Bloodlust (Fiore & MonnieVeronie)

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I don't care. Because you are my brother and I'm here to take you home."


Scornful laughter filled the air.


"You're my brother and I'm here to take you home. Ah, what is this a Lifetime movie, with your puppy dog eyes? Thanks Sammy, I needed that."


A look of pain-filled determination pierced through his soul.


"It's over, Dean."


Sammy. Deep within his subconscious - deep, deep, down - a sliver of light clung on his darkened soul. It was painfully dim, threatening to disappear. However, it refused to let go. After meeting a certain Original, the light shined a little brighter. For the first time in months, a speckle of hope ingrained in the light. A faint voice reverberated inside the sea of darkness.


Sam...


Perhaps, Dean Winchester's humanity wasn't completely lost.


{ Time Skip: Next Morning }


It was early in the morning, half past seven. A groan pierced the air, followed by incessant grumbling. "Son of a bitch," Dean huffed. He rose into a sitting position, rubbing his neck. It healed hours ago, but his body succumbed to exhaustion. Hence, not waking up. He scanned his surroundings, inspecting the unfamiliar room. A scowl carved on his expression, eyes resembling emerald daggers. He remembered last night vividly, including a certain blonde's stunt. He slipped off the bed, retrieved the First Blade, and approached the door. Snippets of conversation surfaced inside his mind, reminding him of Elijah's offer.


"...If not my brother than align with me."


Dean opened the door, stepped outside, and froze. "The hell?" He attempted moving, but his legs remained locked. Realization washed over him. Devil's trap. He glanced at the pristine rug beneath his boot-clad feet. His scowl deepened. Fan-fucking-tastic. "Smart. Trap the big bad demon," Dean drawled sardonically. He lifted his gaze, staring at Elijah's unyielding form. Intensive hazel met glorified emerald. "For the record, your sister is a bitch," he pointed out. Dean tucked the First Blade inside his waistband, handle down. He folded his arms across his chest. His tall physique radiated defiance. For a moment, he contemplated his next move. A part of him - the mark - wanted vengeance. It craved spilling Niklaus's blood. On the other hand, Elijah would intervene ... again. Regardless of his brother's barbaric behavior, Elijah wouldn't let him die. If Dean wasn't a heartless demon, he might of admired Elijah's loyalty.


"The feeling is mutual," a feminine voice announced.


He craned his neck, spotting a dark haired brunette. She moved closer, standing near Elijah, but far from Dean. She pressed a hand against her stomach instinctively. Wariness radiated from her small form. Recognition flashed across his expression. Hayley, the she-wolf. Destined to bear Klaus's miracle baby. "What brings you here, sweetheart?" Dean inquired. His eyes flashed black, evoking a flinch from the wayward wolf.


Her grip on her stomach tightened. "Rebekah is taking me out for the day," Hayley confessed, directing her comment at Elijah. She glanced at Dean. "To get away from him," she added bluntly.


A crooked smirk plastered on his face. "Considering she snapped my neck, I think that's a wonderful idea," Dean drawled snidely. He wanted to stab the bitch, but with Elijah interfering, his plans were thwarted. "Give her my regards," he taunted.


Hayley ignored his comment. After debriefing Elijah, she turned around and walked away, disappearing around the corner.


Once the she-wolf vanished, Dean directed his attention to Elijah. "There's no way in hell I'm joining your dysfunctional family," he deadpanned. His charismatic demeanor shattered, revealing his hidden resentment. If his eyes were white oak, they would kill. "If I could gank your brother now, I would," he pointed out. A familiar hypnotic call whispered inside his mind, feeding on his boiling anger. Dean clenched his right hand, suppressing his tremors. It itched to hold the First Blade, but he refrained. Despite his growing bloodlust, Dean wouldn't let the mark dictate him. Nothing dictated him anymore. Especially an egotistical Original hybrid. "Your so eager to protect your family, you're willing to recruit me. Even if I aligned with you alone, what's stopping me from slaughtering your family?" he inquired. A nasty smile adorned his face, twisting his expression. Dean lowered his arms, flexing his fingertips. Due to the devil's trap, his demonic abilities were nullified. No aggressive enactments of dominance. "I don't need a white oak stake to kill you. Give me one valid reason why I should join you," he spat, emphasizing Elijah's offer.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"Smart. Trap the big bad demon,"


Elijah peered into the now-familiar emerald eyes of the knight of hell. "Ah you are awake, good" he smirked at Dean and stood from where he had been sitting, he was beginning to think that he was wrong about the mark and it would not wake him. "The trap is merely to hold you so I may have a chance to speak. Once our conversation is over you may leave." He had time to think while the night had drawled on, simply talking to Dean was having no effect; at least not the effect that he was hoping for. He needed to give him a real reason to stay, touch at any heartstrings that may be there. He remembered Dean saying his was familiar with younger siblings, so that means he had one. Some part of him, no matter how small, must still care for his family; so, that is where he was going to touch.





"For the record, your sister is a bitch,"


His smirk turn into a dead line across his face, his sister was usually one of the kinder of his family. It was true, though, that she wasn't fond of demons. She wasn't one to risk her life for Niklaus but she would silently protect the family so long as herself of Elijah was there. "My sister does that is best for myself and her. Had I not been here she would have let you find and destroy Niklaus." He was certain that her reason for interfering last night was only to try and convince himself to stop trying to get Dean to join their side. He was an ally that Elijah believed they could not afford to give up on.





"There's no way in hell I'm joining your dysfunctional family,"


Elijah bowed his head at Hayley and then returned his attention to Dean. "I am sure you know plenty about dysfunctional family, Dean." He stepped forward until he was standing right on the outer edge of the devils trap that held the knight of hell. The Original family was a dysfunctional family all the same, but it was a powerful family. It was one that any being would consider themselves lucky to be aligned with. It was also true that they had plenty of enemies themselves, which he was certain that Dean had plenty of as well. He knew offering to take out the knight of hell's enemies wouldn't work as he could easily take care of all of them himself. "Even someone as blood thirsty as you must be aware of your brother, must remember the familiar protective pull. Even someone such as Niklaus cares for his family in some way" he knew that everyone with family would remember their family no matter how far down in the darkness they were, he just had to make him remember.





"Your so eager to protect your family, you're willing to recruit me. Even if I aligned with you alone, what's stopping me from slaughtering your family?"


"I'm stopping you. I am aware that you could kill me. If that is what it would take in order to protect my family then that is what I must do. No matter how dysfunctional my family is, they are still my blood. Rebekah, the kind and sweet child. Niklaus, the blood thirsty mad man. We always stick together, even when Niklaus loses his mind and daggers his own family." He was almost certain that Dean would understand the connection between family members; although he may be too far into the darkness to even remember what having a family to protect was like.





"I don't need a white oak stake to kill you. Give me one valid reason why I should join you,"


Elijah returned to the smile that he had held before, a valid reason is what he needed. What valid reason did Elijah have? He could help him find his way out of the dark but that is not something that a demon drawn so far in the darkness would want. It was valid enough reason but it may not be a reason that would be of any interest to Dean. "I guess I just have to ask one more time, what is it that you want Dean." He looked the demon in the eyes, he had to say something else, something that would make him think harder about the light that was still inside of him. There had to be something there, or Elijah would have been near-dead back in the hotel room. "Oh yes, whatever happened to that brother of yours?"

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"Even someone as bloodthirsty as you must be aware of your brother, must remember the familiar protective pull. Even someone such as Niklaus cares for his family in some way."


Pain-filled andalusite eyes surfaced inside his mind. Sammy. Dean flexed his hands, watching the elder Original step closer, stopping in front of his painted trap. His abilities might be nullified, but it wouldn't take much to reach over and punch the smug-faced bastard. Or, skewer him with the First Blade. Dean grounded his teeth, banishing his brother's face. His bottle green eyes darkened a smoldering emerald. He recognized Elijah's tactic. Using Sam against him. Trying to make him feel. Unfortunately for Elijah, his brother attempted the same feat. And failed.


"Oh yes, whatever happened to that brother of yours?"


A hand shot out, grasping Elijah's exposed throat. His nails pierced through Elijah's skin, drawing blood. His right hand, the appendage gripping the elder Original's neck, shook. Tremors rippled down his right arm, loosening Dean's iron-clad grip. A dark, animalistic growl reverberated inside his chest, enhancing his aggressive demeanor. His eyes flickered, shifting from brilliant green and sinister black. The mark on his inner forearm illuminated a livid crimson, feeding on Dean's boiling rage. "Leave Sam out of this," he snarled. He brandished the First Blade, using his left hand, and pressed it against Elijah's chest, right above his heart. His tensed form resembled a caged beast, threatening to pounce. A part of him wanted to end things. Kill Elijah and slaughter his loved ones, especially Niklaus. Nothing satisfied him more than spilling blood. Death was his addiction. He couldn't stop. The mark wouldn't let him stop. Yet, something prevented him from stabbing the eldest Original. Deep within his subconscious -deep, deep down - a small voice whispered inside his psyche.


"It's over, Dean."


Dean retracted his hand, lowering the First Blade. "You'll regret aligning with me," he sneered. I'll join you. The unspoken message hung in the air. He tucked the First Blade inside his waistband, handle down. The ancient mark on his inner forearm dimmed, resuming a dull red. "We're not family, Elijah. I'll join you, but I don't give a rats ass about your family," he pointed out. A hidden message lingered. Don't expect me to protect them. Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, folding his arms across his chest. Morning or not, he needed a goddamn drink. Preferably something strong.


What do you want?


Truthfully, Dean didn't know anymore. Since his transition, he adapted a hedonistic lifestyle filled with alcohol, partying, and one-night stands. No commitments or business excursions. Simply, existing. However, meeting Elijah changed everything. For the first time in months, Dean felt alive. Something about the elder Original challenged him. He wanted to prove Elijah wrong. If Sam couldn't save him, Elijah was delusional. Recruiting him, a Knight of Hell, will be the death of him. And his dysfunctional family.


"Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, do you mind?" Dean snarked, referring to the devil's trap hidden underneath the pristine rug.