweetly, but both younger women detected a trace of something sinister in the vampire’s voice.
At Bela’s silence, Maya continued.
“Your arm. A human could drink the blood of a hunter and become knowledgeable in all the areas as the hunter.”
“I’m not a hunter,” Bela said, a bit too much protest in her voice.
“Oh, but you are,” Maya said. She studied Bela for a moment before speaking again. “You’re in it for the money, I can see that much.” Bela was taken aback at this discovery - how could the vampyre have learned that?
“But you are a hunter. You track the artifacts and relics to their current locations, and steal them when you know us vamps are sleeping. But the flaw in your plan here is that it’s three in the afternoon, and I’m awake to have this conversation with you.”
After a moment, Maya turned to Jo.
“They’re awake, and I'm sure they’d be very interested to hear this whole story.”
Jo got up from her seat, wondering how Maya knew all that, but decided against thinking about it too hard, and went to get Dean and Sam.
~*~
“Dean Winchester!” Bela said, when he entered the Necropolis.
“Do I know you?” he asked, taking the messenger bag off his shoulder and handing it to Maya. He took off his plaid overshirt and sat the table next at Maya's right.
“Probably not. But your name travels in all the hunters’ circles. And they say you killed that yellow-eyed bastard too.”
Dean smirked. “Is that what they’re saying? Well, they got it wrong, ‘cause it was Sammy who took care of the yellow-eyed one.” Dean indicated his brother with a nod.
Sam just smiled, and sat next to Jo at an adjoining table. He had his mind on that woman from the previous night - Elizabeth. Jo was right there, next to him, ready to be kissed, and instead he had a werewolf on his mind.
He blinked to clear his thoughts, and saw Jo watching him with those odd gold-flecked green eyes.
“Sam,” she said softly, and reached out and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. The touch stirred many thoughts in Sam, and he reached up to hold her arm, and kiss those same fingertips just as tenderly as they caressed him. He whispered her name, then stood, bringing her with him. He turned to those at the other table.
“We’ll be back,” he said, his voice low and rough. As he led Jo down to his room there, he heard Dean say “That’s my boy!”
They were barely inside the room when they hungrily kissed each other.
Dean heard the door close and lock click in place, and he smiled. But then he turned his attention to the woman who was still holding her shoulder and trying not to let the pain show on her finely-sculpted features.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked.
“Already told the vampyre,” she snapped.
Dean was silent a moment before speaking again.
“Okay then, Bela, who hired you?” If he’d shocked her, she didn’t show it.
“Your Jedi mind-tricks aren’t going to work on me, Winchester.”
His eyes flashed gold, and she nearly fell backwards from the chair. She grabbed the chair with both hands, revealing her gash to Dean. He saw he the cut sweat jacket and her arm.
“Take off your jacket,” he told her. Watching him cautiously, she unzipped the jacket and took her right arm out, and then carefully slid the sleeve over the cut and off her left arm, to reveal a black tank top.
Dean reached out and took her arm and held it tight. She winced, but showed no other expression. He gently kissed the cut, then slowly licked the blood from around it. He put his mouth on the wound, and began to drink. And drink. Her eyes closed and her head slumped, but she remained sitting.
“Dean!” Maya’s voice brought him back. He looked up at her.
“If you stop now, she’ll be all right. But if you continue...” Maya trailed off.
“She dies,” Dean finished.
“Or you could turn her.”
Dean stopped drinking, but the wound was mostly healed from his ministrations. Bela started to slump forward, but Dean caught her and helped her sit up again. She came around as if waking from anesthesia, and looked at her arm.
“What - what did you do?” she hissed at him.
He fixed her with a gold stare.
“Does it really matter?” he asked around his fangs.
“Don’t tell me I’m bound to you now, or some such nonsense,” she spat at him.
“Oh, don’t insult me like that,” Dean retorted.
She gingerly touched her almost-healed arm, and was surprised it no longer hurt. She got up from the table and retrieved her sweat jacket.
“This isn’t over yet, Winchester.”
“Oh, of course not,” he said. She stood there, not sure what to do, how to react to this cocky, self-assured.... bastard? She wasn’t sure what to make of Dean Winchester anymore. She turned on her heel and left.
“And don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!” Dean called after her, knowing that she couldn’t hear him anyway.
He turned to Maya. “Well that was fun.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, clearly not amused.
He got up from the table and went over behind her chair. He pressed himself against her body, feeling her curves against his, and dipped his head to kiss her neck.
“I heard some news; I'm not sure what to make of it,” Maya said, leaning back into Dean as he nibbled on her ear. He stilled at her comment.
“What news?”
“You know that Colt your father had?” She felt Dean nod and so continued.
“They’re saying it was some kind of key that opened the Gates of Hell - and they’re blaming you and Sam.”
He was quiet a moment, thinking.
“When was all this supposed to have happened?”
“In the last couple of weeks or so.”
“Couldn’t have been us - we’ve been at Bobby’s until you called us.”
“Bobby?” She put her head back to look at him. “Bobby Singer is okay with having a pair of vamps under his roof?”
“You know Bobby?” he asked, surprised, although he knew he shouldn’t be.
“I know everyone, Dean. You should know that by now.” she grinned up at him, and he leaned down and finally kissed her. She turned in her seat to face him and stood up, deepening the kiss. She broke away for a moment.
“You might want to just stay here the rest of the day,” she offered. In response, Dean picked her up, kissed her lips, nibbled on her ears, grazed his fangs on her neck, and took her down to their apartment until the sun set.
~*~
“Your father was a man we... respected,” Elizabeth told me that night. I wanted to stay with Jo, wrap my body around hers and hold her until she woke for the day. But I had things on my mind, so I reluctantly left. And here I was at the Lone Wolf, talking to a werewolf who knew Dad.
“Respected, but hated?” I asked, looking for clarification.
“I don’t know if he knew we weren’t human, or if he even knew what we were.”
“I’m not my father,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.
“Oh, I know that, Sam. I know,” she said, smiling at me. Again, she leaned in, breathing me, taking in my scent. She pulled back sharply.
“Who is she?” Elizabeth demanded.
“A, uhm...” How did I explain Jo? “If I need her, she comes.” It sounded pretty lame, even to my ears. She fixed me with a hard stare.
“Why are you even here, Sam? You have her.”
I thought for a moment. Did I truly have Jo? Or was it just the blood connection that kept her tied to me?
“I - ” I started to reply, but she cut me off with a tilt of her head and a look of confusion.
“You’re not John’s son,” she accused. I was about to protest, when I realized when I met her the other night, I hadn’t fed yet, and the blood scent wasn’t prominent. But before I left the Necropolis I had fed. And I had been curled around Jo before that. So Elizabeth sensed Jo as well as the blood, and I didn’t know how to respond. But she saved that for me.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” She tried to keep the hatred out of her voice, but I heard it there. She nearly hissed the next word. “Vampyre.”
Just like Emma. What had happened between the vampires and the werewolves that both Emma and Elizabeth had this reaction to us?
My only response to Elizabeth was something I’d learned from Dean. I flashed my fangs and gold eyes at her. It had the usual effect, and even though she now knew what I was, she almost jumped out of her chair.
“Sorry, learned that from Dean,” I apologized, with every intent on making it lame and insincere.
“Wait. Hold up. You’re both vampires?” she asked, unable to believe what I’d implied.
I nodded, and I watched her try to form her thoughts into a coherent question.
“Why - what - how did that happen?”
“Probably better you don’t know,” I answered.
She was still then, thinking, mulling it all over. But in the next moment, she did something so completely contradictory, it was my turn to respond the way she had moments ago. She moved her chair next to mine, and kissed me on the lips. And not a sisterly kiss either.
My body reacted immediately, and I kissed her back.
“If you don’t have to meet her,” which I figured she meant Jo, “we can continue this in privacy,” she said, her fingertips playing on my lips as she spoke softly against my cheek.
I glanced over to the bar, where the big guy was the other night. “Your bodyguard is okay with me?” I asked.
“My bodyguard?” she asked, confused. Then after a moment, she realized who I meant. “Oh, Blake. He just looks out for me. He’s harmless, really.”
“Is he - like you?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“You mean a were? Nah, he’s totally human. He’s kinda got this protective big-brother thing going, know what I mean?”
I certainly did, and told her as much. “Dean does that too,” I said, totally sympathizing with her. She smiled, and kissed me again. I growled and kissed her back. We stood, and playfully picked her up and spun her around. Laughing, she led me to an apartment above the club, and much to our surprise, spent most of the night there.
~*~
Again, Sam arrived at the Necropolis shortly before dawn. The main bar and dance area were deserted, and Sam silently made his way down to his room. Jo was just beginning to stir, and sleepily picked her head up. She smiled when she saw Sam.
“Mmmm, glad you’re back,” she said, and patted the bed beside her. “Come back to bed and join me.” Sam gave a low growl and did just that.
That evening, Dean and Sam met up at the bar. Jo sat next to Sam, having spent the day next to Sam while he slept. Maya sat on the other side, next to Dean, drinking one of her house specials - probably blood mixed with a little red wine.
“Now where will you go?” Jo asked.
“Maya told me some disturbing news yesterday when Bela was here.” At Sam’s raised eyebrows, Dean continued. “They’re saying Dad’s Colt is a key, and it opens the Gates of Hell.”
“Then we need to get that Colt back,” Sam insisted.
“Kinda late for that. The Gates were opened, and Maya’s heard that the other hunters are blaming us for opening them.”
“How many demons escaped?” Sam asked, and Dean could hear the pain in his voice.
“A few hundred,” Maya said, speaking for the first time. She finished her drink, and moved her stool so that she was now touching Dean.
Sam turned to Jo, raised her wrist to her lips, and met her gaze. She smiled, and pushed her wrist towards him. He bit it, and drank deeply. Jo rolled her head back at the touch of Sam’s lips on her skin. When he was done and withdrew his fangs, she reached out and touched his cheek.
“Go - there’s demons out there,” she said softly.
Sam turned back to Dean, who was deeply involved in kissing Maya. When they pulled apart, Dean slid off the barstool, and held onto Maya’s hand as they reluctantly parted. She smiled at him, and mouthed the word “Go” to him as well.
The brothers headed off to the car and got in. After a moment, Dean turned to Sam and sniffed.
“Do you smell something? Smells like...” he thought for a moment and sniffed again, “wet dog,” he said. He turned to Sam, looked him over while starting the car.
“You sly devil, there’s another woman isn’t there?”
Sam didn’t meet Dean’s eyes. “Just go,” he said. “We have work to do.”
Dean snickered, and put the car in drive. “What’s her name?” Dean asked. Sam was silent.
“Well, all right then,” Dean said, and reached for the tape deck.
“Elizabeth,” Sam said, and Dean pulled back his hand.
“She’s got a dog?” Dean asked.
“She’s a werewolf.”
“Huh,” Dean said, and this time hit the stereo. Some heavy metal blared from the speakers as they pulled out of the parking lot. Sam sighed. It was going to be a long road ahead of them.
Like the moon attracts the wolf
We seek another light
It can always pull us through
Help us reach an endless night
...
In the darkness reaches of the heart
You find a crossroads there
Without a sign, without a mark
Where only others dare
We can touch the night
It’s only hard to understand
We can touch the night
what happens when Dean gets a little " Restless"....
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Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis, the skull goblet, Elizabeth, the Lone Wolf, Emma Richelieu, and Blake are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Bodgei, ChevyGirl, ClarksMuse, MoonDropz, and Valeria. Vlad the Impaler belongs to history; tulpas belong to Tibetan mythology, and golems belong to Hebrew mythology. Dean, Sam and John Winchester, Jo and Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, and Bela were created by Eric Kripke, Ben Edlund, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Jedi mind tricks were created by George Lucas. “Overburdened” from “Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed, ©2005. “Touch the Night” sung by Lori Yates, produced by Meissner Music Production and Fred Mollin , ©1996.
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Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: R
Pairing: Sam/OFCs; Sam/Jo; Dean/Maya
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Shades of Grey,” “ Love Bites,” “ Maelstrom,” “ Revelations;” early Season 3 casting spoilers
Word Count: 5,640
Notable Credits: thanks to aphrodite33 and bodgei for feeding the bunnies, and my awesome betas, aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, clarksmuse, moondropz and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted,” and Dean never had to make the deal he did in “All Hell Breaks Loose 2”
Summary: Vampires have stores of wealth and treasure, accumulated though the centuries. Someone is stealing these artifacts, and Dean and Sam need to find out who - and why. And Sam meets up with one of John’s old... friends?It’s the closing of the curtain
In the play that was my life
Countless chapters left unopened
Tragedies inside
I was fighting for a reason...
Seems I have committed treason
All I’ve sacrificed -
Led to nothing
Repeated in my mind
Led to nothing
If only I was born another time...
~ Disturbed ©2005
Please read Revelations first! thanks!
My first thought was rage. White-hot rage. He didn’t have to save me; I never told him to do that. I should have died that night. He shouldn’t have brought me back - but he did. That’s Dean for you.
And Maya. Apparently she was stronger than my crossbolt the first time we’d met her. I thought we’d eliminated her that first meeting, but it seemed that the lore was right - beheading was the only way to kill a vampire for good. I was seething in my hatred for her - I hated to see her with Dean, watching them together made my skin crawl.
It’s not every day you find out the nemesis you’d been after for all you life, the reason you didn’t have a mother like every other kid, was the result of your imagination. That burned worse than being outside at noon. And Dean? He seemed to forgive her almost right away. I think. He still never talks about it. Corporeal manifestation of my powers my ass, I thought. I apparently used these powers to create a golem, tulpa, whatever it was, which meant I spent my life chasing myself.
Oh the irony.
And I was angry at Dean. We were vampires, how did we continue doing what we did - saving people, hunting things? We were now one of the things we hunted! But Dean seemed to think it would work, and Maya just had to agree with him.
And many evenings later - I don’t know how long it really was - as the sun set and I awoke, I realized there was nothing I could do about it. I would live forever, until someone else like me came along to cut my head off and burned my body. And if I was careful like Dean, I’d never have to face that demise.
I let go of my anger. I had to, before it totally consumed me. I just dropped whatever burdens I’d been carrying right then and there, and suddenly realized why Dean was no longer angry with Maya, with the world, and why we could continue on.
We’d be around forever. In the grand scheme of the universe, one little Demon with beady yellow eyes was nothing. There were still hundreds of demons out there, and we had all the time in the world to hunt them.
And with that release, I realized I had a chance I never had with Dad - a clean break, a chance to start over, somewhere else, as my own person. I was free.
I spent that night, and the several following nights at the Necropolis, dancing, drinking, enjoying myself - things the old emo-Sam never would have done. This was the new Sam Winchester.
By the time we’d driven up to the old Roadhouse to tell Ellen about Dad and the Demon, the only resemblance to the old Sammy Winchester and the new one was the face I wore. And since the ladies liked the look, I wasn’t about to change that, either.
And then there was Jo. Sweet Jo. I heard her blood coursing through her veins and I wantedneeded simply had to have a taste. I couldn’t turn her, I realized, remembering the showdown - how long ago was that? - between Maya and Ellen. And I wasn’t ready to die - I had forever ahead of me.
So I drank from her, and she was as sweet as I imagined, and she was mine. She was mine to call on whenever I needed something - specifically during the daytime hours. I could call her an errand-runner, but she was much more than that.
My blood was addicting. She would drink my blood and demand more. And her kisses. And to feel her body pressed against mine, hungry for my kisses, my body and my blood. It was enough for me to get hard just thinking about her.
I summoned her again.
~*~
It was shortly before dawn when Dean returned to the motel room after a night that made him shake his head and wonder. Sam wasn’t back yet, and Dean had to admit he was curious about where his brother was.
Tapping into the motel’s wireless, he called up the search on the computer from earlier when he’d first woken that evening. According to the local news sites, someone was stealing artifacts from “night-time establishments” - which meant clubs and other places which catered to vampires.
Dean was pretty sure the local Necropolis was the next target, so he had asked Maya what sort of “artifacts” were taken from some of the other places.
“Anything that was considered a relic in the Middle Ages: goblets, lucky charms, ceremonial daggers and swords.”
“And someone’s stealing these?” he asked, just for confirmation. At her nod, he asked “Why?”
“That I don’t have an answer for. I’m pretty sure I’m next.” She leaned over the bar at the club, and dropped her voice so only Dean could hear. “I need you to keep an ancient goblet at your place - that’s why I had you stay somewhere else this time.”
“What kind of goblet?”
“Well - they say it came from Vlad the Impaler. I don’t know if it was his or not...” she looked around. “Come with me,” she beckoned, and Dean followed her behind the bar and down the stairs to the basement level and into the vault. He laughed at the cliché-ness of it all but stopped when she showed him the goblet. It was bronze, but fashioned from a human skull.
He almost dropped it, but Maya took it back at that moment and wrapped it in a piece of black suede cloth. She tucked it into a messenger bag and gave it to Dean.
“Oh that looks real inconspicuous,” Dean said sarcastically. “What if your cat-burglar is watching us right now?”
“We’ll give them a show,” she said, standing up on her toes to kiss him.
“I mean when I leave here. I’m sure this place is being scoped out.”
“You are right. I could - ” she started, thinking.
“Leave it for Jo,” Dean interjected. Dean knew that Sam had been thinking about Jo since the time they’d told Ellen and Bobby everything that had happened since John’s deal with the Demon that went horribly awry.
“Jo?” Maya asked. “One of yours?” she asked, flashing her fangs at Dean.
“No, not mine. Sammy did it. She’s a servant of some kind. Sam calls, and she comes.”
“Sammy’s a smart boy.”
“That he is,” Dean agreed.
Returning to the present, Dean wondered just how smart Sam really was when it was nearly dawn, and he wasn’t back yet.
~*~
I discovered something that night at the bar - I could drink and not get drunk. I kept ordering rounds of beers for everyone - Dean would kill me that I spent most of our money, but all the ladies would be drunk, and drape themselves over me, and smile with those innocent lips.
The kisses were lingering and left me wanting more. Or they were deep kisses, and she’d mold her body to mine, pressing herself against me. She’d moan into my mouth, and we’d go out to the alleyway, or the back room, or her car.
And the hunger. I needed to feed it before it drove me insane. And I was pretty sure Dean warned me about the blood-hunger, and that I’d have the sex drive to go with it. But sometimes, no matter how many times I tried to feed that hunger, it was sated for only a short time, and then I needed more. The need had a hold on me and wouldn’t let go.
One of the women kept watching me - I didn’t know if she worked there or was there with the crowd, but it was her odd eyes that kept drawing me to watch her - they were purple.
“Stay away from her,” the guy behind the counter warned me.
“I’m not looking for any trouble here,” I said back.
“That’s good then.” And just as he said it, she came over and sat next to me. When she spoke, I nearly fell off the stool I was sitting on.
“Sammy Winchester. Look at you, all grown up.”
“I don't know who you are, lady, but I was just warned to stay away from you, yeah?”
“I knew your father. I was sorry to hear he passed.” And she did seem truly sad, I could hear it in her voice.
I turned to face her, and looked into those strange eyes. I suspected they weren’t human, but had no proof of that. Her face was framed by light brown hair that fell to her waist.
“I seem to keep finding people who know Dad, but he never said anything about anyone as pretty as you,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Funny, I’d have expected your brother to be the one who would have said that,” she said, smiling right at me.
I saw the guy at the bar look over at me and raise his eyebrows in a way I took to mean he was warning me again. I looked back at the woman - she was watching the guy at the bar - and could have sworn I saw her eyes flash red.
She looked up at me again, and I realized she seemed to be too young to know Dad. Well, I amended my thoughts, maybe her father was a hunter and she knew Dad that way. But as I looked at her, and she met my gaze, I realized she was the one who knew Dad, and that she wasn’t human.
She leaned in close to me, and drew in a deep breath, as if breathing me in, which I thought was kind of strange. She sat up then, and reached up and caressed my cheek. Again, another action I thought was odd. Whatever. Her hand stayed there a moment, and then she held it out to me, which I took in both of my hands.
“I’m Elizabeth, and even though we all hated John, you are welcome here, as is Dean.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, and looked at my watch. It was quite early in the morning, but getting late for my tastes.
“You’re waiting for someone,” Elizabeth said, watching me look at the watch.
At my nod, she got up from the barstool and started to head back to the back room.
“You know where to find me, if you’re ever looking for someone else,” she said coyly, and disappeared through a beaded curtain.
I watched her go, watched the fine curve of her ass, her hair bounce as she walked. I knew she was a werewolf - I remembered Emma’s eyes at the end. But I don’t think Elizabeth knew I was a vampire. I was sure the conversation would have gone differently if she did know.
About an hour before dawn, Jo arrived. For a moment, I was angry; I thought I conveyed my urgency to her. Before we left, I scanned the bar for Elizabeth, but didn’t see her. I’d be back to The Lone Wolf before long to ask her what she meant about everyone hating Dad.
~*~
“Ewww, I am so not spending my day awake in a motel room with two vamps. Even if you are Dean and Sam,” Jo said.
“Not what we want you to do at all. At least, not a motel room with two vamps,” Sam explained.
“How about a club, with about, say, 40 vamps?” Dean smiled up at her from the computer where he was presently surfing the ’net.
“What? No way,” she said, holding up her hands and backing away from the table.
“The thing is, Jo,” Sam started, and she looked over to him, unconsciously licking her lips. Sam licked his and bit back a moan. “Thing is, some of the older vampires collect things - artifacts, relics - and they’re very valuable.”
Dean turned the laptop so Jo could see the web page displayed there - an article about a ceremonial dagger that had gone missing from a locked vault of a bank that she’d never heard of before.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” she asked.
“We need you to hang out in a place called The Necropolis. It looks like a warehouse,” Dean told her. “We’ve planted a copy of the relic in the safe under the bar, which is the where the robber consistently checks first. The original is in a more secure location. You just need to find out who the thief is and tell us.”
“Why can’t - ” Jo started to ask, and then realized the answer: the thief hit the places during the day. The import of what Sam had done all those months ago, and what Dean was asking her to do finally made sense to her. She smiled at them both.
“I’ll do it. Where’s this Necropolis?”
Dean called up the directions online, but just as he was about to lean in to read something on the screen, he had a second thought, and pulled back from the monitor. At that moment, a sunbeam from a crack in the shades touched the computer, right where Dean would have been leaning.
“How did you ... ” Jo stared to ask.
“Instinct,” Dean answered, cutting off her question, and getting up to close the shades. Jo went over to the computer and looked at the directions on the screen.
“That’s pretty close to here,” she said studying the map.
Once the shade was closed tight, Dean returned to the table.
“We don’t know what time the thief strikes, but if it gets to dusk and you’re still over there, call one of our cell phones and we’ll come on over.”
“What do I do over there? Count ceiling tiles?” Jo asked, a bit of petulance in her voice.
“Sit inconspicuously in the corner playing spy?” Dean countered.
“Have a nice long talk with Maya?” Sam suggested, and looked over at Dean when he said it. But they both realized something in that moment.
“No!” they said in unison.
“Never mind Maya,” Sam added quickly. Jo looked relieved, as she remembered the time she did meet Maya, and unconsciously rubbed the back of her head.
She looked up, and then at the brothers in turn.
“Wait a minute. This Necropolis is Maya’s bar, isn’t it?”
The brothers looked at each other, but it was Dean that replied.
“Yeah, it is.”
Jo looked down at the floor a moment, took a deep breath and looked back up. “I’ll do it only because you guys asked me to. I take it she’ll be sleeping?”
“Don’t really know,” Dean answered. “Sometimes she’s up. I mean, it’s light out and we’re still up,” he pointed out. “I’ll call her and tell her to stay away from you, if it’ll help?” he offered.
“Okay. Yeah,” she agreed. Dean spoke with Maya briefly. When he closed the phone, he looked at Jo. “She knows you’re coming, and has some of her own work to do this morning. You’ll be fine,” he told her.
“I need to get things, if I’m on a stake-out all day,” she said.
“That’s fine,” Sam said, and noticed Dean had closed the laptop. “You want the computer?”
“Uhm, sure,” she said, and Sam slid it into the book bag for her, and she started for the door.
“Hey Jo?” Dean called to her, and she turned around.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling slightly. He knew he saw her smile back, because after she closed the door, Sam glared at him.
~*~
Jo fidgeted. It took her some time to get used to being in the same place as so many vampires. And there were quite a few who where awake, which surprised her. She did see Maya, but only briefly when she got there. After looking suspicious in a corner booth for about 45 minutes, Jo finally took the laptop out of the backpack.
After a few hours, the vampires seemed to have settled themselves in for the day, and Jo didn’t see anyone after that. She logged off the computer in the early afternoon, closed the laptop, and put her head back against the seat. She never did understand how police and other investigators could so surveillance. She was very sleepy, and started to close her eyes.
A sudden noise brought her back to reality. However, as she looked around, she wasn’t sure if there really was a noise, but no, there was a faint scratching at the door - too quiet for human ears to hear. Her mouth formed an “O” as she realized that Sam did something more than just trade blood with her that time.
Sam... she thought, but pushed it quickly aside as the door slowly opened. A woman, maybe a few inches taller than her, cautiously entered. She was dressed in all black, so Jo couldn’t really make out any features, until the woman pulled off her wool hat to reveal longish light brown hair which stood out from the pale skin of her face.
What’s a pretty girl like her doing breaking in here? Jo thought, as she watched the woman to make certain she was headed for the safe under the bar. She wondered for a moment where the “safe location” was for this artifact, but it didn’t matter, because the woman was now coming out from behind the bar with a black bag that now appeared to have some weight to it.
Jo intercepted her as she was about to go back outside.
“Get away, vampyre,” the woman sneered. She had a very clipped voice, and Jo put her arm out to stop her. Her hand was in the sunlight, and the woman was very surprised at this.
“Not a vampire, lady,” Jo said, and made to grab the bag. The woman pulled it away, but Jo caught her other arm.
“You don’t want to mess with me, little girl,” the woman said again, but Jo held fast to the other woman’s arm. The woman pushed Jo back into the interior of the room, and Jo almost fell, but caught herself, and stood her ground. With her free hand, she grabbed the knife her father gave her, lashed out, and sliced the woman’s left arm though her light-weight sweat jacket. The woman in black dropped the bag and grabbed her upper arm.
“You bitch! You cut me!”
“I did,” Jo smiled, and dragged the woman back inside, where Maya was waiting.
Maya flashed her gold eyes at the woman, who gingerly sat at a table while holding the gash on her arm. Maya turned a chair around, and sat on it backwards, facing the intruder.
“Now,” said the vampire, “talk. Who sent you?”
She was silent, and instead looked at her hand, and lifted it slowly. It was covered with blood, but she expected that. She gingerly touched the wound - it was pretty deep even through her sweat jacket, and she’d probably need stitches.
“Who sent you?” The question drew the woman’s attention back to Maya, and found she had no choice but to answer the question.
“I don’t know his name.”
“Who is he?” Maya asked.
“Just some guy.”
“Who are you?”
“Bela.” Bela mentally kicked herself. Why was she answering this vampyre’s questions? She felt like couldn’t stop herself.
“Why did you come here?”
“For the goblet.”
Maya held her hand out to Jo, who gave her the black bag Bela had been holding. The vampire pulled out an ordinary brass drinking goblet.
“This one?”
“Yes - No,” Bela said.
“Which is it?” Maya asked, “yes or no?”
“No! It was supposed to look like a human skull!” Bela looked between Jo and Maya as she said that, and realized she probably shouldn’t have.
“And how do you know about all the things you’ve taken?”
“I research. And besides, you’re not using the Goblet.”
“Dear girl, do you even know what that goblet is for?” Maya asked sweetly, but both younger women detected a trace of something sinister in the vampire’s voice.
At Bela’s silence, Maya continued.
“Your arm. A human could drink the blood of a hunter and become knowledgeable in all the areas as the hunter.”
“I’m not a hunter,” Bela said, a bit too much protest in her voice.
“Oh, but you are,” Maya said. She studied Bela for a moment before speaking again. “You’re in it for the money, I can see that much.” Bela was taken aback at this discovery - how could the vampyre have learned that?
“But you are a hunter. You track the artifacts and relics to their current locations, and steal them when you know us vamps are sleeping. But the flaw in your plan here is that it’s three in the afternoon, and I’m awake to have this conversation with you.”
After a moment, Maya turned to Jo.
“They’re awake, and I'm sure they’d be very interested to hear this whole story.”
Jo got up from her seat, wondering how Maya knew all that, but decided against thinking about it too hard, and went to get Dean and Sam.
~*~
“Dean Winchester!” Bela said, when he entered the Necropolis.
“Do I know you?” he asked, taking the messenger bag off his shoulder and handing it to Maya. He took off his plaid overshirt and sat the table next at Maya's right.
“Probably not. But your name travels in all the hunters’ circles. And they say you killed that yellow-eyed bastard too.”
Dean smirked. “Is that what they’re saying? Well, they got it wrong, ‘cause it was Sammy who took care of the yellow-eyed one.” Dean indicated his brother with a nod.
Sam just smiled, and sat next to Jo at an adjoining table. He had his mind on that woman from the previous night - Elizabeth. Jo was right there, next to him, ready to be kissed, and instead he had a werewolf on his mind.
He blinked to clear his thoughts, and saw Jo watching him with those odd gold-flecked green eyes.
“Sam,” she said softly, and reached out and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. The touch stirred many thoughts in Sam, and he reached up to hold her arm, and kiss those same fingertips just as tenderly as they caressed him. He whispered her name, then stood, bringing her with him. He turned to those at the other table.
“We’ll be back,” he said, his voice low and rough. As he led Jo down to his room there, he heard Dean say “That’s my boy!”
They were barely inside the room when they hungrily kissed each other.
Dean heard the door close and lock click in place, and he smiled. But then he turned his attention to the woman who was still holding her shoulder and trying not to let the pain show on her finely-sculpted features.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked.
“Already told the vampyre,” she snapped.
Dean was silent a moment before speaking again.
“Okay then, Bela, who hired you?” If he’d shocked her, she didn’t show it.
“Your Jedi mind-tricks aren’t going to work on me, Winchester.”
His eyes flashed gold, and she nearly fell backwards from the chair. She grabbed the chair with both hands, revealing her gash to Dean. He saw he the cut sweat jacket and her arm.
“Take off your jacket,” he told her. Watching him cautiously, she unzipped the jacket and took her right arm out, and then carefully slid the sleeve over the cut and off her left arm, to reveal a black tank top.
Dean reached out and took her arm and held it tight. She winced, but showed no other expression. He gently kissed the cut, then slowly licked the blood from around it. He put his mouth on the wound, and began to drink. And drink. Her eyes closed and her head slumped, but she remained sitting.
“Dean!” Maya’s voice brought him back. He looked up at her.
“If you stop now, she’ll be all right. But if you continue...” Maya trailed off.
“She dies,” Dean finished.
“Or you could turn her.”
Dean stopped drinking, but the wound was mostly healed from his ministrations. Bela started to slump forward, but Dean caught her and helped her sit up again. She came around as if waking from anesthesia, and looked at her arm.
“What - what did you do?” she hissed at him.
He fixed her with a gold stare.
“Does it really matter?” he asked around his fangs.
“Don’t tell me I’m bound to you now, or some such nonsense,” she spat at him.
“Oh, don’t insult me like that,” Dean retorted.
She gingerly touched her almost-healed arm, and was surprised it no longer hurt. She got up from the table and retrieved her sweat jacket.
“This isn’t over yet, Winchester.”
“Oh, of course not,” he said. She stood there, not sure what to do, how to react to this cocky, self-assured.... bastard? She wasn’t sure what to make of Dean Winchester anymore. She turned on her heel and left.
“And don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!” Dean called after her, knowing that she couldn’t hear him anyway.
He turned to Maya. “Well that was fun.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she replied, clearly not amused.
He got up from the table and went over behind her chair. He pressed himself against her body, feeling her curves against his, and dipped his head to kiss her neck.
“I heard some news; I'm not sure what to make of it,” Maya said, leaning back into Dean as he nibbled on her ear. He stilled at her comment.
“What news?”
“You know that Colt your father had?” She felt Dean nod and so continued.
“They’re saying it was some kind of key that opened the Gates of Hell - and they’re blaming you and Sam.”
He was quiet a moment, thinking.
“When was all this supposed to have happened?”
“In the last couple of weeks or so.”
“Couldn’t have been us - we’ve been at Bobby’s until you called us.”
“Bobby?” She put her head back to look at him. “Bobby Singer is okay with having a pair of vamps under his roof?”
“You know Bobby?” he asked, surprised, although he knew he shouldn’t be.
“I know everyone, Dean. You should know that by now.” she grinned up at him, and he leaned down and finally kissed her. She turned in her seat to face him and stood up, deepening the kiss. She broke away for a moment.
“You might want to just stay here the rest of the day,” she offered. In response, Dean picked her up, kissed her lips, nibbled on her ears, grazed his fangs on her neck, and took her down to their apartment until the sun set.
~*~
“Your father was a man we... respected,” Elizabeth told me that night. I wanted to stay with Jo, wrap my body around hers and hold her until she woke for the day. But I had things on my mind, so I reluctantly left. And here I was at the Lone Wolf, talking to a werewolf who knew Dad.
“Respected, but hated?” I asked, looking for clarification.
“I don’t know if he knew we weren’t human, or if he even knew what we were.”
“I’m not my father,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.
“Oh, I know that, Sam. I know,” she said, smiling at me. Again, she leaned in, breathing me, taking in my scent. She pulled back sharply.
“Who is she?” Elizabeth demanded.
“A, uhm...” How did I explain Jo? “If I need her, she comes.” It sounded pretty lame, even to my ears. She fixed me with a hard stare.
“Why are you even here, Sam? You have her.”
I thought for a moment. Did I truly have Jo? Or was it just the blood connection that kept her tied to me?
“I - ” I started to reply, but she cut me off with a tilt of her head and a look of confusion.
“You’re not John’s son,” she accused. I was about to protest, when I realized when I met her the other night, I hadn’t fed yet, and the blood scent wasn’t prominent. But before I left the Necropolis I had fed. And I had been curled around Jo before that. So Elizabeth sensed Jo as well as the blood, and I didn’t know how to respond. But she saved that for me.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” She tried to keep the hatred out of her voice, but I heard it there. She nearly hissed the next word. “Vampyre.”
Just like Emma. What had happened between the vampires and the werewolves that both Emma and Elizabeth had this reaction to us?
My only response to Elizabeth was something I’d learned from Dean. I flashed my fangs and gold eyes at her. It had the usual effect, and even though she now knew what I was, she almost jumped out of her chair.
“Sorry, learned that from Dean,” I apologized, with every intent on making it lame and insincere.
“Wait. Hold up. You’re both vampires?” she asked, unable to believe what I’d implied.
I nodded, and I watched her try to form her thoughts into a coherent question.
“Why - what - how did that happen?”
“Probably better you don’t know,” I answered.
She was still then, thinking, mulling it all over. But in the next moment, she did something so completely contradictory, it was my turn to respond the way she had moments ago. She moved her chair next to mine, and kissed me on the lips. And not a sisterly kiss either.
My body reacted immediately, and I kissed her back.
“If you don’t have to meet her,” which I figured she meant Jo, “we can continue this in privacy,” she said, her fingertips playing on my lips as she spoke softly against my cheek.
I glanced over to the bar, where the big guy was the other night. “Your bodyguard is okay with me?” I asked.
“My bodyguard?” she asked, confused. Then after a moment, she realized who I meant. “Oh, Blake. He just looks out for me. He’s harmless, really.”
“Is he - like you?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“You mean a were? Nah, he’s totally human. He’s kinda got this protective big-brother thing going, know what I mean?”
I certainly did, and told her as much. “Dean does that too,” I said, totally sympathizing with her. She smiled, and kissed me again. I growled and kissed her back. We stood, and playfully picked her up and spun her around. Laughing, she led me to an apartment above the club, and much to our surprise, spent most of the night there.
~*~
Again, Sam arrived at the Necropolis shortly before dawn. The main bar and dance area were deserted, and Sam silently made his way down to his room. Jo was just beginning to stir, and sleepily picked her head up. She smiled when she saw Sam.
“Mmmm, glad you’re back,” she said, and patted the bed beside her. “Come back to bed and join me.” Sam gave a low growl and did just that.
That evening, Dean and Sam met up at the bar. Jo sat next to Sam, having spent the day next to Sam while he slept. Maya sat on the other side, next to Dean, drinking one of her house specials - probably blood mixed with a little red wine.
“Now where will you go?” Jo asked.
“Maya told me some disturbing news yesterday when Bela was here.” At Sam’s raised eyebrows, Dean continued. “They’re saying Dad’s Colt is a key, and it opens the Gates of Hell.”
“Then we need to get that Colt back,” Sam insisted.
“Kinda late for that. The Gates were opened, and Maya’s heard that the other hunters are blaming us for opening them.”
“How many demons escaped?” Sam asked, and Dean could hear the pain in his voice.
“A few hundred,” Maya said, speaking for the first time. She finished her drink, and moved her stool so that she was now touching Dean.
Sam turned to Jo, raised her wrist to her lips, and met her gaze. She smiled, and pushed her wrist towards him. He bit it, and drank deeply. Jo rolled her head back at the touch of Sam’s lips on her skin. When he was done and withdrew his fangs, she reached out and touched his cheek.
“Go - there’s demons out there,” she said softly.
Sam turned back to Dean, who was deeply involved in kissing Maya. When they pulled apart, Dean slid off the barstool, and held onto Maya’s hand as they reluctantly parted. She smiled at him, and mouthed the word “Go” to him as well.
The brothers headed off to the car and got in. After a moment, Dean turned to Sam and sniffed.
“Do you smell something? Smells like...” he thought for a moment and sniffed again, “wet dog,” he said. He turned to Sam, looked him over while starting the car.
“You sly devil, there’s another woman isn’t there?”
Sam didn’t meet Dean’s eyes. “Just go,” he said. “We have work to do.”
Dean snickered, and put the car in drive. “What’s her name?” Dean asked. Sam was silent.
“Well, all right then,” Dean said, and reached for the tape deck.
“Elizabeth,” Sam said, and Dean pulled back his hand.
“She’s got a dog?” Dean asked.
“She’s a werewolf.”
“Huh,” Dean said, and this time hit the stereo. Some heavy metal blared from the speakers as they pulled out of the parking lot. Sam sighed. It was going to be a long road ahead of them.
Like the moon attracts the wolf
We seek another light
It can always pull us through
Help us reach an endless night
...
In the darkness reaches of the heart
You find a crossroads there
Without a sign, without a mark
Where only others dare
We can touch the night
It’s only hard to understand
We can touch the night
what happens when Dean gets a little " Restless"....
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Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis, the skull goblet, Elizabeth, the Lone Wolf, Emma Richelieu, and Blake are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Bodgei, ChevyGirl, ClarksMuse, MoonDropz, and Valeria. Vlad the Impaler belongs to history; tulpas belong to Tibetan mythology, and golems belong to Hebrew mythology. Dean, Sam and John Winchester, Jo and Ellen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, and Bela were created by Eric Kripke, Ben Edlund, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Jedi mind tricks were created by George Lucas. “Overburdened” from “Ten Thousand Fists” by Disturbed, ©2005. “Touch the Night” sung by Lori Yates, produced by Meissner Music Production and Fred Mollin , ©1996.
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