SN AU Fic: Revelations (Mayaverse #9)
Title: Revelations (formerly Secrets)
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFCs; Sam/Jo (R)
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Turnabout,” “ Maelstrom,” “Tall Tales,” “Folsom Prison Blues”
Word Count: 5285 words
Notable Credits: Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was. Katy is from my NightWaves series. Title by bandcqulsj. thanks to my awesome betas, aphrodite33, clarksmuse, moondropz, morphing_lanes and x5vale.
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, and never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted.”
Summary: Dean and Sam have a few things to tell Ellen and Bobby about the Demon. And themselves.Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon...
I’ve the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest...
I must love what I destroy, and destroy the thing I love -
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
~ Sting ©1985
Please read Maelstrom first! thanks!
“Now what?” Sam was brooding again.
“Now what, what?” Two of the three vampires in the motel room were awake. The weird light of dusk peeked around the dusty drapes to reveal a fully-dressed Sam Winchester sitting in the chair, just staring in to the room. The myth that vampires sleep in coffins is very outdated. Instead, Sam slept on his back, one arm flung over his head, the other rested at his side. But now, he was awake, thinking about all that had happened. Dean remained in bed, naked, next to the third vampire. He lay on his side, curled around the still-sleeping Maya, idly playing with her hair.
“We continue doing what we do - hunting things, saving people...” Dean said. “You know, the family business.”
Sam was quiet a moment.
“Dean, in case you haven't noticed, we’re vampires?"
Dean kissed Maya’s soft hair, and looked up at his brother, bearing his fangs.
“Ok, so things are a little different from now on.” He shrugged.
“Doesn’t bother me none.” He smiled, and put his head back on the pillow next to Maya.
Sam sighed audibly.
Dean propped his head up and fixed his brother with a stare. “You’re angry, I get it. I was angry too.”
“You really think we’re going to be able to keep hunting, Dean?” Sam asked, unable to believe what he hearing. But then again, Sam realized through all his bitterness, Dean had come to accept his new-found life, such as it was. Now that he thought about it, he was all right with Dean being a vampire. It was just a little hard to wrap his fangs around being one himself.
Dean looked down at Maya, who was starting to stir, caressed her bare shoulder, then looked back up at Sam.
“Yeah, I think we can.” Dean was absently lacing his fingers though Maya’s hair, and found himself growing hard again.
Maya stretched like a cat, putting her arms up over her head and pressing herself against Dean. He lazily reached out and pulled the bed sheet over her breast that threatened to spill out over the sheet.
“Think you can what?” she asked, still in a dreamy state.
“Keep hunting,” Sam said, drawing her attention away from Dean to show her she wasn’t alone with Dean.
“Sure you can. Things will be a little different now, but...”
“Like we lose half our hunting time!” Sam retorted.
“Not much you can do during the daytime anyway,” Maya said, turning on her side towards Dean. She put her arm up under her pillow and faced him, caressing his cheek with her other hand. She leaned in and kissed him, and he returned the kiss, not caring that Sam was across the room.
“Not much?” Sam fairly exploded. “We, well, I would get most of our interviews done, and research. And ...” Here Sam floundered for a moment. “...other stuff,” he finished lamely.
Maya broke the kiss with Dean, and rolled back to face Sam.
“You don’t have to sleep during the day, Sam. You just can’t be in the sunlight.” She turned back to Dean, who resumed the sensual kiss where he left off.
Sam spluttered a few times, then realizing he couldn’t think of a proper come-back, stood up, watched his brother and his - yikes! - vampire grandsire make out like teenagers, and finally grabbed his backpack with the laptop and said,
“You two get a room, I’m going out for a quick bite.” And he left the room.
When the lock clicked into place, Dean broke the kiss only for a moment to say, “’Least he still has his sense of humor.” Maya giggled, and proceeded to do more than kiss him.
~*~
I was surprised at how quickly Sam adapted to his new life. Maya stayed with us for a time as well. I really couldn’t say how long - when you’re immortal, time no longer has any meaning. Or so it seems.
When we were at a motel, we’d established a routine where Sam would leave our room just after dusk, leaving me and Maya to our own devices for a time. We made love, we drank from each other, and we stayed in bed until full dark. From time to time, we’d have our meal out.
When we were at a Necropolis, Sam had his own basement apartment, although I think sometimes he’d have preferred to stay in the one he had as a human. Well, times they are a-changing, right?
We’d did a few jobs as well: vanquished a cemetery ghost, looked into a violent poltergeist at an old mansion, and checked out an old-fashioned haunting at a local prison for a friend of Dad’s.
That job gave me pause, because I hadn’t thought of Dad for a while. Not since the Demon at the Crossroads, and without keeping a journal, I had no idea how long ago that really was. Dad’s friend Deacon asked us to look into his haunted prison, and by pulling a few stupid stunts and lots and lots of strings, we worked around our “sunlight allergy,” and got the job finished.
Deacon was pleased we didn’t let him down, and wondered about our allergy, saying,
“John’s boys were always healthy,” he said, the utter bewilderment showing on his face.
We just smiled, I told him that it was a recent development, and hoped our fangs weren’t showing. Deacon’s acceptance of the lie told us they weren’t, and that he believed us. That job was one of the harder ones we had, since the few days we were on the inside we ran the risk of being exposed to sunlight, or worse, some of the inmates discovering what we were.
We’d both fed before we started the job, and I’d be all right for the few days we’d need, but Sam I wasn’t so sure about. He’d been looking paler than usual, but the times we’d met up to compare notes, he refused my offer of blood.
Once we were back on the outside; however, our first stop was the French Quarter, which was where the closest Necropolis was. It took us a little less than eight hours of driving that night, and it was during the weird pre-dawn hours we arrived.
I watched Sam from my seat at the bar. It was almost like watching myself. Sam must have left several times, and returned after just about a half an hour each time. At one point, he looked over his shoulder, gave me a “thumbs up” and smiled. If I’d known how laid back he’d become, I’d have turned him sooner.
I turned back to my drink, and my phone rang. It was Bobby.
“Bobby!” I said into the phone, “What’s up, man?”
“Dean? You boys all right? Haven’t heard from you or your daddy in ages.” He sounded very worried. I looked back at Sam, who was smiling at and flirting with a pretty redhead. Turning back to the bar, I took a sip of my drink, and then returned to the phone.
“We’re good, Bobby. What’s going on?”
“Heard this rumor,” he said, and I could hear him shuffling around, as if he was nervous. “Been said there’s a group of vampires killing demons? Now, you and I know that makes no sense, boy. But I wish I could understand it, know what I mean?”
I smiled around my fangs.
“I know what you mean, Bobby. That does sound kind of far-fetched, yeah.”
“Maybe you boys ought to check in with Ellen. She’s heard some strange stuff as well.”
“Such as?” I asked, my curiosity piqued, and other parts aroused, missing Maya.
“Not my place to tell, really. Best you be calling her,” and he disconnected the call. I closed the phone, finished my drink, and turned around on my barstool and leaned against the counter, surveying the patrons.
I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but she found me. A blonde in a slinky black dress appeared next to me, and put her drink on the counter. She ran her red nails down my arm, and whispered in my ear,
“Care to go somewhere for a little nibble?” Her voice was sultry and warm, and glancing one more time at Sam, now on the dance floor moving sensually against the redhead, I grabbed the phone from the counter, stuffed it in my pocket and stood up.
“With you, anywhere.” I kissed her on the lips, as she led me away from the noise to one of the back rooms. I’d thought about suggesting the apartment downstairs, but in the end decided against it, and followed her through the doorway.
I locked the door behind me, watching her twist her arms elegantly behind her to unzip her dress. By the time I moved behind her to help her out of it, it was a black puddle of fabric on the floor, and she wasn’t wearing anything else, as she’d slipped out of her shoes already.
I pulled my overshirt off my arms and she helped me with my t-shirt, and then she kissed me, no holds barred - our tongues twisted together, our teeth clicked, and my tongue felt her fangs at that point too. I relaxed a little, knowing she wasn’t going to freak out if my fangs made an appearance.
Together, we got me out of my jeans and the rest of my clothes, and for the first time, I realized that there was a couch in the room we were in, and we made our way over there. She was the one that lay down on the couch and guided me above her. I was hard and ready for her, and as my fingers explored the very depths of her, I knew she was ready for me.
I was poised above her, but I had to find out something first.
“I don’t need any protection?” I asked softly. It was a pointless question, as I knew she was a vampire, but I needed to hear it myself.
In return she smiled, showing her fangs, and her eyes flashed gold. My own eyes were gold, and when I smiled my acknowledgment, she saw my fangs as well. She smiled back, and I felt her hands on my back, moving lower, to my ass, as she rose up to meet me.
I entered her slowly, sensually, almost to the point of torture for both of us. She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me in and holding me there. We moved together slowly, sensually, then fast and furious, her nails digging into my back. I felt her body shudder beneath mine, and as I exploded deep inside her, my fangs pierced her smooth neck, and I drank. I felt her fangs in my neck, and her drinking from me as well.
Once we were both sated, I kissed the holes I’d made and propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. Her hair was splayed around her, and her lips were full and red.
“I’m Dean, by the way,” I said, not moving, but watching her.
“I’m Katy,” she said softly back, her eyes searching my face. “You seem somewhat ... familiar to me. Like I’ve met you before.”
“Believe me, I’d remember you, Katy,” I said, kissing her lightly on her pert nose. I withdrew from her, and felt her shudder slightly as I did so. She smiled and sat up with me. We got dressed, still watching each other.
“Will I see you again?” she asked me.
“You might. We’re kinda regulars at the Necropolis,” I said, now helping her zip up her dress. She slid into her high-heeled sandals, and turned around to face me.
“I’m certain I’ve met you before,” she murmured, and then reached up and kissed my lips softly. She was the one who broke the kiss, and went over to the door. She unlocked it, and seemed to float out of the room, still lost in thought. As she left the room, I swear I heard her mumble the name “Cade.”
~*~
“Hey Sammy, do we know anyone named Cade?” Dean asked his brother when Sam finally returned to the counter after the seventh - or was it the eighth? - time. Someone behind the bar brought over a wine goblet with thick red liquid, and put it in front of him. Sam contemplated the drink for a moment, then drank it down. Placing the glass back on the counter, he turned to his brother.
“Well, the name does sound familiar,” he conceded. “Do you know how many people we’ve met over the years?”
“Yeah, but Katy insisted I reminder her of him,” Dean said.
“There was a Cade, back - before we first met Maya, but he was human,” Sam remembered. “The guy with the Caddie.”
“Oh, I remember him. That was that Larry guy... with the sword that killed Lincoln.”
“Lincoln was shot,” Sam fired back. Dean sighed.
“We need to go. Got a call from Bobby. Something about vampires killing demons.”
“Do you think he knows?”
“Probably not, but he said Ellen’s been hearing some things too, that she needs to tell us about. We should do the courteous thing and tell her about Gordon.”
Sam thought a moment.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.” He grabbed his plaid overshirt from the back of Dean’s chair and pulled it on. He looked around the room, and then held up a finger to Dean to wait a minute.
Dean watched him go over to one of the many women who he’d seen Sam with earlier, and give her a long, teasing kiss. She smiled and reached out to him as he headed back to Dean. As he breezed by, he told Dean to “get going.”
Dean shook his head at this new Sammy. Sam was taking all this very well, especially after being told the Demon was essentially a figment of his imagination. But it had been - well, Dean wasn’t sure on that part. It had been a while since Maya told them about her role in everything. Dean thought about trying to learn if Maya had any other reasons other than “because they’d make good vampires.” He thought Sam would want to know why Maya did that to him, put him through 24 years of hell, all for mind games. It was easier to just forget the past, and live in the now, since they had forever ahead of them.
The blonde Dean met earlier now approached him as he slid off the stool to follow Sam.
“Katy, right?”
She smiled, pleased he remembered her name.
“I know who you are, Dean Winchester,” she said, and Dean was watching her full red lips, wanting to kiss them again. He swallowed, and instead of kissing her, asked,
“How do you know that?”
She sat on the seat that Sam had previously vacated.
“I’m a hunter too. I’ve been a vampire hunter for about eight years now.” At Dean’s arched eyebrows and flashed golden eyes, she added, “Ironic, I know.”
“Why didn’t you kill me?” Dean wanted to know.
“I told you, I know who you are. And I’m offering my assistance if you need it. I know some friends who can help as well.”
“Huh,” Dean said, mostly to himself. “Kinda like the Roadhouse.”
“You do need to go there too. You have loose ends to tie up.” She reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I know you don’t like loose ends, either.” And as mysteriously as she appeared earlier, she disappeared again.
“And I didn’t even get her cell number,” Dean muttered.
It was later than it should have been when they got started driving. As a result they didn’t cover as much distance as they would have liked. The roadhouse was almost 20 hours away from New Orleans, and they’d lose a good bulk of time holed up in darkened rooms. But as Dean thought of it, it was really their day in reverse. It wasn’t like they drove the car ‘round the clock.
And so, three nights later, in the wee hours of the morning, they arrived at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, but it wasn’t until the fourth night they finally went to tell Ellen the news. Sam was able to go for longer periods without feeding, but still liked to order room service just for the pretty girl who would deliver the food. They kept up the appearance of eating, but still found ways to obtain blood for nourishment. Stopping at a Necropolis was certainly much better, but there were times where they had to get creative.
Sam entered the Roadhouse first, and saw Ellen behind the bar, pouring a few beers.
“Sam Winchester?” She said, surprised when she saw him. She came out from behind the bar, put the beer mugs on the correct table, and went over to him.
“How’re you doing, honey? I’ve been hearing about some strange things going on.”
“Yeah, Dean told me.” At her questioning look, he added, “Bobby called, said you might want to see us. We have something we need to tell you, too.”
“We? Is Dean here too?” she asked in a disapproving tone.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Dean said from against the wall, where he’d been observing the whole exchange.
“Now that you’re here, what do y’all have to tell me?” Ellen turned away, picked up some empty mugs from an empty table and went back to the counter. She started rinsing the mugs automatically.
“Gordon’s dead,” Sam said without any preamble. Ellen dropped the mug she was holding into the metal sink and looked up. From the back of the room, the brothers heard a small squeak.
“Dead? Gordon Walker?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yes ma’am,” Sam said.
“How - ” Ellen’s voice was almost a whisper. “How did it happen?”
“He was on a hunt, and somethin’ got to him,” Sam suggested.
“Really now?” Ellen said skeptically.
“Really.” Dean answered this time, coming up to lean on the bar. “We heard that he was hunting another hunter - rogue, or something,” Dean theorized.
“Or something,” came a new voice from somewhere behind Ellen. It was Jo, and she was holding a cross up in front of her, in a foolish attempt to keep Dean away.
“Only works if you believe in it, honey,” Dean told her, and held his hand out for her to give it to him. She put it on the counter, and backed away, not wanting to go up in the flames it would make when Dean touched it.
Instead, as before, Dean reached out to take it. It was well-crafted, made from silver, and Dean noticed the “925” stamped into the back of the simple cross. It was getting a little warm in his hand for the fact it was silver. He looked back up at Jo; his eyes were gold and his fangs extended. Jo squeaked again, and scrambled back into the back room.
“I’ll see if she’s all right,” Sam said, and followed her.
Dean and Ellen watched Sam go after Jo.
“You trust him?” she asked, arching a brow at him.
“He’s my brother, why wouldn’t I?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“What he told us - about the visions, the Demon - ”
“Demon’s gone,” Dean said, interrupting her before she could continue.
“What?” Ellen said the word deliberately, as if to make certain she heard it right. “The thing that killed my Bill - ?” At Dean’s nod, she practically broke down and sobbed, “Thank god it’s over!”
Dean cringed. It was over, but he wasn’t going to be the one to tell her the truth about it all.
~*~
“Hey, Jo.”
“Oh, hey Sam,” Jo said over her shoulder as she was stacking boxes of beer bottles. Sam leaned casually against the counter, watching her. He watched her curves, the way her body moved. Granted she was a thin thing, but that was all right for Sam. His eyes traveled the length of her body, and stopped at her neck. It was hiding behind her hair, but Sam could hear the blood pulsing though her veins.
“So you sent Gordon after me,” he said, making it a statement of fact.
“You’re a danger to us,” she said. “It’s not - you’re not normal,” she added lamely.
“Yeah, I could have told you that,” Sam agreed. After a moment of watching her stack the boxes, he called her name, softly, tenderly.
“Jo.” It was almost a whisper, and she had to look up to make sure she actually heard her name. Sam was smiling at her oddly. There were no other words for it. There was something in his eyes, there seemed to be flecks of gold in his greenish eyes.
“Sam?” her voice was not as harsh has it had been, and there may have been some curiosity in it. What was wrong with her, that she was looking at Sam like she wanted to eat him up? She’d never had thoughts of Sam like this before, not that she had any thoughts of Sam before.
She came closer, to stand in front of him. She looked up at him, and wow, he was tall, she thought. She put a reassuring hand on his arm, and without knowing how it happened, he had his hands around her waist, holding her close, and he’d leaned down to kiss her on the lips. And she felt herself responding. She wanted to.
But there was something - wrong.
She pushed away from him for a moment.
“No, Sam,” she murmured. “We shouldn’t,” she attempted to protest.
He cupped her cheek in one hand, and turned her face to look up at his. He still had the gold flecks there, but his fangs were hidden.
“Sure we should,” he said softly, tenderly, and kissed her again.
She was the one who broke the kiss and nestled against his warm hand. As if in a daze, she moved his hand to hold it up to her mouth, and kiss his palm. Slowly, she sucked on each fingertip at a time. When she got to his ring finger, she noticed a small cut on the tip.
“You have a little cut here, I’ll just - ” and she popped the finger in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt her mouth filling up with the metallic-tasting liquid. She felt like she might gag, but Sam spoke at that moment.
“It’s all right, just swallow slowly, you’ll be fine,” he said reassuringly. And when she finally swallowed, she realized it was all okay.
“Sam?” she asked, “what are we doing?” She didn’t know why, but she wanted to reach up and kiss him again.
“Nothing that doesn’t need to be doing,” he replied back softly, taking her hand and placing it on his cheek. He kissed the inside of her wrist, and then ever-so-carefully, pierced the skin with a fang, and started to drink. His other arm was around her waist, holding her.
At this sensation, Jo closed her eyes and rolled her head back. She moaned, but later denied she did. The feel of Sam’s tongue and lips on her...
The door opened and Dean’s voice interrupted them.
“Hey Sammy, you ready to g-” He realized what was happening. “Ok, awkward,” he muttered, now knowing how Sam must have felt all those times when Dean was with Maya. He turned to leave.
Sam picked his head up from Jo’s wrist to turn to his brother.
“Soon as I’m done here,” he said, and turned back to Jo, his eyes golden and fangs tinged pink with blood. Jo stifled another squeak and then looked at her wrist. There were two neat little puncture holes there.
“What the hell, Sam?!?” Sam moved his hand from her back and she staggered backwards. “What have you done to me, Sam Winchester?” she hissed at him.
“You’ll know when the time comes,” he said cryptically, smiling at her through his fangs. He followed Dean out of the back room.
In the main room, Ellen was washing a few vacant tables.
“Everything all right?” she demanded.
“Yep, we’re good. We’re going,” Dean said, keys in hand.
“You better,” Ellen said. “This is the last time I’ll let you in here. Much as I hate to do it,” she said, not really sounding sorry.
Dean was outside and waiting for Sam, but he heard everything his brother said to Ellen.
“We’ll be back, and you really can’t stop us. That whole “inviting a vampire in” lore is for private homes - not the Roadhouse.” Sam smiled slightly at Ellen. “Jo will be fine. She might say things that might not make sense for a few days, but that’s normal.”
“If you hurt her, I’ll -” Ellen vaguely threatened.
“You’ll what?” Sam said, and this time gave her a wide smile, showing her his fangs.
And for the first and only time, in her life, Ellen Harvelle fainted.
~*~
They reached Bobby’s about an hour before dawn. With no motel close enough, they created a makeshift shelter with the cars on the edge of the property, and the special blanket. Since they’d fed before leaving the Roadhouse, they’d be all right for real sustenance. Bobby would probably offer them a beer, Dean figured.
Bobby would want to know about these demon-killing vamps.
And Bobby could read each of brothers like an open book.
Bobby needed to be told about John, too.
Just as the last rays of the sun slipped past the horizon, Dean woke. He hoped Sam wasn’t hungry. There had been times in the recent past where they needed to feed from each other when things were scarce, but it was awkward. It was difficult adjusting to a nocturnal life, but now they had Jo at their beck and call, in case they needed to travel or have something done during the day. There was only one drawback to that, Dean realized. She’d have to drive the Impala. Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“Ready, Dean?” he heard Sam ask, interrupting his silent musings.
“If you are.”
To keep up the pretense, they took the car around front to the house, and parked it in the driveway, which already had a few cars in various states parked on it.
Bobby opened the door, beer in hand.
“You boys certainly took your time getting here,” he said.
“Had to make a stop at the Roadhouse,” Dean explained.
“Hmm. Ellen Harvelle. How is she these days?”
“She’s doing all right,” Sam said, remembering Ellen’s reaction to his fangs.
“What’re y’all doing out here on the stoop? Come on in,” said Bobby, slightly puzzled at this behavior. When they came in, he just scratched his head in puzzlement, and offered them beers.
Sam cleared a place on a couch that was covered in books and papers and made a place to sit and drink his beer. Dean sat at the table.
“Got something to show you boys,” Bobby said, putting a roll of paper on the table near Dean. “I’ve been monitoring Demon activity for the past few months.” He unrolled the paper on the tabletop, revealing a map of the United States. “See all the red dots?” he said.
Sam came over to the table and sat down across from Dean, and they looked at the map with no red dots.
“Uhh, Bobby?” Dean looked up at his father’s friend and wondered if he hadn’t had too much moonshine. “There are no red dots.”
“Exactly. There’s no activity. Nothing. Not even exorcisms.” He sat at the table and watched the brothers a moment as they studied the map.
“You boys all right? You’re both looking quite pale.”
Dean coughed. “Yeah, we’re good. Must be somethin’ going ‘round.”
“Yeah.” Bobby pondered that a moment. “Haven’t heard from your daddy lately.”
“Neither have we,” said Sam, before he could stop himself.
“Sammy,” Dean cautioned.
“What?” Sam shot back at him. Dean gave him a look that said knock it off I’m your big brother and I can beat you up look, and Sam turned back to Bobby.
“Sorry, Bobby. He, uhm,” Sam swallowed. “He’s dead. The Demon killed him.”
“Well, what happened?”
“We don’t know, we weren’t there,” Dean said. “He just said he had something to take care of, and when we looked in to it, Dad was dead.”
Bobby was silent at this news. Despite raising his sons like soldiers to fight the demons of the dark, and being an ornery son of a bitch at times, John did do good things with his life as well.
“Well, hell, I’m sorry ‘bout that. For all his faults, John did do three things right,” Bobby said.
The brothers were silent a moment. Bobby was right. Without Mary, there would have been no Dean or Sam. That was three. Dean smiled, keeping his lips closed.
“And now? What’s this I’m hearing about vampires killing demons?” he sounded genuinely confused at this prospect.
“That’s crazy, Bobby. You hitting the moonshine again?” Sam asked.
Dean fixed his brother with another glare. Get out of my head, he sent to Sam, who reeled back as if he’d been slapped. Bobby stood up and went over to him, and put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.
Without thinking, Sam growled out, and looked up at Bobby with golden eyes. Bobby snatched his hand from Sam’s shoulder.
“Hey Bobby?”
“Yeah, Dean?” Bobby said, still cautiously watching Sam to make sure he didn’t lash out at him or something worse.
“Those demon-hunting vamps?”
“Not real, right? It’s that Trickster friend of yours, yeah?”
“Nah, they’re real. What’s the first rule of vampire lore, Bobby?” Dean asked.
“They have to be invited...” His voice trailed off as he moved his gaze from Sam to Dean across the table. “...in,” he finished lamely, as he saw Dean smile, showing his fangs. Dean gave a little wave.
Bobby backed up, so he was against the wall. His eyes were fixed on Dean, and his fangs. And then his golden eyes. Bobby turned back to Sam, frantically hoping that Sam didn’t have fangs either. Something in him sank when Sam smiled to show his pointed incisors. Bobby sank down to the floor in a daze.
A million things went through his mind, and he tried to sort through them all, process information, and think things through for a moment. When he finally spoke, it was to Dean.
“Your daddy - he tried to deal with the Demon, didn’t he?”
Dean nodded. “Tried to offer himself to make me human again.”
“Do I want to know who did it to you?”
“Probably not,” Dean said.
“She got a name?”
“Yep,” but that was all Dean offered.
“And Sam?” Bobby just turned his head to the younger brother. The floor had gotten quite comfortable.
“Don’t know,” Sam said. “I have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been this way. There was this guy, Jake - tried to kill me. Dean saved me.”
“Wait - are you saying - Dean?” Bobby stuttered, trying to figure it out, but gave up after a moment. John’s boys - vampires.
“And - and the Demon?” he finally asked.
“Gone,” Sam said.
“How?”
“Probably better you don’t know,” Dean replied. He stood up and went over to Bobby, and offered him his hand. Bobby gingerly took it, and Dean helped him to his feet.
“So... you’re really still the same Winchesters?”
“With fangs,” Sam smiled.
“And a slight sunlight allergy,” Dean added.
“Not going to kill me in my sleep? Should I buy garlic?”
“Why? You making spaghetti?” Dean asked, and all three laughed.
...learn about Maya in " Dreams of the Past"
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Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis, and Katy Johansson are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, MoonDropz, Valeria, ClarksMuse and MorphingLanes. Title by BandCqulsJ. Dean, Sam and John Winchester; Deacon, Bobby Singer, Ellen, Jo and Bill Harvelle were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Cade Foster was created by Chris Brancato, Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar, and Pearson Television. “Moon Over Bourbon Street” from “Dream of the Blue Turtles” by Sting, ©1985.
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/OFCs; Sam/Jo (R)
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Turnabout,” “ Maelstrom,” “Tall Tales,” “Folsom Prison Blues”
Word Count: 5285 words
Notable Credits: Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was. Katy is from my NightWaves series. Title by bandcqulsj. thanks to my awesome betas, aphrodite33, clarksmuse, moondropz, morphing_lanes and x5vale.
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, and never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted.”
Summary: Dean and Sam have a few things to tell Ellen and Bobby about the Demon. And themselves.Now I can never show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon...
I’ve the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest...
I must love what I destroy, and destroy the thing I love -
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street
~ Sting ©1985
Please read Maelstrom first! thanks!
“Now what?” Sam was brooding again.
“Now what, what?” Two of the three vampires in the motel room were awake. The weird light of dusk peeked around the dusty drapes to reveal a fully-dressed Sam Winchester sitting in the chair, just staring in to the room. The myth that vampires sleep in coffins is very outdated. Instead, Sam slept on his back, one arm flung over his head, the other rested at his side. But now, he was awake, thinking about all that had happened. Dean remained in bed, naked, next to the third vampire. He lay on his side, curled around the still-sleeping Maya, idly playing with her hair.
“We continue doing what we do - hunting things, saving people...” Dean said. “You know, the family business.”
Sam was quiet a moment.
“Dean, in case you haven't noticed, we’re vampires?"
Dean kissed Maya’s soft hair, and looked up at his brother, bearing his fangs.
“Ok, so things are a little different from now on.” He shrugged.
“Doesn’t bother me none.” He smiled, and put his head back on the pillow next to Maya.
Sam sighed audibly.
Dean propped his head up and fixed his brother with a stare. “You’re angry, I get it. I was angry too.”
“You really think we’re going to be able to keep hunting, Dean?” Sam asked, unable to believe what he hearing. But then again, Sam realized through all his bitterness, Dean had come to accept his new-found life, such as it was. Now that he thought about it, he was all right with Dean being a vampire. It was just a little hard to wrap his fangs around being one himself.
Dean looked down at Maya, who was starting to stir, caressed her bare shoulder, then looked back up at Sam.
“Yeah, I think we can.” Dean was absently lacing his fingers though Maya’s hair, and found himself growing hard again.
Maya stretched like a cat, putting her arms up over her head and pressing herself against Dean. He lazily reached out and pulled the bed sheet over her breast that threatened to spill out over the sheet.
“Think you can what?” she asked, still in a dreamy state.
“Keep hunting,” Sam said, drawing her attention away from Dean to show her she wasn’t alone with Dean.
“Sure you can. Things will be a little different now, but...”
“Like we lose half our hunting time!” Sam retorted.
“Not much you can do during the daytime anyway,” Maya said, turning on her side towards Dean. She put her arm up under her pillow and faced him, caressing his cheek with her other hand. She leaned in and kissed him, and he returned the kiss, not caring that Sam was across the room.
“Not much?” Sam fairly exploded. “We, well, I would get most of our interviews done, and research. And ...” Here Sam floundered for a moment. “...other stuff,” he finished lamely.
Maya broke the kiss with Dean, and rolled back to face Sam.
“You don’t have to sleep during the day, Sam. You just can’t be in the sunlight.” She turned back to Dean, who resumed the sensual kiss where he left off.
Sam spluttered a few times, then realizing he couldn’t think of a proper come-back, stood up, watched his brother and his - yikes! - vampire grandsire make out like teenagers, and finally grabbed his backpack with the laptop and said,
“You two get a room, I’m going out for a quick bite.” And he left the room.
When the lock clicked into place, Dean broke the kiss only for a moment to say, “’Least he still has his sense of humor.” Maya giggled, and proceeded to do more than kiss him.
~*~
I was surprised at how quickly Sam adapted to his new life. Maya stayed with us for a time as well. I really couldn’t say how long - when you’re immortal, time no longer has any meaning. Or so it seems.
When we were at a motel, we’d established a routine where Sam would leave our room just after dusk, leaving me and Maya to our own devices for a time. We made love, we drank from each other, and we stayed in bed until full dark. From time to time, we’d have our meal out.
When we were at a Necropolis, Sam had his own basement apartment, although I think sometimes he’d have preferred to stay in the one he had as a human. Well, times they are a-changing, right?
We’d did a few jobs as well: vanquished a cemetery ghost, looked into a violent poltergeist at an old mansion, and checked out an old-fashioned haunting at a local prison for a friend of Dad’s.
That job gave me pause, because I hadn’t thought of Dad for a while. Not since the Demon at the Crossroads, and without keeping a journal, I had no idea how long ago that really was. Dad’s friend Deacon asked us to look into his haunted prison, and by pulling a few stupid stunts and lots and lots of strings, we worked around our “sunlight allergy,” and got the job finished.
Deacon was pleased we didn’t let him down, and wondered about our allergy, saying,
“John’s boys were always healthy,” he said, the utter bewilderment showing on his face.
We just smiled, I told him that it was a recent development, and hoped our fangs weren’t showing. Deacon’s acceptance of the lie told us they weren’t, and that he believed us. That job was one of the harder ones we had, since the few days we were on the inside we ran the risk of being exposed to sunlight, or worse, some of the inmates discovering what we were.
We’d both fed before we started the job, and I’d be all right for the few days we’d need, but Sam I wasn’t so sure about. He’d been looking paler than usual, but the times we’d met up to compare notes, he refused my offer of blood.
Once we were back on the outside; however, our first stop was the French Quarter, which was where the closest Necropolis was. It took us a little less than eight hours of driving that night, and it was during the weird pre-dawn hours we arrived.
I watched Sam from my seat at the bar. It was almost like watching myself. Sam must have left several times, and returned after just about a half an hour each time. At one point, he looked over his shoulder, gave me a “thumbs up” and smiled. If I’d known how laid back he’d become, I’d have turned him sooner.
I turned back to my drink, and my phone rang. It was Bobby.
“Bobby!” I said into the phone, “What’s up, man?”
“Dean? You boys all right? Haven’t heard from you or your daddy in ages.” He sounded very worried. I looked back at Sam, who was smiling at and flirting with a pretty redhead. Turning back to the bar, I took a sip of my drink, and then returned to the phone.
“We’re good, Bobby. What’s going on?”
“Heard this rumor,” he said, and I could hear him shuffling around, as if he was nervous. “Been said there’s a group of vampires killing demons? Now, you and I know that makes no sense, boy. But I wish I could understand it, know what I mean?”
I smiled around my fangs.
“I know what you mean, Bobby. That does sound kind of far-fetched, yeah.”
“Maybe you boys ought to check in with Ellen. She’s heard some strange stuff as well.”
“Such as?” I asked, my curiosity piqued, and other parts aroused, missing Maya.
“Not my place to tell, really. Best you be calling her,” and he disconnected the call. I closed the phone, finished my drink, and turned around on my barstool and leaned against the counter, surveying the patrons.
I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but she found me. A blonde in a slinky black dress appeared next to me, and put her drink on the counter. She ran her red nails down my arm, and whispered in my ear,
“Care to go somewhere for a little nibble?” Her voice was sultry and warm, and glancing one more time at Sam, now on the dance floor moving sensually against the redhead, I grabbed the phone from the counter, stuffed it in my pocket and stood up.
“With you, anywhere.” I kissed her on the lips, as she led me away from the noise to one of the back rooms. I’d thought about suggesting the apartment downstairs, but in the end decided against it, and followed her through the doorway.
I locked the door behind me, watching her twist her arms elegantly behind her to unzip her dress. By the time I moved behind her to help her out of it, it was a black puddle of fabric on the floor, and she wasn’t wearing anything else, as she’d slipped out of her shoes already.
I pulled my overshirt off my arms and she helped me with my t-shirt, and then she kissed me, no holds barred - our tongues twisted together, our teeth clicked, and my tongue felt her fangs at that point too. I relaxed a little, knowing she wasn’t going to freak out if my fangs made an appearance.
Together, we got me out of my jeans and the rest of my clothes, and for the first time, I realized that there was a couch in the room we were in, and we made our way over there. She was the one that lay down on the couch and guided me above her. I was hard and ready for her, and as my fingers explored the very depths of her, I knew she was ready for me.
I was poised above her, but I had to find out something first.
“I don’t need any protection?” I asked softly. It was a pointless question, as I knew she was a vampire, but I needed to hear it myself.
In return she smiled, showing her fangs, and her eyes flashed gold. My own eyes were gold, and when I smiled my acknowledgment, she saw my fangs as well. She smiled back, and I felt her hands on my back, moving lower, to my ass, as she rose up to meet me.
I entered her slowly, sensually, almost to the point of torture for both of us. She wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me in and holding me there. We moved together slowly, sensually, then fast and furious, her nails digging into my back. I felt her body shudder beneath mine, and as I exploded deep inside her, my fangs pierced her smooth neck, and I drank. I felt her fangs in my neck, and her drinking from me as well.
Once we were both sated, I kissed the holes I’d made and propped myself up on my elbow to look at her. Her hair was splayed around her, and her lips were full and red.
“I’m Dean, by the way,” I said, not moving, but watching her.
“I’m Katy,” she said softly back, her eyes searching my face. “You seem somewhat ... familiar to me. Like I’ve met you before.”
“Believe me, I’d remember you, Katy,” I said, kissing her lightly on her pert nose. I withdrew from her, and felt her shudder slightly as I did so. She smiled and sat up with me. We got dressed, still watching each other.
“Will I see you again?” she asked me.
“You might. We’re kinda regulars at the Necropolis,” I said, now helping her zip up her dress. She slid into her high-heeled sandals, and turned around to face me.
“I’m certain I’ve met you before,” she murmured, and then reached up and kissed my lips softly. She was the one who broke the kiss, and went over to the door. She unlocked it, and seemed to float out of the room, still lost in thought. As she left the room, I swear I heard her mumble the name “Cade.”
~*~
“Hey Sammy, do we know anyone named Cade?” Dean asked his brother when Sam finally returned to the counter after the seventh - or was it the eighth? - time. Someone behind the bar brought over a wine goblet with thick red liquid, and put it in front of him. Sam contemplated the drink for a moment, then drank it down. Placing the glass back on the counter, he turned to his brother.
“Well, the name does sound familiar,” he conceded. “Do you know how many people we’ve met over the years?”
“Yeah, but Katy insisted I reminder her of him,” Dean said.
“There was a Cade, back - before we first met Maya, but he was human,” Sam remembered. “The guy with the Caddie.”
“Oh, I remember him. That was that Larry guy... with the sword that killed Lincoln.”
“Lincoln was shot,” Sam fired back. Dean sighed.
“We need to go. Got a call from Bobby. Something about vampires killing demons.”
“Do you think he knows?”
“Probably not, but he said Ellen’s been hearing some things too, that she needs to tell us about. We should do the courteous thing and tell her about Gordon.”
Sam thought a moment.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s go.” He grabbed his plaid overshirt from the back of Dean’s chair and pulled it on. He looked around the room, and then held up a finger to Dean to wait a minute.
Dean watched him go over to one of the many women who he’d seen Sam with earlier, and give her a long, teasing kiss. She smiled and reached out to him as he headed back to Dean. As he breezed by, he told Dean to “get going.”
Dean shook his head at this new Sammy. Sam was taking all this very well, especially after being told the Demon was essentially a figment of his imagination. But it had been - well, Dean wasn’t sure on that part. It had been a while since Maya told them about her role in everything. Dean thought about trying to learn if Maya had any other reasons other than “because they’d make good vampires.” He thought Sam would want to know why Maya did that to him, put him through 24 years of hell, all for mind games. It was easier to just forget the past, and live in the now, since they had forever ahead of them.
The blonde Dean met earlier now approached him as he slid off the stool to follow Sam.
“Katy, right?”
She smiled, pleased he remembered her name.
“I know who you are, Dean Winchester,” she said, and Dean was watching her full red lips, wanting to kiss them again. He swallowed, and instead of kissing her, asked,
“How do you know that?”
She sat on the seat that Sam had previously vacated.
“I’m a hunter too. I’ve been a vampire hunter for about eight years now.” At Dean’s arched eyebrows and flashed golden eyes, she added, “Ironic, I know.”
“Why didn’t you kill me?” Dean wanted to know.
“I told you, I know who you are. And I’m offering my assistance if you need it. I know some friends who can help as well.”
“Huh,” Dean said, mostly to himself. “Kinda like the Roadhouse.”
“You do need to go there too. You have loose ends to tie up.” She reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I know you don’t like loose ends, either.” And as mysteriously as she appeared earlier, she disappeared again.
“And I didn’t even get her cell number,” Dean muttered.
It was later than it should have been when they got started driving. As a result they didn’t cover as much distance as they would have liked. The roadhouse was almost 20 hours away from New Orleans, and they’d lose a good bulk of time holed up in darkened rooms. But as Dean thought of it, it was really their day in reverse. It wasn’t like they drove the car ‘round the clock.
And so, three nights later, in the wee hours of the morning, they arrived at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, but it wasn’t until the fourth night they finally went to tell Ellen the news. Sam was able to go for longer periods without feeding, but still liked to order room service just for the pretty girl who would deliver the food. They kept up the appearance of eating, but still found ways to obtain blood for nourishment. Stopping at a Necropolis was certainly much better, but there were times where they had to get creative.
Sam entered the Roadhouse first, and saw Ellen behind the bar, pouring a few beers.
“Sam Winchester?” She said, surprised when she saw him. She came out from behind the bar, put the beer mugs on the correct table, and went over to him.
“How’re you doing, honey? I’ve been hearing about some strange things going on.”
“Yeah, Dean told me.” At her questioning look, he added, “Bobby called, said you might want to see us. We have something we need to tell you, too.”
“We? Is Dean here too?” she asked in a disapproving tone.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Dean said from against the wall, where he’d been observing the whole exchange.
“Now that you’re here, what do y’all have to tell me?” Ellen turned away, picked up some empty mugs from an empty table and went back to the counter. She started rinsing the mugs automatically.
“Gordon’s dead,” Sam said without any preamble. Ellen dropped the mug she was holding into the metal sink and looked up. From the back of the room, the brothers heard a small squeak.
“Dead? Gordon Walker?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yes ma’am,” Sam said.
“How - ” Ellen’s voice was almost a whisper. “How did it happen?”
“He was on a hunt, and somethin’ got to him,” Sam suggested.
“Really now?” Ellen said skeptically.
“Really.” Dean answered this time, coming up to lean on the bar. “We heard that he was hunting another hunter - rogue, or something,” Dean theorized.
“Or something,” came a new voice from somewhere behind Ellen. It was Jo, and she was holding a cross up in front of her, in a foolish attempt to keep Dean away.
“Only works if you believe in it, honey,” Dean told her, and held his hand out for her to give it to him. She put it on the counter, and backed away, not wanting to go up in the flames it would make when Dean touched it.
Instead, as before, Dean reached out to take it. It was well-crafted, made from silver, and Dean noticed the “925” stamped into the back of the simple cross. It was getting a little warm in his hand for the fact it was silver. He looked back up at Jo; his eyes were gold and his fangs extended. Jo squeaked again, and scrambled back into the back room.
“I’ll see if she’s all right,” Sam said, and followed her.
Dean and Ellen watched Sam go after Jo.
“You trust him?” she asked, arching a brow at him.
“He’s my brother, why wouldn’t I?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“What he told us - about the visions, the Demon - ”
“Demon’s gone,” Dean said, interrupting her before she could continue.
“What?” Ellen said the word deliberately, as if to make certain she heard it right. “The thing that killed my Bill - ?” At Dean’s nod, she practically broke down and sobbed, “Thank god it’s over!”
Dean cringed. It was over, but he wasn’t going to be the one to tell her the truth about it all.
~*~
“Hey, Jo.”
“Oh, hey Sam,” Jo said over her shoulder as she was stacking boxes of beer bottles. Sam leaned casually against the counter, watching her. He watched her curves, the way her body moved. Granted she was a thin thing, but that was all right for Sam. His eyes traveled the length of her body, and stopped at her neck. It was hiding behind her hair, but Sam could hear the blood pulsing though her veins.
“So you sent Gordon after me,” he said, making it a statement of fact.
“You’re a danger to us,” she said. “It’s not - you’re not normal,” she added lamely.
“Yeah, I could have told you that,” Sam agreed. After a moment of watching her stack the boxes, he called her name, softly, tenderly.
“Jo.” It was almost a whisper, and she had to look up to make sure she actually heard her name. Sam was smiling at her oddly. There were no other words for it. There was something in his eyes, there seemed to be flecks of gold in his greenish eyes.
“Sam?” her voice was not as harsh has it had been, and there may have been some curiosity in it. What was wrong with her, that she was looking at Sam like she wanted to eat him up? She’d never had thoughts of Sam like this before, not that she had any thoughts of Sam before.
She came closer, to stand in front of him. She looked up at him, and wow, he was tall, she thought. She put a reassuring hand on his arm, and without knowing how it happened, he had his hands around her waist, holding her close, and he’d leaned down to kiss her on the lips. And she felt herself responding. She wanted to.
But there was something - wrong.
She pushed away from him for a moment.
“No, Sam,” she murmured. “We shouldn’t,” she attempted to protest.
He cupped her cheek in one hand, and turned her face to look up at his. He still had the gold flecks there, but his fangs were hidden.
“Sure we should,” he said softly, tenderly, and kissed her again.
She was the one who broke the kiss and nestled against his warm hand. As if in a daze, she moved his hand to hold it up to her mouth, and kiss his palm. Slowly, she sucked on each fingertip at a time. When she got to his ring finger, she noticed a small cut on the tip.
“You have a little cut here, I’ll just - ” and she popped the finger in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt her mouth filling up with the metallic-tasting liquid. She felt like she might gag, but Sam spoke at that moment.
“It’s all right, just swallow slowly, you’ll be fine,” he said reassuringly. And when she finally swallowed, she realized it was all okay.
“Sam?” she asked, “what are we doing?” She didn’t know why, but she wanted to reach up and kiss him again.
“Nothing that doesn’t need to be doing,” he replied back softly, taking her hand and placing it on his cheek. He kissed the inside of her wrist, and then ever-so-carefully, pierced the skin with a fang, and started to drink. His other arm was around her waist, holding her.
At this sensation, Jo closed her eyes and rolled her head back. She moaned, but later denied she did. The feel of Sam’s tongue and lips on her...
The door opened and Dean’s voice interrupted them.
“Hey Sammy, you ready to g-” He realized what was happening. “Ok, awkward,” he muttered, now knowing how Sam must have felt all those times when Dean was with Maya. He turned to leave.
Sam picked his head up from Jo’s wrist to turn to his brother.
“Soon as I’m done here,” he said, and turned back to Jo, his eyes golden and fangs tinged pink with blood. Jo stifled another squeak and then looked at her wrist. There were two neat little puncture holes there.
“What the hell, Sam?!?” Sam moved his hand from her back and she staggered backwards. “What have you done to me, Sam Winchester?” she hissed at him.
“You’ll know when the time comes,” he said cryptically, smiling at her through his fangs. He followed Dean out of the back room.
In the main room, Ellen was washing a few vacant tables.
“Everything all right?” she demanded.
“Yep, we’re good. We’re going,” Dean said, keys in hand.
“You better,” Ellen said. “This is the last time I’ll let you in here. Much as I hate to do it,” she said, not really sounding sorry.
Dean was outside and waiting for Sam, but he heard everything his brother said to Ellen.
“We’ll be back, and you really can’t stop us. That whole “inviting a vampire in” lore is for private homes - not the Roadhouse.” Sam smiled slightly at Ellen. “Jo will be fine. She might say things that might not make sense for a few days, but that’s normal.”
“If you hurt her, I’ll -” Ellen vaguely threatened.
“You’ll what?” Sam said, and this time gave her a wide smile, showing her his fangs.
And for the first and only time, in her life, Ellen Harvelle fainted.
~*~
They reached Bobby’s about an hour before dawn. With no motel close enough, they created a makeshift shelter with the cars on the edge of the property, and the special blanket. Since they’d fed before leaving the Roadhouse, they’d be all right for real sustenance. Bobby would probably offer them a beer, Dean figured.
Bobby would want to know about these demon-killing vamps.
And Bobby could read each of brothers like an open book.
Bobby needed to be told about John, too.
Just as the last rays of the sun slipped past the horizon, Dean woke. He hoped Sam wasn’t hungry. There had been times in the recent past where they needed to feed from each other when things were scarce, but it was awkward. It was difficult adjusting to a nocturnal life, but now they had Jo at their beck and call, in case they needed to travel or have something done during the day. There was only one drawback to that, Dean realized. She’d have to drive the Impala. Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“Ready, Dean?” he heard Sam ask, interrupting his silent musings.
“If you are.”
To keep up the pretense, they took the car around front to the house, and parked it in the driveway, which already had a few cars in various states parked on it.
Bobby opened the door, beer in hand.
“You boys certainly took your time getting here,” he said.
“Had to make a stop at the Roadhouse,” Dean explained.
“Hmm. Ellen Harvelle. How is she these days?”
“She’s doing all right,” Sam said, remembering Ellen’s reaction to his fangs.
“What’re y’all doing out here on the stoop? Come on in,” said Bobby, slightly puzzled at this behavior. When they came in, he just scratched his head in puzzlement, and offered them beers.
Sam cleared a place on a couch that was covered in books and papers and made a place to sit and drink his beer. Dean sat at the table.
“Got something to show you boys,” Bobby said, putting a roll of paper on the table near Dean. “I’ve been monitoring Demon activity for the past few months.” He unrolled the paper on the tabletop, revealing a map of the United States. “See all the red dots?” he said.
Sam came over to the table and sat down across from Dean, and they looked at the map with no red dots.
“Uhh, Bobby?” Dean looked up at his father’s friend and wondered if he hadn’t had too much moonshine. “There are no red dots.”
“Exactly. There’s no activity. Nothing. Not even exorcisms.” He sat at the table and watched the brothers a moment as they studied the map.
“You boys all right? You’re both looking quite pale.”
Dean coughed. “Yeah, we’re good. Must be somethin’ going ‘round.”
“Yeah.” Bobby pondered that a moment. “Haven’t heard from your daddy lately.”
“Neither have we,” said Sam, before he could stop himself.
“Sammy,” Dean cautioned.
“What?” Sam shot back at him. Dean gave him a look that said knock it off I’m your big brother and I can beat you up look, and Sam turned back to Bobby.
“Sorry, Bobby. He, uhm,” Sam swallowed. “He’s dead. The Demon killed him.”
“Well, what happened?”
“We don’t know, we weren’t there,” Dean said. “He just said he had something to take care of, and when we looked in to it, Dad was dead.”
Bobby was silent at this news. Despite raising his sons like soldiers to fight the demons of the dark, and being an ornery son of a bitch at times, John did do good things with his life as well.
“Well, hell, I’m sorry ‘bout that. For all his faults, John did do three things right,” Bobby said.
The brothers were silent a moment. Bobby was right. Without Mary, there would have been no Dean or Sam. That was three. Dean smiled, keeping his lips closed.
“And now? What’s this I’m hearing about vampires killing demons?” he sounded genuinely confused at this prospect.
“That’s crazy, Bobby. You hitting the moonshine again?” Sam asked.
Dean fixed his brother with another glare. Get out of my head, he sent to Sam, who reeled back as if he’d been slapped. Bobby stood up and went over to him, and put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder.
Without thinking, Sam growled out, and looked up at Bobby with golden eyes. Bobby snatched his hand from Sam’s shoulder.
“Hey Bobby?”
“Yeah, Dean?” Bobby said, still cautiously watching Sam to make sure he didn’t lash out at him or something worse.
“Those demon-hunting vamps?”
“Not real, right? It’s that Trickster friend of yours, yeah?”
“Nah, they’re real. What’s the first rule of vampire lore, Bobby?” Dean asked.
“They have to be invited...” His voice trailed off as he moved his gaze from Sam to Dean across the table. “...in,” he finished lamely, as he saw Dean smile, showing his fangs. Dean gave a little wave.
Bobby backed up, so he was against the wall. His eyes were fixed on Dean, and his fangs. And then his golden eyes. Bobby turned back to Sam, frantically hoping that Sam didn’t have fangs either. Something in him sank when Sam smiled to show his pointed incisors. Bobby sank down to the floor in a daze.
A million things went through his mind, and he tried to sort through them all, process information, and think things through for a moment. When he finally spoke, it was to Dean.
“Your daddy - he tried to deal with the Demon, didn’t he?”
Dean nodded. “Tried to offer himself to make me human again.”
“Do I want to know who did it to you?”
“Probably not,” Dean said.
“She got a name?”
“Yep,” but that was all Dean offered.
“And Sam?” Bobby just turned his head to the younger brother. The floor had gotten quite comfortable.
“Don’t know,” Sam said. “I have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been this way. There was this guy, Jake - tried to kill me. Dean saved me.”
“Wait - are you saying - Dean?” Bobby stuttered, trying to figure it out, but gave up after a moment. John’s boys - vampires.
“And - and the Demon?” he finally asked.
“Gone,” Sam said.
“How?”
“Probably better you don’t know,” Dean replied. He stood up and went over to Bobby, and offered him his hand. Bobby gingerly took it, and Dean helped him to his feet.
“So... you’re really still the same Winchesters?”
“With fangs,” Sam smiled.
“And a slight sunlight allergy,” Dean added.
“Not going to kill me in my sleep? Should I buy garlic?”
“Why? You making spaghetti?” Dean asked, and all three laughed.
...learn about Maya in " Dreams of the Past"
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© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Maya, the Necropolis, and Katy Johansson are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, MoonDropz, Valeria, ClarksMuse and MorphingLanes. Title by BandCqulsJ. Dean, Sam and John Winchester; Deacon, Bobby Singer, Ellen, Jo and Bill Harvelle were created by Eric Kripke, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Cade Foster was created by Chris Brancato, Francis Ford Coppola, Larry Sugar, and Pearson Television. “Moon Over Bourbon Street” from “Dream of the Blue Turtles” by Sting, ©1985.