Evil Dean and Family

Dec 11, 2006 19:32



Dorian stalked into the warehouse, snarling as he went. One of his servants came up to him, and was rewarded by being thrown out a window. "If I wanted anyone near me, I would call for you." he growled, eyes blazing dangerously. He wore a bullet hole in his right shoulder, that was dangerously close to his heart, and blood soaked his left side, but it didn't seem to phase him. "Damn John Winchester and that psychic kid of his!" he yelled, sending another one of his servants flying out another window.
He looked around a moment, a low deep, dangerous rumble coming in his chest. He stalked over to one of his children, grabbed them by the throat, and slammed them into a wall.
"Where's Dean?" he roared. "Where the hell is my son?!?"
"Calm down father I'm here" he said softly walking in, wiping blood from his hands onto the back of his jeans. "I've just been out" he said silver eyes sparkling in the low light. "Whats wrong? you seem tense"
Dorian dropped his other child, and went over to Dean, looking him over. He hadn't really noticed the bullet wound in the body he was occupying, but it was starting to take a toll, as the body's hands were shaking. "I'm the epitomy of calm." he said sarcastically, still looking him over to make sure nothing was wrong. "Are you alright? They didn't harm you did they?" he asked his son.
One of his children sneered something under his breath, and ended up being thrown into a wall, hard enough to break bone. "Insult him again, and I'll leave you to his imagination for how horribly you'll die." snarled Dorian, as the other child got to his feet, shakily. Everyone knew that Dean was his favorite, of course he'd been after Sammy, but he was quite sure that Sammy wouldn't have turned out as deliciously evil as the eldest son had after being abandoned in the fire that had taken their mother. And as strange as it may actually seem to mere humans. He did love the boy as his own, Dean was family.
He smiled "I'm fine, the modifications you've made on me keeps me out of trouble" he told him, "I just found this...... place, was talking to a girl called Sam, claims she's family" he said "Although that Hunter boy was after me again" he said softly watching his father "You sure your ok? You're looking weak. Can I help?" he asked softly.

Dorian gave a small smile, “I’m glad to hear it. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt, especially not by ‘them’.” He growled. Dorian raised a curious eyebrow. “What place would this be? We know nothing of a girl with that name.” At his son’s mention of ‘hunter boy’ he stiffened. “It seems we may need to pay another visit to the Winchesters.” He said, grinning evilly, but it faltered, as weakness once again crept upon him.
“I do believe I loathe John Winchester.” Growled Dorian, spotting the bullet hole. He put a hand to his shoulder and hissed. “Damn him and his son, and that DAMNED Colt!!” he growled, pain getting slightly worse.

"It a nexus, interdimensional meeting place" he said softly "Facinating really, she thought I was a demon" he grinned "Of course I corrected her that I am not" he smiled warmly.
Although his expression darkened at the mention of seeing them. "I do not like seeing the Winchesters....... they..... make my heart beat fast and skin crawl."
"Can I help you father?" he asked looking at the wound. "Ooh thats a bad one" he gently pressed his fingers to the wound to feel "Hmm, feels nasty, sit father, I'll see if I can heal you" he said, a slight smile on his lips as his touch to the wound makes his dad wince.
Dorian was very intrigued with the idea of an interdimensional meeting place, and it showed on his face. At the mention of this ‘Sam’ thinking Dean was a demon, a small chuckle came to his lips. “I can’t imagine why she would’ve thought that…” he mused, sarcastically.
“I know you don’t like seeing them, son. Nor do I, but they’re the ones who wish me dead.” And to take you away from me. “Yes, it’s quite bad.” He said, hissing when his son’s touch made him wince. “Must you enjoy this so?” he said, only slightly teasing. Cause after all, the boy had been raised by pure evil.
He smiled softly licking some of the blood from his fingers. He sighed softly "When shall we kill them?" he asked sinking a finger into the wound, with effort starting to heal the wound. "I don't want anything to happen to you father"

“You know, sometimes you even scare the vampires when you do things like that.” He said, giving a slight chuckle. Dorian would’ve answered his son’s question after he’d asked, but it was stopped as a growl of pain escaped him, when Dean slid a finger into the wound. It started healing though, and he was grateful for a reprieve as the pain started ebbing.
“Soon, Dean.” He said softly, resting his good hand on his boy’s shoulder. “Soon we’ll end this, and they will only be a bad memory.”
He smiled wickidly as he remove his fingers from the wound which was now disappearing and gone. "I don't understand why any one would fear me, I'm so sweet and lovely" he smirked licking his fingers clean. "I can't wait to be rid of them"

He hissed again as Dean removed his fingers from the wound, and breathed a sigh of relief when the wound disappeared. “Hmmm, I’m sure.” He said, a wicked smile now gracing his own lips. “Do I taste good?” he asked teasingly, taking the jacket he was wearing off, and throwing it to the floor. “That was a new jacket.” He growled. “The next one I’ll make out of his skin.” He snarled.

He smiled "You know you taste good father, sweet and sour at the same time" he said warmly. "May I keep the hunter boy as a pet? I'm sure his screams would be such fun" he grinned "And crucifying him when I tire of him would be such a party"
“So I’ve been told.” He said, smiling wickedly. “Of course you can, as long as he’s properly trained, and doesn’t cause any trouble….” He trailed off, the smile on his face only becoming more twisted. “But I’m quite sure after I’m done with his father, the fight will have left him.” He said, chuckling softly.
He grinned and kissed his fathers cheek "You always allow me to have SUCH fun!"
“And why shouldn’t I spoil my favorite son?” he asked his boy. A grin came to his lips. “What should we do now, son.” Then he chuckled.
“You know, it’s All Hallow’s Eve tomorrow night…” he said to him.
He grinned "I should dress up as Buffy and go kill things with my pointy"
“Killing things is such fun.” He said, approvingly. “Though I highly doubt you’ll get mistaken for her.” He teased.
He grinned "What would you have me dress as? A vampire?" he smirked "A demon?"
“Hmm.” He mused, thoughtfully. “I’m trying to remember a costume you’d wanted as a child, but you’d ended up getting something else.” He said, eyes twinkling.
"Power Ranger?" he offered with a smirk
Dorian blinked, then bursted out laughing. “And EVIL one maybe.” He countered. “But that’s not the one.”
He smiled "If not that then I've no idea" he smiled "But it doesn't really matter does it?"
“Well, you could be that if you wanted, but I can’t remember what it was either.” He said with a slight smile. “Anyways, you can do whatever you like tomorrow. Just try to stay away from…them.”
He grinned brightly "NO matter what I was to go as I'd be cute" he smirked

"Naturally." he said, rolling his eyes. "The women adore you."
"Some of the men look at me pretty lustily too" he smirked
"Don't ask don't tell, son." he said, smirking.
He smiled "Hmm, maybe if I go as Riddick to the party I can just play up the sexy thing and bed half a dozen girls?" he offered with a smirk. "Although....... what would you say If IF I liked men Dad?" he grinned "Would I be punished?" he smirked "I like whips"
“I’m sure you very well could son. They love the eyes.” He said, smirking as well. “Well, in that case…you can…bed whomever you’d like.” A beat.
“And you can talk to them about the whips.” He teased.
"Is that why you deemed me worthy to save?" he asked sincerity in his eyes. "Because of my eyes?" it was something he hadn't really asked before.
Dorian blinked at that question, it taking him by surprise since it had not been asked before.
“I deemed you worthy to save, because no child should be abandoned as you were.” He said, honestly.
He smiled warmly giving his father a hug. "Want to do something tonight?" he asked "Kill some humans or something?"
Dorian smiled, returning the hug. "Why not?" he asked, standing up. "We'll do whatever you like." he offered.
He grinned "Kill and torture little Trick or treaters"
“That sounds wonderful.” Said Dorian, chuckling evilly. “Lead the way then, son.”
He grinned brightly leading his dad outside "To the costume shop first?" he asked
"Well, naturally." he said, smiling. "It wouldn't be Halloween if we went without our costumes."
"Oh thats not a mask your wearing?" he teased.
And that earned him a slight pop on the back of the head. “Smart ass.” He said, smirking.
Dean grinned "Thats why I'm the favourite" he laughed
"Hmmpff." he scoffed. "I'm sure that must be why."
Dean's eyes lit up seeing some trick or treaters already "Ooooooh first victims?"
He gives a raised eyebrow. "Well, they're a day early..." he said, then trailed off seeing his son's eyes light up like that. "I don't see why not." he said, smiling.
He grinned walking over to the children "hey sweeties, got some candy for ya"
Dorian could’ve rolled his eyes, but he didn’t. He simply watches to see what his boy would do. He’s curious you know? See what the kid’s picked up.
Dean certainly was better at easing people’s fears, he on the other hand, made them worse.
Dean smiled as the kids started to explain that he was dean and that he wasn't a stranger, after all they knew his name. He smiled admiring their costume and making jokes. Soon the kids were happily following him.
Dorian smirked, shaking his head, and following a ways after the impromptu group of trick or treaters. He honestly had no idea how his boy managed to do that.
He’d have to ask him to teach that one to him sometime.

"Just in here" Dean smiled leading the group inside the building "It's a haunted house" he informed them. "Try not to be too scared"

Dorian gave a raised eyebrow, watching the children and his son, and blinked when one of them inched closer to him. No the evilness is not good with children.
-Haunted is an understatement, son of mine.- he thought to him, amused.

He smiled "See if you can find the candy" he grinned "Hidden them all around!"
After the children had run off to find the ‘candy’ Dorian came to his son’s side. “You are extremely twisted in the head, dear one.” He said quietly, though he was extremely amused by this.
He grinned "Why thank-you" he said brightly watching the children chase around. Eventually one came over holding a little bag of tablets
"Candy?" the child asked
Dean grinned, apparently drug addicts had been hanging around here. "Yes" he nodded
"Of course." he said. Dorian resisted the urge to facepalm, it would ruin the fun. He watched the little child tear into the bag. The same child from before came up to him.
"There's a monster hiding over there." she said, pointing. -And what do I do with this one?- he thought asked his son.
He laughed brightly -Show her your face, she'd love that- he smirked
-Hopefully you didn't hurt yourself thinking too hard on that one.- he quipped. He reached out with his senses, the child was indeed right about a monster hiding there. -Why not give them more reason to trust us?- he asked him, taking the little girl's hand.
"Why don't you show me, and I'll make it go away."
Dean shrugged watching his father -Sure why not, more fun to rip their little arms off-
-We can do that too, but it's more fun for them to really have a reason to be scared of us.- he said as the child led him away. -Anyways, I know you've a soft spot for some children. You could keep one as a pet.-
He smiled softly -I like their innocence. The fact they believe their families love them, it's foolish- he told him watching -although that one- he motioned to the nervous looking little boy -doesn't believe that...... he scared of us, and going home-
-I care for you, that's all you need know.- he thought spoke, giving a rare, warm smile to his son, as the girl led her further into the warehouse. He could feel how close they were to the 'monster'. He saw the little boy, and shook his head. -So what are you going to do about it? Or are you having enough fun watching your father get wrapped around yet another child's finger.-
-Oh that is mighty fun, but...... I think I'll see to him- he walked over to the little child "Sweet child whats wrong?" he asked softly
-She's an adorable one though. Can't you sense it? She doesn't have the luxury of that child's innocence.- he started. -She's seen too much of the real world already.-
The little boy fidgeted uncomfortably. "I don't like it here." he said, watching the shadows darting around the place with fear. The little girl tugged him a little further and stopped. "It's back there." she whispered. "I think it's a zombie thing like from that scary movie with the bad computer that killed everybody." she said, eyes wide as a distorted moan came from the darkness.
Dean smiled to the little boy "Don't worry I'll protect you" he said lifting him up into his arms. "Monsters aren't real. And I'm safe"
-Keep these two, kill the others- dean offered.
-Sounds like a plan to me.- he said, smirking. He picked up the little girl. “It won’t hurt you.” He said, as the thing came closer. It was indeed a zombie. “I won’t let it.” He whispered, as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, and he headed back to where his son was with the boy. Dorian set her down, then kneeled in front of her.
“Would you like to see some magic?” he asked, smirking.
"Oh yes daddy please" Dean grinned at the question -are we going to make the other children disappear?-
Dorian chuckled. "You've seen this trick before." he said, then put his hand under the little girl's producing a ball of flame in her hand. It hovered, but didn't hurt her. Her eyes lit up in wonder. "Now touch something." he said. -You can show the other little one this trick too.- he offered Dean.
He grinned -Oh can I daddy please?- he teased seeing the look on the boys face obviously wanting to do that too. He smiled "Wanna ago at that trick?" he asked
The little boy nodded quickly and Dean lit a ball of flame in the childs hand. "Touch" he said. the child touch one of the other children
-If these two pick up your sense of humor, it’ll be the death of me.- he teased back. The little girl reached out, touching an old box which sprang into flames. She gasped then giggled. “Again!” she cried happily.
The little boy didn't get such a happy response as the other child burst into flames.
Dorian raised an eyebrow. -That’s one way to traumatize him.-
_whoops?- Dean smiled holding the child close as the other child burned making all of the other children scream too.
Dorian picked the little girl up, watching the other children burn. “I think a quick exit would be a good idea, son.”
Dean nodded in agreement, until the little boy bit him hard, dean yelped droppping him "ow shit"
Dorian laughed at that. “I don’t think he likes you much, son.” He teased.
"Oh lets kill them all"
“I pway nice.” Said the little girl in Dorian’s arms, who wriggled free, and went over to Dean. “I think burning is fun. Pretty flames.” She said, watching as a child ran away screaming.
HE smiled at the little girl "my aren't you just precious?"
She gave a bright smile up at him. “Mommy says I’m uh…” she trails off trying to remember the words. “A little hellion.” She says, giggling, then raising her arms in the hopes that she’d get picked up by Dean.
Dean smiled picking her up "Just like me" he smirked
She giggled again, cuddling close. “More flames pwease?”
He smiled softly "Sure sweet heart" he said forming a ball on her hand
She squealed in delight when he made more flames. "Pretty!"
Dean smiled bouncing the little girl a little. -I can't wait to use her against the winchesters-
Dorian nodded in agreement. -They'd never expect it.- "How would you like to stay with us little one?" he asked, coming over to his son's side as he held the little girl.
Dean smiled, although his hand went to his temple as he cringed -The winchesters are coming........-
Dorian's eyes widened, and he snarled as a gunshot rang through the warehouse they were in. Whirling round, he saw him. "John Winchester." he sneered, glaring at him. "Where's that annoying brat of yours?" he asked, watching him.
Dean cringed holding the girl close, he turned his back to Dorian so he could watch for Sam.

John smirked "Wouldn't you like to know........" he said "I want whats mine"
"There's nothing here that's yours." he snarled, making sure to stay between John Winchester and Dean. "You lost claim to anything here, years ago."
"He's my SON!" he snapped angrily
"I'm not your son" Dean protested
“He’s NOT!!!” roared Dorian, a stack of boxes flying across the room. “You abandoned him or did you forget?” he snarled, eyes dark.
Sam came out from the shadows somewhere behind Dean. “You don’t belong with him Dean.” He said. “He’s not your family, we are.”
"Dad?" Dean said moving a little closer to Dorian, "Should we kill them?"
"I DID NOT ABANDON HIM YOU BASTARD!" John snapped shooting at Dorian
Dorian dropped to the ground before he could answer, a hand clutching his stomach where he’d been shot. He couldn’t have moved, if he had it might have hit his own son, and he just wouldn’t allow that to happen. The little girl that Dean was holding screamed, closing her eyes and burying her face in Dean’s shoulder.
“You…” he started, voice rasping. “…left him in that fire. Not even I would’ve done that to a child…so what does that say about you?” he rasped, glaring at John.
Sam suddenly went to grab hold of Dean and the little girl to get them away from Dorian and out of the warehouse. “Finish it, Dad! Get rid of the thing!” he shouted, still trying to drag them out.
Dean closed his eyes drawing as much power to him as he could before screaming out, fire shooting out at Sam and John, the warehouse catching on fire, his body shaking with the strain. "DAD?" he called his body aching. "Daddy....?"
Sam dropped back, falling to the ground as he tried to put out the fire on his sleeve. “Dad!” he yelled, coughing from the smoke that had already started to fill the warehouse. Dorian stumbled up to his feet, wavering slightly as blood spilled from between his fingers. “I’m…here, son.” He rasped, making his way to where his son was at. He’d lost track of where John was at, but at the moment he really didn’t care.
Dean was feeling faint, the world was spinning and he could feel his stomach lurching, he sunk to his knees, silver eyes sparkling and looking more normal and human before he passed out.
Dorian dropped to his knees in enough time to catch his boy before he hit the ground, wincing as more pressure was put on the gunshot wound. He pulled him up, cradling him almost. “I’ve got you…don’t worry…I have you.” He whispered, rocking a bit like he’d done when the boy was still young. He knew he couldn’t get them both out of there in his present condition and with the possibility of the Winchesters still being around, so he sent out a mental call for help to any of his ‘other’ children and minions that may have been able to hear.
“W..we’re going to be alright, son..” he whispered, voice barely there.
"Sam?" John hissed at Sam "Should we grab him?" he asked "Before we're too outnumbered"
Sam looked over at his old man from where he was at, face grim but determined. “I didn’t come here to leave without my brother.” He said, even though he was wondering what the demon had meant about their father abandoning Dean…
Dorian took a breath, then another trying to keep from passing out, but eventually weakness won out, and he slumped to the ground, still holding his son in his arms.

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