Beautiful banner is a manip by apieceofcake

Fandom: SPN X-Over Twilight
Title: Possession
Authors: Cas (virtualpersonal) and Fetish of sam_dean_fetish (Cheapen The Moment)
Pairing: Vamp!Sam/Dean, the Cullen family (from Stephenie Meyer’s “Twilight”)
Rating/Warnings: NC 17; Slash; light vamp bloodplay (Sam and Dean are not brothers in this fic), there is one attempted rape scene but not by either of them
Characters: SPN, Twilight and the characters from these t.v. shows and movies/books are not ours, we're just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments.

Summary: For years, Sam Cullen has been held and tortured, death denied to him because he's a vampire. When Dean Winchester saves him and Sam gets a whiff of Dean's intoxicating scent, a new sort of torture ensues. He could just end it, end Dean's life and find peace, but their history as well as feelings that run deeper than Dean could ever understand, make that an impossible solution. How far will he allow the human brat of a teenager to push him before all hell explodes? Setting: Partly in Forks.

Prior Chapters Here



Sam had driven for hours, not knowing where to go or what to do. He didn't want to go running home, he'd have to hear Rosalie's 'I told you so's' for hours, Alice would be pissed, and his brothers would likely avoid him like the plague. He didn't want to go back to Dean's either, he was still too hurt and upset. He didn't understand how after everything, Dean could say things like that to him. Sure, he got that Dean's family were hunters, and that their son’s involvement with a vampire went against what they believed ... but dammit all, it didn't mean it hurt any less when it was said out loud, or when Dean said it like his love was a favor.

He’d ended up pulling his Camero to a stop in front the bondage club he had gone to with Dean. He wasn't even sure why he was there. But, he decided to go in anyway, maybe mingling with people would get his mind off the pain. Inside, he’d blended into the shadows of the bar, not really taking to anyone and definitely not drinking any of the horrid concoctions that they served.

Sam’s gaze and thoughts were focused on the same mattress on the other side of the room where he’d had that first day dream. Images of himself and Dean on it, tangled and sweaty dancing in his brain, he hardly realized anyone else was nearby until someone approached. The stranger had introduced himself and didn't seem to know how to take no for an answer, which in light of Sam's current mood was not a very smart thing. Between Sam's state of near arousal at the thoughts of Dean that had been running through his mind, the sweet scent of blood and the beat of a heart so close as the man leaned in to whisper things in Sam's ear, and the ache in Sam's heart at the thought that he was, in Dean's eyes, in truth, a monster. Sam had found himself feeding before he knew what was happening.

Luckily, the monster in question seemed to have the remains of a heart, as Sam had all but shoved the man away before he could drain him dry. He had turned and fled the club in a blur after that. That was four hours ago.

Parking in front of Dean's house, Sam leapt up to the bedroom window and let himself in, entering quietly as he found Dean laying sprawled on their bed, appearing to be fast asleep.

Dean's hand instinctively went under his pillow for the gun, but he lifted his head and saw Sam's distinctive shape. "Remembered you got a home?" He just moved over, eyes blazing as he stared at the vampire.

Sam gave a curt nod as he pulled off his shirt and toed off his shoes, "Something like that," he answered, voice flat. Sam didn't remove his jeans, before moving to lay down on the bed, keeping to 'his side'.

A little time passed, and Dean couldn't get comfortable. This wasn't how they slept usually, dammit. And he wasn't gonna. Lifting up, he rolled closer and lay his head on Sam's chest, pressing his nose into his throat. He sniffed. Frowned, then sniffed again, before jackknifing to a sitting position. "Where were you?" He knew Sam hadn't been with his family, none of them smoked.

Sam looked up at Dean a long moment, "How is it exactly you would answer that question? Oh right, out."

"Don't be cute, it's too fucking late for that." Ordinarily Dean wouldn't have persisted, but the fact that Sam was being secretive made him wonder. "Where Sam?"

Sam sighed, "I went to that club, the bondage one. Why?"

That had not been the answer Dean expected. He was silent for a long moment. "Exactly. Why?"

Sam quirked a brow at him, "Why?.. what?"

"Why did you go there? You don't go to clubs Sam. And a bondage club, alone?" As ideas formed in Dean's mind, his voice became harder. "What were you doing there," he demanded, his words spaced out.

"I didn't know where I was going. I just..." he shrugged and sighed, "ended up there. It wasn't like I planned it."

"What wasn't planned?" He was good at picking up subtle hints, and Sam was no good at hiding things, it wasn't in the vampire's nature. "Sam, what wasn't planned." When he didn't answer fast enough, Dean scrambled off the bed and stared down at him. "Cut the crap. I'm not playing twenty questions. Tell me what the fuck happened, what did you do? Did you let someone else fuck you Sam? Did you fuck someone?" He thought about the bondage equipment, the effect it had on Sam that one night they'd been there. But it couldn't hold Sam... no way, none of it had been made of special materials. As possibilities ran through his mind, Dean got tenser.

Sam sat up with a huff, "No, Dean! I didn't fuck anyone and no one fucked me! I'm not you!" he glared at him, "I had a bite. That was all, it wasn't my fault. The guy wouldn't leave me alone, kept leaning in and telling me I smelled like Creme de Mint," he huffed, turning his head away, "I'd been thinking about you and me and..." Sam licked his lips, shook his head, "I was kinda aroused, I could hear his heart, smell his blood and..." he huffed and pulled from the bed, "somehow this monster was able to pull away before it was too late. But, at least you don't have to worry, it wasn't you. Your father is safe from spinning in his grave tonight."

The blood shot straight to Dean's temples. Eyes filled with fire, he strode toward Sam. "Let me get this straight. Some random guy gave you a compliment, told you smell like mint, and you fucking gave it up for him? Sonovabitch... Sam, sonovabitch," he pushed him back against the wall, eyes wild. "Because I don't want to be a vampire, it gives you the right to go and give some guy the mind fuck of his life?" His chest heaved as he remembered the night Sam drank from him... pure ecstasy, hours and hours of it, and now Sam had given it to some other guy. Gripping Sam's waistband and belt, he pulled him back and then shoved him again. "Sonovabitch."

Sam gripped Dean's wrist in his hand, "Dean, just stop." he moved his hand away from him, "I didn't give anything 'up' to the guy. I told him to beat it, that I wasn't interested. Then before I realized what was happening I had grabbed him and was drinking. It wasn't on purpose and I didn't kill him." he huffed and pulled away from the wall, "Can we just forget about this? Please? I got the hell out of there after that and came home."

Dean grabbed his arm and swung him back around. "No we can't fucking forget about it," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "You really think it's alright, what you did? That I'll be okay with it? No you don't... you fucking know it isn't okay or you wouldn't have been all cagey about it."

"You don't have to scream at me, I'm right here. I'm not being 'cagey', but, do I think what I did was okay? No, I don't, Dean. I drank from someone. I could have killed him! So, no, I think it's far from 'okay' and I feel like shit about it, but I don't need you pointing out to me how wrong it was! Alright!? I know!"

"You gave him what was mine, damn you. Damn you," voice lowered to a whisper Dean turned away from him before he could see the goddamned tears pricking his eyes. Raising his arm to prevent Sam from coming around to face him, he stalked to the window, taking in a few cool breaths, his emotions warring uncontrollably inside him.

Sam frowned at him in confusion, watching as he walked to the window, "Dean, I told you. I never touched him other than to drink from him, okay? God... I wouldn't do that. I..." he sighed, "you might think I'm a monster, but I'm better then that!" he huffed as he hung his head shaking it.

Sam walked toward the stairs, "I'll leave you so you can get some sleep. I'll just be downstairs."

Ten minutes later, Dean walked down the stairs, shrugging his jacket on and storming right past Sam and out the door. He was still fuming, and hurt, but worst of all, he hadn't been able to vent. He fumbled with the keys, and finally got the car door open.

Sam walked out the door, standing on the porch, "Are you going to stay angry at me forever? I know what I did was wrong, reckless. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he descended the porch stairs, "Where are you going?"

"Out," Dean ground out, using Sam's own words. "Why?" This time he parroted his own question to Sam from earlier. "Because I'm going to find myself some guy or girl who likes my cologne and then I'm gonna have some hot phone sex with them, but it's okay Sam... because nothing will have happened, it's just talk. You know the drill. Have a fun day." He slammed his door shut and started the car.

"GOD DAMMIT!" Sam screamed at him, rushing to Dean's car with vampire speed and lifting the front end. "Don't be a fucking asshole! I didn't fucking talk sex with the jerk! What the hell is your problem!?"

Rolling his windows down, Dean demanded Sam let go of the car. Goddammit he was gonna break the Impala and if he did.... "Shit." He turned the car off and waited for Sam to set it down, then opened the door and advanced on him. "You didn't? What happened when you drank from me Sam? What happened... what, you got short vampire memory all of a sudden? You don't remember my trance... you gave that to someone else, and I'm okay with it? Well fuck you, Sam. I'm going to give what's only yours... phone sex... to someone else. Then I wanna hear you say how okay it is. Now don't fucking touch my car again, or I will break you," he shouted, pointing at his chest.

Sam glared at him, "Oh, we're playing tit for tat? I guess that means I get to go fuck some random whores then... oh wait, but YOU wouldn't feel it like I would... same goes with making out with so damn many I can't count them all. I know... after I fuck you, may be I can tell you how you're just a fucking HUMAN and how MY dad is probably up in our EXPENSIVE house thinking that I'VE lost MY fucking mind for being with YOU! Then maybe we'll be even! Huh? How would THAT be, Dean!? ONLY after I hurt you like that, only THEN do you have the right to ACCIDENTLY have phone sex because your heart is breaking and you've been thinking about me and someone won't leave you alone and all you can hear is their heart and... " Sam turned and smashed a fist into a tree, "FUCK!" the answering sound of wood splintering before the tree tumbled over filled the air.

"Shit!" Dean jumped at the sound, his heart racing even faster. His face snapped back toward Sam who knew damned well that Dean hadn't made out or done anything with anyone but him ever since he returned from Canada. As for the rest of the crap he was spewing... "You're twisting my words. I never insulted you for being a ..." he didn't say the word, wary of the neighbors... unlike Sam who should be. "If what I said hurt, I'm sorry... but you took it all wrong, and instead of asking me you fucking took off to a goddamn club. When have you gone to a club before?" he gave a snort. From what he knew, Sam had been dragged to Ginks a couple of times but hardly stepped into clubs and bars before hanging out with him.

He took a couple of deep breaths, trying not to imagine what mint-breath-guy at the club looked like, trying to beat down his emotions and be rational this time. "What if I was a werewolf, Sam? What if you loved me. You think you'd let me change you into one?" He raised his hands up to cut off arguments. "Forget whether it's possible. Would you let me? Would you really not care what Carlisle and Esme and all the others would think? Be honest here, your family holds a lot of power over you. Well so does mine, Goddamit. They may be gone, but they're still there in the back of my mind."

Sam clenched his jaw, glaring at Dean, not answering for a few moments. "No. I wouldn't, vampire's don't lie with dogs. So, it wouldn't happen anyway..." he huffed, "but if it did, I... probably not." he told him, his voice lowering, the anger subsiding from his tone. "It's not why I left... I left when you hurt me. There's a difference between saying 'no' and saying that your parents would be rolling in their grave."

"Because my parents are dead... and it's just a saying Sam." Dean shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Same as you maybe saying your Alice would tear me to shreds if I were a werewolf and tried to change you. Or hey, they're always threatening me, right?" He looked up at Sam. "You know my dad. You know him. Tell me I'm wrong. It's just a fact, Sam... nothing to do with you and me, or how I feel about you. Dammit you know I don't care that you're a vamp... hell, I kinda like it... especially when you flash those fangs at me. Just me." Though he was trying to be funny, his last words were edged in steel.

Sam shook his head, gaze on the ground, "It's not an expression. Alice would tear you to shreds." He looked up at Dean, nodding, "Yeah, well, knowing how your parents feel about the supernatural is a lot different than having it tossed in your face. Sorry, but it hurt. I can respect that you don't want to be what I am. Fine. Whatever. You'll grow old and one day and I'll have to watch you die, but somehow, I'll deal with it. Until then, I just don't like hearing about how your parents wouldn't like to know about us."

Sam looked away, "I know what I am," he looked back at Dean, "I was never given the choice of whether I wanted it or not. I'd never force this on someone else." Raising a hand, Sam wiped at his eyes and sniffled, "I didn't mean to drink. I know it makes me no better than the vamps you hunt, I'm sorry. It..." he shook his head, "I have no excuse. I should have been stronger, forgive me...please?"

"No."

The single word cracked like a whip in the otherwise silent front yard. Dean crossed the lawn and stood right in front of Sam, eyes drilling into hazel gold. "Not unless you promise me you won't drink from anyone... not ever again. And... I want you to drink from me, right now... no excuses... I want you to do it right now, get that guy's taste out of your mouth." He walked, forcing Sam toward the porch.

Sam backed up the stairs until he was pressed against the door, golden hazel intent on green he shook his head. "I -I swear, I'll never drink from anyone else, but I can't - I can't drink from you. I shouldn't have drunk from him! I could have killed him! I don't know how I stopped, but I did, I heard his heart skip a beat and I stopped, I knew it was...." Sam frowned, "time." he shook his head, "I don't even know what that means! I can't..."

Pushing his hand behind Sam's back, Dean opened the door, forcing Sam through it, then whipping around to press him against it again, this time protected from the view of neighbors who might have heard the ruckus and gotten up right before dawn. His gaze was locked with Sam's. "That’s not gonna cut it. I said no excuses. You stopped for him, you will goddamn stop for me." And he had before, so why the fuck was he acting as if it was impossible. "Do it." Gritting his teeth, Dean grabbed a handful of the shirt Sam had thrown on, and pulled him down at the same time arching his neck and pressing his throat against Sam's mouth. "Do it."

"Dean..." Sam's words were cut off as his lips hit Dean's neck, flat against the pulse there. A small whimper sounded in Sam's throat, as his arms wrapped around Dean, his tongue darting out to lick the line of veins on the side of Dean's neck, small undetectable ones to the naked eye, but ones he could feel blood moving through on the end of his tongue. "Dean... I'm scared of hurting you..." He complained softly, arms tightening around him, "what if I don't stop, what if I drain you?" he groaned, "your blood... it's not the same... tastes better, richer, sweeter to me... it excites me."

No amount of explanation would cut it for Dean. Sam could tell him he was sorry twenty days from Sunday, he could explain, he could give his excuses, but Dean was fixated on one thing... Sam tasted someone else, and that someone was out there having the time of his life just about now, probably imagining himself fucking Sam's brains out. "You gave away what was mine tonight. You give it back to me Sam, or I will never forgive you." He rubbed his throat back and forth against Sam's mouth, feeling his pulse jump.

Sam gasped, shuddered, tears stinging his eyes as he fought instinct, fought with his emotions, fear and bloodlust riding him. "Dean..." he whispered his name, choking back a sob as his lip curled, revealing is fangs. "I don't want to..." he cried softly, tears running from his eyes even as his fangs sank into Dean's neck and he drank deeply.

The initial sting of pain was nothing compared to the feeling of Sam's mouth working his throat, dragging in his lifeblood with every swallow, pulling him deeper and deeper into a pain free world where they could be together however they wanted. No stupid chains on Sam. No dodging his fangs. No stopping to check his eyes. None of that.

A groan broke out of Dean as he felt Sam undress him, then hold him tight like he'd never leave him. They kissed wildly as Dean protested all the clothes Sam was still wearing. It wasn't fair. And then Dean couldn't think anymore, not when Sam had him laying back on the stairs, and his head was between his legs. Dean made another deep sound at the first touch of Sam's mouth closing around his cock. "Yes... yes Sam, just like that... just like that..." his eyes rolled back as he became lost in a world of pleasure.

Sam he cried softly as he drank, unsure that he would be able to stop, after long moments, after fighting against the bloodlust, fighting against his desire to take everything Dean had to give him, Sam pulled his head back with an audible gasp, Dean falling limp in his arms. He could still hear his beating heart, still hear the blood singing through Dean's veins. Thank God... he had stopped in time.

Sam reached down, scooping Dean into his arms as though he weighed nothing and carried him up the stairs to their bed, laying him down gently before joining him, pulling him into his arms and holding him. Sam sniffled as he watched, listened to Dean. He had no idea what it was Dean was seeing, no idea what was happening in Dean's mind, but one thing he did know, Dean was apparently very turned on by it. Sam could smell his arousal, feel his lust... Sam groaned softly, squeezing his eyes closed as he laid his forehead against Dean's head. "I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered.

"Not mint... cookies... not mint... cookies..." Dean chanted over and over, not knowing why as he lifted his hips and fucked Sam's mouth. God he felt so good, so wet around his cock, sucked so hard. "Sam... good Sam... more..." he threw his head back, watching his vampire from under his lashes. "Sam..."

Sam ran a hand through Dean's hair, fighting against his own arousal, fighting to not make this into something more, to not undress Dean and take from him, to do the things that were coming to him, flashing through his mind unbidden.

His teeth ached, blood pounded in his temples, he wanted more, more of Dean, more of his blood, he wanted... wanted too fucking much so badly... Sam groaned deep in his throat, as his arms tightened around Dean, holding him close. "I'm here, baby. Shshsh, so sorry. I got ya." Sam dropped a kiss onto the side of Dean's head as a passionate whine left his lips.

* * *

Hours later Dean woke, disoriented. "Sam?" The scent of chocolate chip cookies reassured him. He dropped a kiss on Sam's collar bone, and smiled. "So tired. We really went at it." The haze was lifting from his eyes and reality was slowly sinking in. "Wish you could have been there, I mean for real."

Sam gave a tight smile, a mere slight lifting of the corners of his mouth, "I had my own demons to battle back here in reality, thanks." he looked away. "I don't think it's like that for everyone." He looked back at Dean, "I mean, the pleasure you feel... with me after my bite. When I killed those doctors, I know it wasn't... there were no moans or sounds of pleasure, only screams. I think you're different."

Dean stiffened. "And what about your cream of mint bondage boy?" Dammit, did Sam have to remind him already?

Sam sighed, shrugging a shoulder, "Like I know? I didn't hang around and interview the idiot," he huffed, "I split. Ran like hell. I shoved him away and ran."

"Huh." Okay, whether he believed Sam or not, he'd promised to forgive. This was Dean forgiving him. "You're in so much trouble Sam." Pulling out of his embrace, he sat straight. "That tree you broke? It's hundreds of years old and protected."

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, "What are they gonna do? Kill me?" he huffed, "Let them try. Arrest me? They have to catch me first. So, again, why exactly am I suppose to be worried?" he quirked a brow.

Dean shrugged. "If its me they grab, guess you can visit me in jail. Or better yet, be my jail mate. We could have sex all night and when we're bored during the day... more sex." Stretching, he leaned over and kissed Sam. "Did I mention you gave me a work out. Hungry. Gonna go down and find something to eat."

Sam eyed Dean, shaking his head, "Food is really disgusting, you know? And the stuff you eat is likely bad for you. You should let me take you out somewhere. Someplace nice." he sighed, "I think I'll call Alice on her cell."

"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Dean padded down the stairs. Looked like Sam had taken his boots off for him. Once he reached the kitchen, he looked in the fridge. There was half a pastrami sandwich from the day before, or he could make cereal. Nah, reaching for the sandwich, he nuked it and headed back upstairs.

Sam's eyes met Dean as he walked into the room. "Eating." Sam said into his cell to Alice. He had already told her about having had sex with Dean, about drinking from Dean during during sex. He'd gone on to tell her about the fight, the guy at the club and then Dean's demand that he drink from him. She had asked what Dean was doing now, and that simple word was her answer.

Open mouthed, Dean stared at Sam. They'd just talked about this, hadn't they? "TMI," he pointedly said, glaring at Sam but getting no reaction.

"It's all he does. Screw and eat... I think he'd be happiest if I turned into a sandwich, then he could screw and eat at the same time." Sam grumbled, watching Dean eat.

Since the worst of the over-sharing was done, Dean sat on the bed and spoke around a big mouthful of his sandwich. "I'd be happiest if half of you turned into a sandwich, extra onions, and the other half was pie. Mmm," he licked his lips for good measure and leered. He'd just had sex for hours on end and nothing was gonna ruin his mood.

Sam frowned, "He thinks I'm in trouble for knocking over a tree."

Dean nodded. "Big time."

He shrugged at what Alice asked him and answered, "I was pissed, it was there."

Rolling his eyes, Dean took another bite.

"I dunno, he says it's protected." Sam told her then chuckled, "Yeah, that's what I told him. Like to see anyone try. Of course, that might be. I haven't eluded anyone in a long time." Sam told her thoughtfully.

As if Dean planned to allow anyone to even get close to Sam. He already had a story for the authorities, and all he needed was for Sam to either hide or keep his mouth shut. Lying was not a skill he'd picked up.

He chuckled, to what she said as he eyed Dean, "Nah, I don't think he's into that. Besides, the way it would end wouldn't be good for me out in the open. What if a hunter showed up?" he laughed again, "Well, Emmett's an idiot."

"Into what?" Using his thumb, Dean stroked the last remnants of mayo and mustard off his lips, then licked his finger. "Well?"

Sam made a disgusted sound and rolled his eyes, "He's licking that white stuff and that yellow stuff off his fingers. Blah." he chuckled, "Hold on, he wants to know about the woods idea."

Sam moved the cell slightly away from his mouth, "Alice said you could hunt me, but I told her that probably wouldn't be a good idea," he told Dean then moved the phone back, "I'm back." he told Alice.

"Hunt you? For what?" Eyebrows raised, he added, "is that a vampire in-joke or something?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "hold on again, Alice." he moved the cell, "I mentioned your worry that I was in trouble about the tree," he shrugged, "I was telling her it might be fun to elude someone again, I haven't done that in a long time. She suggested I let you hunt me." Sam grinned, "But I told her the way it would end probably wouldn't go well for me. If a hunter showed up and I was all vamped out, as you," Sam paused and licked his lips, "took your prize, or I took mine." He grinned wider, waggled his brows, "I think there'd be a hell of a lot of explaining to do."

"I'll hunt you, but you better be ready to give it up when I catch you. Now that's incentive," Dean said, a slow smile spreading over his face. No one was taking his prize, he thought he'd made that clear early this morning.

Sam rolled his eyes and spoke back into the cell, "He thinks that because sex is involved I wouldn't do my best to evade him. He seems to think I'm suppose to just give up." He laughed at her words, "That’s what I thought!"

Dean made a face. "You have no faith in me. And stop talking about me like I'm not here." He didn't know whether he should ask what Alice said or not, the answer might irritate him. Nope, nothing would irritate him today, he was in too good a mood. "Shouldn't she be in class?"

Sam stopped laughing to look at Dean, "She's in the hall." he told Dean, "What? No. Yeah, he wanted to know why you weren't in class. Because this is the hundredth time you've went through high school." He nodded, "I know," Sam looked at Dean and frowned, "I don't think he understands just how old we are. No! I am not going to call him Sonny! You are a sick woman!" he laughed.

"Better not, or I'll remind you of who was a hundred year old virgin." Smirking, Dean pushed off the bed and walked to Sam, putting an arm around him, he kissed his throat, then the corner of his mouth. "It's time to say goodbye. I finished eating, so its back to screwing now."

Sam's eyes strayed to Dean as he listened to Alice, "Yeah, I need to go, Dean's done eating, so... Yeah, I'll be sure to tell Dad about drinking from Dean and...uh, the other stuff. Yeah, I know. I'll call him later. Okay. Love you too. Bye." Sam hung up the cell. "Remind me I have to call my dad later and tell him what happened here," Sam shrugged, "He'd want to know."

"You told Alice... that means you already told the whole damned world." Dean griped. "You're lucky I'm in a great mood, or else I'd remind you about how some facts are private. How come you don't know that concept?"

Sam frowned, "Alice isn't the whole world and who's she gonna tell? Jasper probably," he thought about it, "Rosalie maybe, of course, she'd tell Emmett, if Jasper didn't tell him first... Still, not the whole world. But, they're my family, you think I'm gonna get laid and not tell them!?" Sam huffed, "the only reason I didn't reach for the phone right after was because you hurt my feelings."

"Oh for God's sake--"

Sam moved to wrap his arms around Dean, "In a couple days Emmett is going on a hunt and I think I'll go with him." He looked at Dean, bit his lip, "It'll be three days, but I think it'll be good."

"Alright." Dean nodded. "And here I thought I was the hunter in the family. What are you gonna hunt?" Leaning into Sam, he looked up. He knew Sam liked fresh kills and the more intense hunting he got on his little trips and didn’t mind. In fact, this time, it would be real convenient for Dean.

Sam quirked a brow, "You know what we hunt. Deer," he shrugged, "It's a lot better then the rabbits and squirrels I used to catch when I was young, well... a young vampire. More blood too. You don't need as many to get full." He frowned, "Man, I was as naive about that as I was about sex! I need to get out more..."

Dean gave him a look. "Just don't get yourself in trouble with all this 'getting out more' business. Now, weren't you saying something about taking me out? We've already missed school so...." Grinning, he started to think about ways they could get into some trouble together.

Sam frowned, "Not that kind of 'out more'." He sighed, but perked up at the thought of taking Dean out, there was this little cafe he'd seen and wondered if Dean would like their food, the area was really nice with a back patio over looking the water and... his thoughts stopped abruptly, "I'm not gonna like this, 'taking you out', am I?" Sam sighed and hung his head in surrender.

Chuckling, Dean pulled him closer and kissed him. "Trust me... I'll make you like it."

* * *

A few days later, Sam took off with Emmett. Before he left, Dean had to suffer through a long lecture about not doing anything dangerous or calling him before he decided to go off on any hunts, and keeping away from fun bar fights. He dutifully shook his head 'yes' but was already planning something that would give Sam a heart attack, if he could get one. Dean wasn't too thrilled about it either, but sometimes you had to do what you had to do to keep people you loved safe.

School sucked as usual. Dean couldn't wait for the day to be over. At lunch time, instead of sitting with friends since Sam wasn't around, he sat in the passenger seat of his car, researching on Sam's lap top. It was equipped with an internal modem and was quickly becoming Dean's favorite item to borrow.

Alice had seen Dean walk out to his car and needed to talk to him, she'd had a vision, one that had disturbed her greatly. She'd talked to Jasper about it and he'd soothed her somewhat, but she couldn't let this one go. Dean was in danger and thus, so was Sam. She'd be damned if she was going to sit by and let something hurt Sam.

Walking out to Dean's car, she stood near the door, watching him silently for a moment before she spoke, "Dean, we need to talk. Now." Her voice was soft, but stern, leaving no room for the teen to argue with her.

Dean looked up, gave a little sigh and nodded for her to get in the drivers seat. As she walked around, he leaned over and opened it, then straightened. "Don't tell me... Sam asked you to check up on me." He was pretty sure that had happened. From the little things Sam said, the things he knew about what Dean had been up to even when Sam was in Canada, told Dean that Sam had his family keep an eye on him when he was gone.

Alice gave a small smile and sighed, "Well, that's not the point," she told him evading the question. Reaching over, she grabbed his hand, pulling it to get his attention. Golden eyes intent on green, she spoke. "I had a vision.... about you." She licked her lips, glancing down at his hand in hers before she looked back up at him, "and it wasn't a very good one. I'm thinking of telling Sam, but I'm afraid to. I don't want anything to happen to him either." Turning slightly, she reached into her pocket and drew out a folded piece of paper, handing it to Dean. "I drew this last night when I had the vision. Anything in it look familiar?"

The irritated and skeptical look he shot her melted away the instant he saw the picture she'd drawn. It looked like he was face down on the ground with someone's heavy boot on the back of his neck. It was unclear to him whether he was supposed to be dead, but the figure of himself sure looked relaxed. Then there were a lot of legs, like people dancing or walking around him as if nothing was wrong. He could tell from the type of clothes they were wearing that it was at the vampire club he was planning on sneaking into tonight.

After taking in every detail and making certain that he'd do everything to prevent this from happening, he passed it back to her. "Thanks for the warning. Don't tell him anything or he will be in danger." He met her gaze.

Alice tore her gaze from his to look down at the picture before looking back at him, "What does it mean, Dean? I saw another vampire drink from you. I saw him change you." She shook her head, "It would kill Sam. I don't know if I can keep this from him. He would hate me forever if I knew this and never told him... if something happened to you..."

He hesitated. He wasn't one to share, though Sam was an exception or maybe Sam was teaching him different, that could be. "You swear if I tell you something, you'll keep it to yourself? None of that Cullen info-sharing?"

Alice nodded, "I can keep a secret, Dean. The things we share aren't secrets. Please, tell me. I'm worried... about both of you."

Dean nodded. "He thinks I've stopped looking for those bastards who had him. I haven't." His gaze swept over her face and seeing no reaction, continued. "If I don't get them, they won't stop. Not ever. They'll catch him again, if not this decade, maybe the next... but it'll happen. I won't let it." His eyes were as hard as flint.

Alice licked her lips, as she shifted in her seat, "Dean," she quirked a perfect brow at him, "He has all of us to protect him, we aren't going to let what happened before happen again. We're indestructible, and we're immortal. You however," she sighed, "you break so easily..."

"You're not gonna let it happen? You have your eye on him every second, Alice? You know you don't. They want him, they've wanted him for a hundred years, nothing's gonna change that except them, six feet under, where I'm gonna put them." He shut the computer off and snapped the lid shut. "If you wanna help, then don't tell him. Minute he sticks his nose in it, he's gonna make a big target of himself because he's who they want. They don't know me from Adam." He hoped he got his point across, because the worst possible scenario would be for Sam to try to handle this.

"I'm going to a club tonight. It’s one where vampires take humans." He saw the disbelief in her eyes. "Mostly another kind of vampire, but I watched from outside once, and there were a couple of your kind too. The club's got a lot of equipment, made of the same metal that can hold Sam... that's not for nothing, Alice." He licked his lower lip. "I need to get to the office, see if there's anything that ties the club to this guy I suspect is the leader of the whole organ stealing thing. You wanna..." he cocked his head to the side, "come as my date?"

Alice eyed him for a long moment before slowly nodding, "I'll go with you... to protect you. If I can't tell Sam, then I need to make certain that nothing bad happens to you. For all our sakes."

"Right... my bodyguard." As bitter a pill as it was, it was true, so he was gonna lump it. "Wear leather and lace," he winked at her. "And no fucking dog leashes." He'd seen humans going into the club on leads, and he had no intention of being one of them. "Pick you up at eight? It's a long drive."

Alice nodded, then turned to reach for the door handle and paused, "Oh, Dean?" she looked back. "Make certain that you wash well before Sam comes back after being with me." With that she exited the car and walked back toward the cafeteria.

He sniffed himself. What, did she think he didn't wash? He washed all the time, especially now that Sam was around to get him dirty. Grinning, he got out of the car and headed for class.

* * *

The club was dark, giving the vampires a big advantage over their human companions... as if they needed one. As much skin as Alice was showing, there were others who barely had any clothes on. Some of them humans, some vamps, all here for sexing and from what Dean could see, they were taking blood too. It looked like the humans were here voluntarily. Some were treated as equals by their vampire lovers, others were on leashes but seemed to be enjoying it. Go figure. Right, he had a boyfriend who liked bondage, so he couldn't judge. Knowing Sam would be appalled by the thought, he chuckled under his breath.

He'd been about to put his arm around Alice and pat her hip, like she was his date when she beat him to it and got her arm around him, patting his ass. He cleared his throat. Right... she was the vamp. "Get you a drink, babe?"

She quirked a brow at him, her rose bud pink lips curling into a small smile, "What I drink is right here." She flirted back, loud enough to be sure that a few who mingled nearby could hear.

Vamp humor, ha ha. He gave what he hoped was a nervous laugh as they headed to the bar and he ordered a beer. No need to be on edge just because half the people in here would probably love to suck him dry. No need for itchy fingers just because he wanted to stake most of them.

Alice watched him, lips pressed together before she moved to stand behind him, pressing her body against his as she rubbed his shoulders, leaning her head down, her lips near his ear, "You keep looking like that and they are going to know that you aren't here for sex and fun. Try not to think about it."

Great... now a vampire was telling a hunter how to con the prey. Okay, so maybe she had a point. Turning his head slightly, he asked, "you into cuffs and things too? Curious." To anyone watching, it would look like they were about to kiss. "I'm serious."

Alice quirked a brow, "Not particularly no. However since Sam's... obsession with you, I've come to appreciate the idea. Though I'd rather he wasn't so into cuffs and rope," she cleared her throat, as she pulled her head back slowly, golden eyes scanning the bar, catching a few looks tossed their way, some of interest, others hostile, before she leaned in again, "How long do you want to mingle before you do what you need to?"

He knew she meant that Sam's needs affected Jasper, which meant she was on the other side of those cuffs and ropes. "Anxious to see the machinery?" Smirking, he pushed away from the bar, bottle still in hand. "Let's see what they got back there."

As they walked through the throng of dancing bodies, some doing a helluvalot more than dancing, someone hooked an arm around his waist and tried to pull him. Clamping down on the stream of curses and fighting like hell against the urge to punch the guy's lights out, Dean stood stock still. What the fuck? Did hanging around Sam suddenly make him attractive to guys?

Alice's gaze snapped to the guy with his grimy mitts on Dean, a snarl sounding in her throat, before she stepped between them, eyes blazing. Grabbing the lesser vampire by the throat, Alice raced him backward, his back slamming into the wall, as she reached for the offending arm with her other hand, turning it with her grasp. There was an audible snap and crack as bones broke and shattered. "Touch what belongs to me again, and I will end you." she growled out through gritted teeth, fangs showing.

The crowd had stilled for only a moment before resuming with their previous activities, apparently such behavior was not out of the norm.

Alice slowly released the vampire before her, stepping back to Dean's side and wrapping an arm around his waist, "Let's go, baby," she muttered to Dean, her slightly darkened golden eyes intent on the vampire.

Holy... Yeah he'd seen Sam go batshit when he was in protective mode, but Alice... despite everything Sam had told him, Dean had trouble believing the slender girl, woman, was a force to be reckoned with. Sure she was strong, he'd seen her in action when the Cullens played football, but strength did not equate to balls, and she had a brass set.

Nodding meekly, though he wanted to cheer, he walked with her and noticed that she only looked ahead after the offending vampire who she was focused on was no longer in sight. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

They walked through several rooms, what people were referring to as 'game rooms.' Dean thought he was pretty hardened and very exposed to porn but some of the shit he was seeing made him blush. They both noted that there was some equipment around that had a bluish glow to it, and a few patrons who were as pale and ethereal as the Cullens.

Soft moans and groans filled the air as they walked through the rooms and halls leading toward the back of the building, the deeper they went, it seemed the harsher and more wild the toys, activities and 'games rooms' became. More and more they were seeing the equipment with that same bluish glow.

"I thought there wasn't so much of this stuff around." Alice whispered to Dean, as she shook her head, "Sam's kinks are nothing compared to this, this is just... sick." she wrinkled her delicate nose as she looked up at him.

Dean agreed quickly. "Sam's not into pain. Or public fucking... I hope," he took her hand and walked her into a dark hallway where the restrooms were. They stood there a while, and he jutted his chin toward a door marked 'authorized personnel only.' Without speaking out loud, he mouthed, "anyone in there?"

Alice frowned as she listened over the sounds of sex filling the air around them. After a moment, she shook her head and tapped her ear. She didn't hear anything. No sounds of movement and no heartbeats sounded from within the room. If anyone was in there, they were vampire and not moving.

He nodded toward the door, and tried the handle. It was locked. "Here's your chance to be all over me," he grinned, dropping half way down on his knees to pick the lock. She was a quick study, if anything, he felt her over his back making all sorts of kissing sounds as she covered his actions. "If it weren't for Sam, Alice baby, I might take you up... ah... remember, only human here, no hitting."

Alice quirked a brow, and would have stopped mid-kissing noises if it weren't so important that she keep going. Instead she reached down and pinched Dean's ass, hard. If she couldn't hit him or say something snappy back, she'd opt for the next best thing.

Grinning, he mentally vowed to tell Sam that detail sometime when all this could come out in the open.

Later, after he'd worked hard at the door and they were done and out of there, Alice would mention how she would have been able to easily of break the lock for him. A satisfied smirk pulled at her lips at the idea of that.

Looking back over his shoulder and checking the hall, Dean slowly pushed the door open and slipped inside. He left Alice out there to deal with anyone that tried to come in, though he knew if she was half as stubborn as Sam, she'd be right there with him. He looked around the office and didn't immediately see anything too strange. Then he quickly and efficiently started going through drawers, searching for any connections to Zacharia Medical Lines, Inc. Invoice, business letters, junk, ledgers, junk... He went through shelves, and looked under them, and finally found a business card from the corporation. Behind it was an address. He pocketed the card and kept looking until he heard a warning scratch on the door.

Standing in the hall was not Alice's idea of a good time, but she wasn't about to pretend that she knew just what exactly he was looking for. Dean was the hunter, not her, at least not of this kind of prey. For a long time, things seemed to be going rather well for them with no one venturing past the last 'game room', but then three men in suits started down her way along with a vampire in dark clothes and matching trenchcoat.

Straightening everything, he slipped back out only to find himself slammed back against the door by Alice. "Whoa... baby," immediately he knew that someone was coming and they really had no business at this end of the hall so they'd better be creating some business. Without any hesitation, he stroked her bare back, and used other hand to lift her leg around his hip, melding their bodies together. "Don't bite," he mouthed, before bringing his mouth over Alice's and hoping like hell that his blood was not too attractive to her.

The idea that she would want his blood the way Sam did was almost laughable, however it wasn't out of the question that she might very well want it if she were to smell it, feel it pumping through his veins, if things got too out of control. Alice wrapped her arms around Dean's neck, hands tangling in his hair as she pressed his head closer, his lips crushed to hers, deepening the kiss. She peeked out of one eye, hearing the men draw closer and let out a low moan as she started to move her hips against Dean's, closing her eye again and trying to make this little seduction scene look as real and legit as possible.

Whoa baby, now he knew... all Cullens were handfuls. Dragging her closer, he kissed back, realizing immediately that due to the presence of vampires this had to not only look good, but he needed to be aroused. How many times had Sam told him it was something he could smell? No problem, as long as he pretended she wasn't Sam's sister, which was a bit of a problem.

Dean slid his hand up her leather skirt, molding her ass closer as he ground his hips against hers. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, tangling it with hers. She tasted good, smelled good... a lure for humans, but even knowing that didn't stop him from reacting. He was growing hard, and hoping like hell that those guys would stop them quick before they had to get much further. Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth over her throat, and opened his eyes so he could see them approach. They were just standing there, evaluating them. Shit!

Alice tilted her head back, her darkened eyes opening, catching sight of the men watching them. Dammit! Moving her hands, she gripped each side of Dean's head, forcing it back hard against the wall, before leaning in to run her tongue from the hollow of his throat up to his chin and over his lips, a soft moan leaving her as she did. "I think we need to find a room before I fuck you and suck you here in the hall, baby," she told him breathlessly, playing the part.

He nodded, his heart banging against his chest. "Let's go," he squeezed her ass one last time, then let her drag him away from the door. As he staggered toward the men watching them, the bulge in his pants was proof enough it had been the real thing. He felt the weight of their stares, and continued to lean into Alice, pushing her against the wall for one more long kiss so it didn't look like they were getting the hell out of there... and then they did.

Once they were outside and on either side of the Impala, he let out a breath and looked at her over the roof. "A -- we're never gonna talk about that again. B -- if Sam happened to be tuned in, then I'm gonna tell him you came to haul my ass out of a vamp sitch at a club and we had to pretend... and that's it, no details about what I was looking into. Agreed?"

Alice nodded, "Agreed. Now take me to your house so I can get your scent off me before I go home, or we've done all this for nothing, because Jasper will kill you," she told him before tugging open the Impala's door and sliding inside.

As he entered the car, his cell phone started to go off and he could see it was Sam. He groaned. "Great... it's ‘everyone wants to kill Dean’ day.'"

* * *

Sam didn't bother to walk Emmett home, didn't finish the hunt, didn't say anything to him at all other than that he was leaving and disappeared. He couldn't believe Dean. After the fight that they had over his feeding off someone and now Dean had been out with some fucking girl, making out again, not to mention getting damn excited about it.

He climbed in through the window, leaves clinging to his hair and clothes, dirt smudged his face, and blood splattered his shirt, but he could give a rats ass right now how he looked as inky dark angry eyes sought out Dean.

"Sam?" Hearing the noise, Dean crossed to the other side of the jacuzzi, reached out and pushed the door open. "In here." The lack of an answer was a warning. He tensed slightly.

Sam walked, jaw tight, muscle twitching as his hands clenched and unclenched into fists at his sides, into the room where he and his family had set up the jacuzzi. He stood in the doorway, glaring down at Dean. "Was she worth it?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Sam's hardened features, dark, angry eyes and the way he was looming over him gave Dean pause. Any joke he may have mustered died on his lips. "There's no she, Sam. Calm down. Give me a chance to explain," he said, forcing himself to meet Sam's eyes. "It's not what you think."

"Lies." The simple word was said with finality. Dark eyes left Dean, darting about the room before returning to him again.
"I'll have my family get my things." he told him, turning on a heel and walking from the room.

"Wait!" Cursing, Dean climbed out of the jacuzzi, and chased after Sam with an unused towel in one hand and dripping water all over the floor. "Sam!" Reaching him, he grabbed his arm, "I swear it wasn't for real. Listen to me, goddamnit. I know you're angry, but I'm telling you it's not what you think. You can ask Alice if you don't believe me. She was there."

Sam glared at him, "My sister was there, Dean? Really?" he huffed, "I find that hard to believe." He eyed Dean, "Mostly because you're still alive." His lip curled, baring his fangs as his eyes darted to Dean's hand on his arm, "Don't touch me."

Dean didn't release him, though he couldn't deny a slight shiver of fear that slid down his spine. No, this was Sam... Sam wouldn't hurt him, no matter what. "I swear to you Sam, it was Alice. I was kissing Alice, because I had to... well..." It had been a lot easier to explain when he was making the damned explanations in his head and not to a fuming vampire. He took a deep breath. "I was at a club where there were a lot of vampires, snooping around the back office. I almost got caught, but she pretended to be there with me. We had to make it look good, that's ALL. You think I'd make up a crazy story like that? Call her."

Sam eyed him silently as he reached for his cell, jerking his arm out of Dean's grasp. Sam scrolled down the pre-entered numbers and pressed the one to his house, then the speaker button, listening to it as it rang.

"Hello?"

Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean when Rosalie answered, "Get Jasper on the phone, Ros. Now."

Sam held up a finger to Dean when he opened his mouth. "Don't." Sam told him.

"Hey, dude, what's up?" Jasper's voice.

"Jasper, did Alice have the scent of a certain human we know all over her, by chance?"

"Why?" Jasper gave Alice a puzzled look, thinking Dean was probably driving Sam mad again somehow, some way. "Not sure what you mean, Sam."

Dean wrapped the towel around his waist and made a mouth-zipping motion with his hand. One that Sam was deliberately ignoring. "Dammit Sam..."

Sam only narrowed his eyes more, glared harder, "Well, according to Dean, your mate and mine decided it would be fun to play a little shuffle the partners. I take it Alice never told you this?" the corner of Sam's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk, though he wasn't amused, knowing Alice would likely be speaking up any second telling him there was no way she had touched Dean.

"We were not playing 'shuffle anything' Goddammit, we were at a club and this vampire--"

"Club, what club? Did he say he was at a club with Alice?" Jasper looked at her again, and this time he noticed she was looking a bit uncomfortable. "Alice? You didn't go to a club with Sam's human, did you? Alice?"

"Alice?" Sam asked, sounding hurt. Say no. Say no. Say it wasn't you.

There was a brief silence.

"It's my fault, she was just protecting me," Dean said, hating how that sounded but he wasn't gonna get her into any deeper shit than he already had.

Sam growled low and tossed the cell onto a table, turning on his heel, "I can't believe this shit. I really can't." he shook his head. "After you get pissed at me for doing something that is in my nature, you go off, after I get you to promise me that you'll not do anything stupid, that you'll call me if you go off on a hunt, and you drag my sister into your bullshit!" Sam looked back toward the phone, "Speaking of which, we are not done with this conversation Alice Cullen." He looked back at Dean, "but I'm done talking to you."

"I wasn't hunting. I was... snooping, I wasn't there to hunt." Yeah lame, but it was all he had as he crossed in front of Sam and blocked the way to the window. "I'm sorry I dragged her into it," he nodded, "Sorry Jasper, that was wrong." A muscle pulsed in his jaw. He knew if he told the full truth none of them would blame him or Alice, but he couldn't. Not when he knew that Sam would probably get the rest out of him and then go half cocked right into a trap that was set just for him.

The Cullens hung up, leaving Dean to look up at Sam. "I think you got her in trouble with Jasper, and all she was doing was trying to help me, us." He let out a breath, and put his hand out, reaching for Sam's.

Sam's cold stare moved to Dean's hand before he took a step back, "What Jasper does is nothing compared to what I'm going to do." He turned, walking toward the window, "Lock the window tonight, and ignore the sounds of thunder. It'll just be me beating the hell outta my sister," Sam grumbled climbing out the window.

"Sam... that is not fair," Dean started to climb out after him, cold air steaming off his heated skin. "She didn't do anything that you wouldn't have done, and you damn well know it. What was she supposed to do? Aren't you the one who asked them ... all of them to keep an eye on me? Well she did it, and now you're angry at her. How does that make any sense?"

"It was my place, mine." He quirked a brow, "Sound familiar?" Sam huffed and shook his head, "You wouldn't understand, why am I not surprised? Okay, how’s this... I go to a club with your buddy, Jack. And I end up having to make out with him... oh but don't worry, it was to keep him safe. I was just saving his ass. Just ignore my raging hard on!" Sam glared at him and huffed, "But at least I didn't bite him, right?"

When he put it like that... hell, he was a quick learner, using his own arguments back at him. Dean shifted his weight from one leg to the other on the narrow ledge and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I get the point. The part about the hard on wasn't supposed to happen but with vampires there... had to be real..." yeah, he was digging his own damned grave with too much details here. "You're right. I'm wrong, I'm sorry."

Sam frowned at him, "Vampires there? Just exactly where were you and why? What were you looking for, Dean? And I know my sister," he made a face, "or I think I do, she wouldn't just go with you to any old club and do this. Something big was going on, so what is it?" he quirked a brow, before turning his head, golden hazel eyes seeming to glow in the low light of dusk. Turning his head back Sam jutted his chin toward the bedroom, "you need to go back inside. Jasper isn't taking this any better than I am."

"Nothing happened. Goddamned vamps," Dean muttered, looking out and seeing nothing, but grabbing the towel around his waist and climbing back inside.

Sam followed Dean back inside, closing and locking the window behind him before he turned around to face Dean. "Well? I'm still waiting for my answers."

"What? Isn't he gonna come in and try to rip out my throat or something?" Dean didn't know what the hell was going on with them right now.

Sam shrugged, "Probably." he crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm waiting."