New Fic: Dark Hunter (Vamp!Dean/Psychic!Sam)
Title Dark Hunter
Authors: Cas (<lj user=“virtualpersonal”>) & <Lj user=“BrimstoneGold”>
Pairing and characters:</B> psychic!Sam/CarpathianVampire!Dean (AU, not bros)
Ratings/Warnings</b>: NC 17
Summary: For hundreds upon hundreds of years, Dean has lived a barren existence, empty of color, emotion or a real connection to anyone. That ends when Sam arrives in Romania. Dean must find a way to make this reckless, infuriating, sassy, young man accept that he is Dean’s lifemate and that he needs Dean’s protection from darkness and evil, the likes of which Sam cannot fathom.
A/N: Based on Christine Feehan’s Dark series. Except for SPN show characters, the remaining characters, and the world they are playing in, belong to Feehan. If you enjoy het romance with hot alpha vamps, we highly recommend her series.
The pain was almost unbearable. The poison in the shafts of the arrows buried deep inside him had seeped into his system and were starting to cripple him, to paralyze him. If he’d been a younger Carpathian, if he hadn’t seen hundreds upon thousands of dawns, they would have captured him by now.
Dean rejected the notion. On his knees, inside the caverns he had taken shelter in, he twisted around, gripped the shaft of one of the arrows that had pierced through his kidney, closed his eyes, and started to pull it out.
A scream built in his throat, but he suppressed it. The vampires were combing the area, looking for him. He could feel it, he knew it. And he would not give himself away, not before he brought the news to his prince. He would not fail.
As more poison leaked into his system, the bile rose in his throat. He threw his head back and pulled the thick arrow out. In its wake, his blood flowed down his hips and thighs, pooling at his knees.
He couldn’t start to repair the damage yet. He still had to get the second arrow, the one in his back, out. But first, he needed to rest. Dropping onto his hands and resting his head on the earth, Dean took a few deep breaths, then stilled completely.
There was a disturbance. Dean’s eyes flicked open. It wasn’t dark and tainted. Not like a trail left by a vile vampire. It was something else. Something close. Dean reached out with his mind, seeking it out, needing with every fiber of his being to identify it.
His mind brushed against someone else’s mind. Someone who was humming a God-Awful song, made that much worse because the person was way off-key. And yet, to Dean, it was a beautiful sound. That was until he realized just how close the person was, and how much danger they were in.
What are you doing here? It is not safe for you. Leave. At once, he commanded, memorizing the person’s mind paths so he would always be able to find them.
Find it at archiveofourown
(reblogged because did not realize linking hides the post)
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