Loophole
Title: Loophole
Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Lenore
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: #26 - biting
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: ep 6.05 Live Free Or Twi-Hard
Summary: Dean finds an old friend who can help him with his current problem....
Warnings: Vamp!Dean, biting, minor blood play
Word Count: 534
Notes: A very special thanks to bballgirl3022 for the beta! Also, I have failed at keeping on top of this verse. So sorry!!
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If he drinks human blood, it's all over. If he gives in to this craving that is consuming every thought and urge he's having, he can't go back. He'll be a vampire, and Sam will have to kill him.
Dean's fangs drop down at the thought of warm, metallic liquid flowing into his mouth.
He needs to drink something, and soon. Dean is crawling out of his skin with need. He knows he can't hold out forever.
Lenore's touch is cold, but not as cold as he remembered it. She gives him a pained smile as she passes a cup to him. He can smell the blood in it, but it's not the type he wants. It's cow's blood.
He takes the cup and drinks it all in one gulp. It's not enough to fully quench the thirst he now has, but it will do.
Lenore threads her fingers with Dean's as she pours them both another glass. They give each other a mock toast before drinking again.
"Maybe we could save you too," Dean mutters. Lenore hides behind her long hair.
"It's too late for me," she replies softly. She squeezes their hands lightly.
"Lenore, I-" Dean starts. "Thank you." She nods and stands to clear the cups away.
Dean's hand shoots out and catches her wrist. She doesn't fight him as his thumb runs along the inside. There should be a pulse there and warmth. Instead Dean feels a cold, slow rush of blood. The veins are purple against her pale skin.
"Only if I drink human blood, right?" Dean whispers. Lenore nods.
Dean brings the wrist up to his mouth. His fangs drop painlessly. He brushes his cold lips against the inside of her wrist and hesitates. Lenore's other hand came up to gently rub his neck.
Dean is amazed at how easily his fangs pierce her skin. Lenore gives a soft gasp as her blood begins to flow.
Dean moans as the cold blood drips into his mouth. The metallic taste feels like heaven on his tongue. His hand snakes out to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. He swallows once more and pulls back.
He stares up at her apologetically. He can only see understanding in her eyes.
She leans down and kisses his blood stained mouth gently. Dean can feel her fangs lightly scrape at his lips.
Dean runs his hands through her long hair and pulls her onto his lap, kissing deeper. Their fangs clack together as their kisses becomes faster.
Lenore roughly shoves his head to the side. He bucks his hips upwards against her. He smiles to himself that he can still get a hard on. He gives a surprised gasp as she bites the sensitive skin beside his Adam's apple. She moans and rocks downwards as she drinks from Dean. His grip around her waist gets tighter and guides her hips. She releases his neck and gasps.
They sit nose to nose, rocking against each other and gasping.
"Bedroom," they say at the same time before sharing a chuckle.
As Lenore leads Dean through the house, he feels his stomach flip.
He really hopes he'll be able to go back after this.
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Author xephwrites
Character(s)/Pairing: Dean, Dean/Lenore
Theme: spn_30snapshots Table 07 Leave Me Unholy And Dirty And Beautiful
Prompt: #26 - biting
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: ep 6.05 Live Free Or Twi-Hard
Summary: Dean finds an old friend who can help him with his current problem....
Warnings: Vamp!Dean, biting, minor blood play
Word Count: 534
Notes: A very special thanks to bballgirl3022 for the beta! Also, I have failed at keeping on top of this verse. So sorry!!
~*~*~*~*~
If he drinks human blood, it's all over. If he gives in to this craving that is consuming every thought and urge he's having, he can't go back. He'll be a vampire, and Sam will have to kill him.
Dean's fangs drop down at the thought of warm, metallic liquid flowing into his mouth.
He needs to drink something, and soon. Dean is crawling out of his skin with need. He knows he can't hold out forever.
Lenore's touch is cold, but not as cold as he remembered it. She gives him a pained smile as she passes a cup to him. He can smell the blood in it, but it's not the type he wants. It's cow's blood.
He takes the cup and drinks it all in one gulp. It's not enough to fully quench the thirst he now has, but it will do.
Lenore threads her fingers with Dean's as she pours them both another glass. They give each other a mock toast before drinking again.
"Maybe we could save you too," Dean mutters. Lenore hides behind her long hair.
"It's too late for me," she replies softly. She squeezes their hands lightly.
"Lenore, I-" Dean starts. "Thank you." She nods and stands to clear the cups away.
Dean's hand shoots out and catches her wrist. She doesn't fight him as his thumb runs along the inside. There should be a pulse there and warmth. Instead Dean feels a cold, slow rush of blood. The veins are purple against her pale skin.
"Only if I drink human blood, right?" Dean whispers. Lenore nods.
Dean brings the wrist up to his mouth. His fangs drop painlessly. He brushes his cold lips against the inside of her wrist and hesitates. Lenore's other hand came up to gently rub his neck.
Dean is amazed at how easily his fangs pierce her skin. Lenore gives a soft gasp as her blood begins to flow.
Dean moans as the cold blood drips into his mouth. The metallic taste feels like heaven on his tongue. His hand snakes out to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. He swallows once more and pulls back.
He stares up at her apologetically. He can only see understanding in her eyes.
She leans down and kisses his blood stained mouth gently. Dean can feel her fangs lightly scrape at his lips.
Dean runs his hands through her long hair and pulls her onto his lap, kissing deeper. Their fangs clack together as their kisses becomes faster.
Lenore roughly shoves his head to the side. He bucks his hips upwards against her. He smiles to himself that he can still get a hard on. He gives a surprised gasp as she bites the sensitive skin beside his Adam's apple. She moans and rocks downwards as she drinks from Dean. His grip around her waist gets tighter and guides her hips. She releases his neck and gasps.
They sit nose to nose, rocking against each other and gasping.
"Bedroom," they say at the same time before sharing a chuckle.
As Lenore leads Dean through the house, he feels his stomach flip.
He really hopes he'll be able to go back after this.
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