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Okay um Dean going into a haunted house on a date that is haunted by three vampires who will not leave the house unless they are killed, but as Dean didn't believe in that rumour he went in anyway with a stake and silver.

Okay. I’m gonna get real and say it’s hard writing a four way couple. So, I’m gonna drop that. Also, I have an idea formed in my head, so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but … oh, the fuck, well! On with the show.

Dean nervously followed his boyfriends instructions. His baby traveled up a narrow dirt road. The moon was full - making everything even more eerie - but the light was blocked by tall tree’s looming over. Dean had to drive slowly, worried of any wild life or surprise ahead. It was midnight, October the 15, a chilly fall making the scenery even worse. Dean would’ve preferred to come at day and in the summer when other smart kids came, but oh no, Alastair wasn’t a fucking pussy.

This whole thing was supposed to be a date. Dean didn’t want to sound like a girl but he honestly thought this would be the worse date ever, and that’s stiff competition with the whole not gay date.

When the mansion came in view, Dean was having second thoughts. Now, don’t get him wrong. Dean has done plenty of things he shouldn’t do. Graffiti, trespassing, shop lifting, even stolen a few cars. But Dean knew a bad idea when he saw one, and seeing that giant ass place more then a good warning.

It was elegant, if he was honest, and gloomy. He understood why goth teens came to hang out.

Parking along the front, Alastair jumped out with excitement before Dean could turn off the engine. Dean popped open the truck for Alastair and stepped out of the comfort of his baby. But stepping out of the car gave him a better view of the place.

Stoned stairs lead up to a grand door that could probably let an elephant through. Just … everything about the lace fitted with the legend that caught Alastair’s attention.

Alastair was a dare devil of sorts, he did things he wasn’t supposed to and looked forward to making his name grander. Basically, Alastair had dragged Dean down to a stoner’s pit - and why Alastair trusted a word spewed out their mouth was beyond Dean - when someone was rambling on and on about an uptight mansion that had a real life vampire.

Dean laughed. Alastair was amused too, but in a different way.

“Earth to Dean!” speak of the devil waved his hand in front of Dean’s face, snapping his fingers in his ear for exaggeration. “Anybody in here?”

Despite them dating, Alastair wasn’t the nicest partner but he was a hell lot of fun. So different from the life he used to lead. Of course he never abandoned Sammy, he just made sure John Winchester wasn’t part of their life any more. And god, the ass believed there was such things as monsters, Dean thought he belonged in a nut house.

“Nothing but my clever wits, baby,” Dean retorted.

Alastair snickered, then looked up to the house. “Ready to become vampire hunters?”

Dean faced palmed himself. “Your sounding like my dad.”

“Whatever. Come on! I want to see how dramatic people are about his place.”

“How the fuck did I end up here?” Dean muttered, following close behind.

He whipped out his phone and quickly texted Sam a pic of the outside. Not like he really cares, a sad ping in Dean’s heart hit when the thought of Sam came up. Goodie two shoes hated being with the likes of him, even though it was the only way to get food in his stomach, and the minute he graduated Sam ran off with a blond named Jess to Stanford on a full ride.

Shaking his head, Dean pushed those thoughts down, tonight he was here for shits and giggles. And Alastair was one thing, he was a huge adrenaline rush. Yes, it was sad, that the relationship was nothing more then amusement. But Dean thought Alastair has the same feelings. So, no harm, no foul.

Alastair passed Dean a flash light, but not before flickering it in his eyes. Spots covered his vision as Alastair snickered again. Dean called him an ass.

The place was pretty boring. Dust and cobwebs. After a solid hour of exploring old moldy furniture, Dean told Alastair that he was bored and wanted to leave. Too bad that Alastair didn’t want to leave, at least not yet.

“How about I make this more fun with an unscheduled program?” Alastair offered. Even in the dark, Dean could see the cocky smile that he knew well.

Dean returned the smile with a smirk of his own. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“A little game of hide and seek? Without flash lights?” The last part was added quickly.

In the pitch dark? A strange place? And an urban legend that it was haunted by a vampire? Dean would be crazy to say yes, good thing he hanged out with Alastair.

“Who’s counting?” Dean asked, turning off his flashlight.

“Me,” Alastair answered, turning of his too. “Now run before I start counting.”

And Dean just that. He sprinted down where they were, heading in any direction. Never admitting to it, Dean did run into a couple of walls. In hindsight, Dean should’ve seen that it was just a rouse so Alastair could keep exploring or maybe he should’ve asked which number they were counting up to. It didn’t matter, Dean didn’t care.

Running free around a huge house didn’t seem that bad. And after all his running, Dean found himself in a bed room. It was huge. But something was off about this. No dust. No cobwebs. Dean shrugged it off, probably a couple of smokers choose this room.

Not that it was surprising. Even though he was playing hide and seek, Dean explored the room. In the dark he could see faint out lines of things. Pictures hanging on the wall, dressers with endless junk, a couple of bookshelves, and what Dean guessed to be a closet. Then in the middle of the room sat dead in the middle was huge ass bed.

Dean stumbled through the dark until his hand felt the bed.

Damn, Dean thought, those crack heads sure like their comfort. Grinning, Dean feel back, might as well enjoy something from this.

Now, there were red flags raised in Dean’s head, but after spending time with Alastair, the red flags in Dean’s head were simply ignored. So, that’s why it was so easy for him to fall asleep. And it was amazing until he felt someone straddle his hips and hold down his arms.

He groaned but grinned when felt Alastair’s breath on his neck. Dean smirked when he felt a tongue licked across his skin.

“Missed me?” Dean teased. He opened his mouth for another shitty comment but got a mouth full.

(I AM FIFTHTEEN. I AM NOT WRITING THAT KIND OF STUFF)

Dean woke up tangled in sheets. He smiled as last nights activities came to him. Trying to stretch, Dean found he was sore in more places then Alastair usually made him. Last night seemed to never stop, round after round. Alastair sure did have his stamina. The reason why they stopped was when Dean passed out. Something that he was sure to tease about later.

Not like he cared, he was too satisfied with himself. And how thankful he was for carrying lube in his pocket, it would’ve hurt a lot more.

Sitting up, Dean winced a little but still had his smile. He picked up and put on each article of his clothing on the ground, and that’s when he something hit him. Where was Alastair?

The man was usually there in the morning to gloat or at least leaves a note.

Putting on his jacket, Dean noticed something else. There wasn’t light. Dean walked to the window and pulled back the drapes. Only … wooden planks were boarded up.

“What the fuck.”

Dean exited the bed room. If this was a sick joke by Alastair …

He doubted it. How the hell could Alastair hammer up that up without waking him up? Alastair was good, but not that good.

Venturing around, Dean expected the guy to jump out from some where. But he just kept walking around blind. To top this off, it still looked like freaking night.

“Alastair?!” Dean cupped his mouth. “If this is another game, you win. Where are you?!”

“Here,” a voice yelled.

Dean needed to blink. He wasn’t sure if that was Alastair’s voice. A certain panic filled him up, who the hell was that. It was probably better if Dean stayed quiet. His footsteps traded carefully.

Chest raising and lowering, Dean felt a certain panic. Thoughts spun and weaved in his head. Was that even Alastair last night? Then who the hell was he screaming for more last night? Heat raised at the thought. Damn, if it wasn’t Alastair, then he should’ve known. Or did he not care about Alastair that much?

“Marco!” Dean humored himself.

Silence ensued the place. Dean stopped, waiting for some voice or noise to guide him.

“Here,” the same voice called out but it was laced with confusion.

Dean swallowed his nerves and continued. It was dark, too dark for him now, it was fun last night. Too much fun last night, Dean thought as he felt his sore ass.

The blond found himself in some old styled kitchen. And standing in the kitchen was another blond.

The man looked to be around the same height as Dean. He was wearing Alastair’s jeans and t-shirt which chilled Dean to the bone. What happened to Alastair and why was this guy wearing his clothes? Too many questions for Dean’s liking.

“Oh, you’re here.”

Dean’s eyes were fixed on the guy as he turned around. He looked normal enough. Blue eyes, unshaven face. Dean’s eyes darted around for a second to see a breakfast being made, usually food made Dean happy but if it was coming from this guy, Dean’s stomach could really wait.

The man smiled brightly. “Come on, I don’t bite. Well, not you. For now.”

That was good enough for Dean to not trust the guy.

BAM BAM BAM! I hope you guys liked that. Took me a few hours to write but I loved every period. If you want a part two please just ask and wait.

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