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By : Notsalony
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The Teen Wolf scene was a season 1 season 2 bridge that also fits into my story The Mark.

"Sammy, don't worry. We'll figure this out." Dean had assured his brother as he dialed Bobby's number again. They'd been on the phone most of the day. Jean-Claude had been calling his meager contacts, Anita calling in her friends and contacts in the Federal Marshal's Office and other places, Dean calling in any hunter he could think of who had any favors owed to him and or Sam. Harry had even tried to put pressure on the magical community but none of their efforts were having any effect, much to Sam's growing dismay at each announcement of another dead end. After the seventh straight hour of nothing gained, Draco finally got up from the chair where he'd been trying very hard not to be in anyone's way. He stood in the center of the room and waited.

"What?" Anita said in what she knew was an overly aggressive voice but she honestly had lost any ability to be civil to people right now.

"You do realize you have all went about this the wrong way... right?" Draco looked around the room, looking like the adult who'd caught the children trying to burn the house down to get rid of a drawing on the wall.

"Oh, and you think you can do so much better." Anita said sarcastically.

"Oh I know it. But first we must decide on what we want." Draco stood there looking at her.

"Wait... you can get me my job back?" Sam looked confused.

"Yes. That's a simple enough thing. But is that all you want? I can tell you now they'll punish another and another to get even with you over this. I suggest you think larger then just your job." Draco sat down on Anita's desk. Realizing that he had everyone, including the other vampires in the room, watching him now Draco clarified. "I suggest that you have the laws or rules changed. Then see about disciplining your boss. And your job back in there. Maybe even a pay back for being fired." Everyone gaped at him.

"I realize they do stuff differently in the UK... but... you can't punish your boss. He's your boss." Dean said as if he was explaining it to a child.

"You have such a limited view of the dynamics of a work environment." Draco grinned. "Is there anything else you would like to see done?" Draco turned to Sam.

"Draco if you can pull any of that off, I'll give you a lap dance and blow you in public." Sam looked Draco in the eye.

"May I see the phone." Draco held out a hand.

"For all the good it will do you." Anita handed her cell phone.

"I'll be right back." Draco started dialing as he walked out of the room.

"Chances he'll get this done?" Dean looked at Harry.

"Draco puts his mind to it, and he gets it done. You really shouldn't have egged him on." Harry shook his head. "He'll be relentless now."

"What?" Anita looked at Jean-Claude.

"He's called someone and asked for some interesting things." Jean-Claude raised an eyebrow. Draco came back in.

"Struck out did you?" Anita looked smug.

"Of course not. I need you, Nathaniel, Jean-Claude, Sam, Dean, and Harry upstairs." Draco handed the phone over.

"What for?" Harry blinked.

"Because I have to make sure you're dressed correctly. I told them I could handle that at least on my end. While they've given me four hours to work in, I honestly don't think I could with out magic. Don't fight me on my choices." He turned to Anita.

"Why would I let you dress me." She said petulantly.

"Because you want Sam to have his job back." Draco grinned. "Besides you're my secret weapon." He smirked.

"Oh gods... tell me this isn't like that stunt you pulled with Ginny." Harry's shoulders sagged.

"Of course not. I never do the same thing twice. And besides, I don't think Anita could pull off the trench coat and silk knickers look." He grinned. "Though, if I thought I could get her to go out in public like that... I could probably be running the Federal Marshal's Office by nightfall night after next. But as my goal is to simply get his boss in trouble and get his job back, no nudity." Draco left the room leaving the door open for them to follow, assuming they followed.

"Is he serious?" Dean nodded towards Draco's exit.

"Hey, be thankful his idea calls for us all to be wearing cloths." Harry shook his head. "Last major plan he had ended with me wearing nothing but a silk tie around my tackle. And I was in front of the whole school. If he wants something, he gets it. Trust me on that. Be thankful you're wearing pants for this." Harry got up and followed after Draco.

"We're trusting Draco with this then?" Dean looked at Anita.

"We struck out, and he's got a plan that requires costumes. What I've seen of vampires, if they require a wardrobe change, they'll win." She sighed. "He puts me in leather and I'm hitting you with kick to the back of your head." She glared at Jean-Claude.

"And what makes you think that young Mr. Malfoy would ever dress you in leather." Jean-Claude smiled, not bothering to ask why he'd be the one being hit.

"Because he takes after you in a LOT of his tastes. I wear leather, you feel pain. Pure and simple." She got up and walked out.

"I'm not asking." Sam got up and left quickly.

"Actually I'm curious what you did in leather that got her so uptight." Dean nestled down in his chair.

"Another time mon ami." Jean-Claude grinned as he got up and glided out of the room leaving Dean to contemplate that before following.
***

"Right, Anita, Nathaniel and I have ideas but I need to get a glimpse of your body. We have two options. Either you flash us in the room over there." He pointed. "Or I possess Jean-Claude to see what you look like. Which would be less embarrassing for you?" Draco asked flatly.

"Possess him." She crossed her arms.

"Right." Draco's body went limp as he took over the Frenchman and then was back in his own body, standing up straight he nodded. "I see what you mean. Mostly blues. Lay them out in the next room and take Anita with you. I trust your taste." Draco smiled. "You've got a very good eye for this. I'll be in as soon as I get them started."

"Okay." Nathaniel smiled as he took Anita with him.

"Right, everyone down to their underwear. I'll be back in a minute to see what I'm working with." Dean started to protest and Draco was in front of him in seconds. "I've seen you naked, but I've never given thought to your skin tones and what colors look good on you. I want to win this bet. If you don't think I can, make your own side bet." Draco started walking away then.

"I bet I get on my hands and knees and take it up the ass before you get Sammy back his job."

"Oh, if that's what you want to bet." Draco grinned. "I win and you pay up." He walked away leaving an open mouthed Dean.

"I told you not to egg him on." Harry shook his head.
***

"Okay, I like this one and this one." Draco pointed them out. "Does she own a white blouse?" Nathaniel nodded and brought out three of them. "Ah, good choices." He patted Nathaniel on the back. "Okay, does she own a skirt that matches any of these." Draco pointed to the blue jackets.

"No." Nathaniel sighed. "She's not big on skirts." He frowned.

"Ah. Well I can fix the not having one. Bring me a large bath towel?" Draco smiled, Nathaniel brought it quickly and Draco bespelled it into matching material to one of the jackets. "We'll go with that set for now." Draco looked between it and Anita. "Can you dress her?"

"I can dress myself you know." Anita huffed.

"Yes, you can. But for this, we're going for something... different then the way you normally dress." Draco smiled.

"You'll be making fittings once she's dressed?" Nathaniel looked interested.

"Yeah." Draco nodded. "Can you cover the make up?"

"Sure." Nathaniel nodded.

"I do not wear make up." Anita tried to put her foot down.

"For Sam's job you will." Draco left the room and halted her protests.
***

"Okay. Good." Draco walked up and down the line of nearly or in some cases totally naked men in the other room. He stopped at Sam. "Something blue to bring out your eyes, dark, but not black." He nodded, then walked to Dean, looking him up and down. "Definitely a suit for you. But not black." Draco frowned for a minute. "Charcoal grey or even a wolf grey." He nodded to himself before walking up to Jean-Claude's very nude body. Where Dean had been standing with his hands covering his body even though he was in his boxer briefs, Jean-Claude stood utterly naked and relaxed. "Do you own a blood red velvet suit?" Draco looked him in the eyes.

"Oui." Jean-Claude nodded.

"Good. I'll have Jason pick it up." Draco dialed Jason's phone number on Anita's cell phone and gave him a list of what he'd need for Jean-Claude. After being told that Jason would be there with in the hour, Draco nodded and walked up to Harry who was standing there naked with his hands at his sides looking like he was just as comfortable in his skin as if he were wearing cloths. "Do you still have your dress robes from the leaving party?" Harry blinked.

"Yeah... but they'd never fit now." Harry frowned.

"Ah. Accio Harry's newer dress robes." A package flew through the air and landed in his hand. "I'll make adjustments myself as needed." He opened the box and held the fabric next to Harry. "It's still a good color. And it goes with your hair and your eyes. Tough thing to do." He looked into Harry's deeply emerald eyes. "Have I told you how much I love that you're not a Weasley lately?" Draco grinned.

"No, but you say it now and I'll turn my hair fire red and make Ron's look pale next to mine." Harry crossed his arms and grinned.

"Perish the thought." Draco kissed Harry. "Okay. Sam, Dean, if you two own suits that are like what I described, go get them. If not, go get your best fitting suits and don't put them on yet. I just need the suits." Sam nodded and walked out. His firm ass flexing as he walked. "Gods, I could just sink my teeth into an ass like that...." He licked his lips.

"Something tells me he bites back." Dean grinned at his own joke.

"Nothing wrong with love bites." Draco shrugged turning back to the door to get a glimpse of Sam's semi hard cock as it bounced with his walking. He had his hands full of the suits and laid them out on the bed before getting back in line.

"These do?" He indicated the black suits he had brought.

"You used to be undertakers?" Draco frowned. "Best fitting I take it?" He caught Sam's nod. "Okay. Well we'll have to make do. Accio bag of socks." Draco held out his hand as a large plastic bag of socks flew to his hands.

"Socks... really?" Dean snorted.

"You'd be surprised what you can use to make things." Draco grinned. "Accio Dean's boxer briefs." He pointed his wand at Dean and smirked as Dean was suddenly naked and his sole bit of covering was now in his hand. "Like this." Draco held them out to Dean and as he did they went into full silk boxers. "You ought to go commando. It's better for your tackle." He handed the silk boxers to Dean.

"Thanks. I like the support and the cover for my junk." Dean took his boxers and slid them on. He'd never worn silk boxers before but he liked the feel of them.

"Now, let's see." Draco pulled out two pairs of socks and went to stand in front of Sam, he handed one pair to Sam that became black with small blue squares on them that matched his eyes. The other pair became an expensive leather pair of dress shoes that seemed to be so blue they looked black in places. "It's important to match." He nodded again and walked to Dean, turning the first pair of socks for Dean into a timber wolf grey that would go with the suit he'd be wearing soon enough. He created another set of leather shoes, but Deans were a dark pressed grey leather.

"If only I'd known you a hundred years ago." Jean-Claude marveled at Draco's magic. "I could have used your talents."

"Thanks. But a hundred years ago you'd have probably be meeting Abraxas Malfoy, and to be honest, he's even a bigger hard nosed bastard then my father ever dreamed of." Draco smirked. "But, the question is, do you want any socks to go in your boots?" Jean-Claude nodded and he took the two white ankle socks and transformed them into knee length blood red socks. He took the next pair and created nearly skintight red leather boots that went up just as high and handed them both to Jean-Claude. Draco walked over to Harry and handed him a pair of hunter green socks with a field of golden snitches on them. Then a pair of forest green leather shoes that was so dark they bled into black. He laid out Harry's dress robes to see how bad the damage was.

He laid out the tailor made dark emerald green suit that bordered on being black in places if you let the light move across it. He smiled remembering the amount of people he'd had to bribe to get Harry there and to dance once with him before the others could dance with him. His eyes going misty as he thought about how later that night Harry had talked to him about life and so much more and how he'd wished he'd live up to Harry's level. But at the time he'd known in his soul that Harry would never date anyone with a dark mark on them. And that'd been the night he cut his arm off in a fit of rage at himself and his father for taking Harry from him forever. Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder and turned him to look at him.

"I told you that night that I don't see myself as very special. But I knew you felt I was special." He smiled. "I found out later that you bribed Ginny and the others to keep them away from me so you could have the first dance." He kissed Draco. "I just never understood why till you came back into my life. I'm a bit thick headed at times." He smiled into Draco's neck.

"yeah... we both are." Draco smiled. "Anyways. This is about Sam." Draco cleared his throat and turned around to help the men who had cloths in the room dress. Once dressed he resized and changed the color of all their cloths till they were all dressed impeccably. Some where in the hue change Jason had shown up and helped Jean-Claude dress himself. Once that was done he went back in and charmed Anita's cloths but refused to let anyone else see what she was wearing till it was time. He made one quick call, confirming the time of things and ushered all the men downstairs. He asked Jason to sit with Anita and Nathaniel in the other room.
***

"Yeah I'll sit... holy shit." Jason's jaw fell open.

"I know." Nathaniel grinned.

"I'll take ten." Jason eyed Anita up and down.

"I miss the leather." Nathaniel mocked pouted.

"I'll spank you both." Anita said in a clipped voice.

"Some how... I think we'd both enjoy that. A lot." Jason shrugged and grinned, before sitting on the other side of Anita. "Just wow." He shook his head.

"Draco's doing." Nathaniel indicated Anita.

"Has to be. None of us could EVER get this look." He eyed her up and down.

"One more word and you won't need a woman ever again." Anita shot him a look that showed she wasn't kidding.
***

Draco walked out into the lighted area where the press had been called to the magically raised tent in the spacious front yard of Anita's house. He was wearing a suit that looked like it was nearly moon stone in color. He smiled and welcomed the reporters there.

"You're probably wondering why you were all called here. Hearing the Malfoy name probably doesn't mean much in your circles over here as much as it does in the UK. But I know the name Harry Potter carries with it some weight. As does Jean-Claude and Anita Blake." The reporters leaned forwards. "We've gathered you here today so we could speak about an injustice in our nation's Federal Marshal ranks." Draco looked stricken. "A good man was fired in the last few days on discriminatory, and I dare say criminally, grounds." He could see the reporters sensing something coming. With a wave of his hand a Sam walked in. "This is Samuel Winchester, a former Federal Marshal who's spent most of his adult life saving the people of this country with his brother current Federal Marshal Dean Winchester." Dean walked in then. "Samuel was dismissed because of a virus he was given in the course of his duties as a Federal Marshal. He was infected with the Wolven Lycanthrope strain in a recent case and has recently come to terms with his sexual orientation." The reporters started writing madly. "He's an out homosexual male who is currently in a relationship with Harry J. Potter." Harry walked in then.

"He was fired upon his bosses finding out that he is both homosexually active and infected; both of which are highly discriminatory and against the Federal Marshal's Office's policies and regulations. They had no grounds for dismissing Sam." Draco looked on the verge of tears, and so did some of the reporters. Others looked like sharks in the water that smelled blood. "I would also like to introduce Jean-Claude, a close personal friend of Sam's. He'll be saying a few words later on Sam's behalf." That got their attention. Jean-Claude only ever spoke about official functions, he didn't seem to go out of his way to give interviews or speak out about current events. The fact that he had a friend and was backing him in a controversy this sized spoke volumes. "Ms. Anita Blake will be arriving later to speak to you in the capacity of a close friend and fellow Federal Marshal who has worked with Sam on many occasions." Several of the reporters were over joyed, Anita and Jean-Claude both speaking. Adding in the ones who knew about Harry as well, who were literally shaking with joy at being here. "With out further adieu, I'd like to turn this over to Sam's lover, Mr. Harry Potter, Savoir of the Wizarding world as well as the muggle world you live in." Harry mentally cringed, he hated it when people used that title.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Harry James Potter, Wizard, Exotic Dancer at Guilty Pleasures, Lover of this fine man, and yeah I did kind of save the world twice." He smiled and the crowd laughed. "I'm also, as you might have guessed, a lycanthrope myself since I dance at Guilty Pleasures." He looked out into the crowd. "Unlike Sam, who is my animal to call, I'm a rare breed of magically created lycan called a Tarat. The people attempting to create the Tarat race infected Sam and attempted to kill him and me. He's being punished for being himself, saving a life, and getting infected in the line of duty. I was told that the United States was better then my native land because it held to the rules. Do a good job, get praised. Do a wrong, get punished. Not get punished for doing a good job, because you like the wrong gender." Harry said harshly. "I fail to see how this makes America the great nation it truly is." He wiped tears from his eyes as he took a breath. "I only ask that you... see your way fit to telling the Federal Marshal's Office that they need to give Sam back his job." Harry walked over and held Sam as they both took their seats.

Next to speak was Dean, he spoke about the many events of their lives. The people Sam and saved and the chances he'd taken with no praise. Now to be in a situation where he should be proud and be able to hold his head up high, and he'd been jailed illegally, kept naked by the police, cuffed to keep himself exposed and humiliated, then fired as soon as he was released from jail. Dean poured his heart out but the emotional fireworks only played so far with hungry reporters desperate for headlines and getting paid. When Dean sat down, Jean-Claude swept in

Jean-Claude opened his mouth and smiled as he began to speak. "Sam and I have known each other for only this year. But I've grown to care about him and his friends. He is like family to me in an era when all I have is ma petite. He's brought happiness into my life as he has helped bring one of my newest dancers out of his shell. He's spent long hours talking with me and proven himself of keen mind and deep soul." Jean-Claude touched his hand to his chest. "He is the first friend I have taken into my confidence in more then a hundred years." The implications of that sending shock waves through the crowd. Jean-Claude, face of the vampires in America, had taken a lycan as a friend, a lycan Federal Marshal. "I would not dream of over stepping my bounds." Jean-Claude continued. "But my dear friend has done nothing breaking any laws... he is innocent." Jean-Claude was interrupted as two suited men walked in.

"That is not true. He broke the rule on decorum and on agent behaviour policy." The Federal Marshal said loudly.

"May I ask how he did this?" Jean-Claude looked at the man who averted his eyes.

"He appeared in public naked, and legally attacked an officer of the law who was just doing his job." The man said as he looked fixedly away from Jean-Claude.

"It is a commonly know fact that lycanthropes damage their clothing while transforming is it not?" Jean-Claude asked the crowd at large to a resounding yes. "So appearing naked in public was not his intention and would have been rectified if he had not been shot in the back with tranquilizers." Jean-Claude said smoothly.

"He still shouldn't have attacked that officer legally." The other officer said looking anywhere but Jean-Claude or the crowd.

"So it is the Federal Marshal's Office's stand point that when physically attacked and then verbally demeaned by a sworn officer of the law that one should do nothing? Even while he is expressing homophobia, racism, and hatemongering towards another sworn officer of the law that he is unlawfully imprisoned, assaulted, and humiliated by imprisoning naked?" Jean-Claude tilted his head to the side. "I know Federal Agents who would have broken the man's jaw, not raised a legal issue, and not gotten a reprimand, but my friend was fired for showing physical restraint in the face of such bigotry and fired for his efforts." Jean-Claude said in a disbelieving tone.

"He shouldn't have fought it." Said the second officer who suddenly realized that was a mistake as his badge was out and it was being written down and filmed as was his face. He turned towards Jean-Claude and leered. "This is what's wrong with this country. Good men and women put their lives on the line and filth like you gets to stand up there. And say its not against God that you exist let alone that you practice perverse sexual deviance with others of your gender-" The man was quickly silenced as his partner pulled him out of the tent. Having just cottoned on to the fact that his partner was going to get them in worse trouble.

Draco waved his wand discretely giving a signal to Jason and Nathaniel. The iron was hot, time to throw a nuke at it. He smirked as the curtain opened up on the back of the platform and from the darkness walked in Draco's secret weapon. Anita's dark mess of curls was up in a pleated curtain of glory around and behind her head. Her blood red sinful lips standing out on her pale skin, the result of her European father and Hispanic mother. Her white dress shirt clung to her large tits like a second skin, and her well fitting business suit was worn like a suit of armor as she walked up in high heels to the platform and smiled to the reporters. Many of whom stood and began taking her picture as if their lives depended on every ounce of film being used on her. She politely cleared her throat.

"The hour is growing late, and I know you have to get back to your papers and desks so you can make your deadlines." She said politely. "I won't take up much of your time. I want you all to make it home to your families tonight." She smiled warmly, the crowd responding with aw's and thanks. "I met Sam and his brother only at the start of this case a few short months ago. They've lived in my home and grown in my heart. They’re as much a part of my family as any of my lovers or house guests are." She smiled, the fact that she'd been seen on the arms of no less then seven of her 'boy toys' around town hadn't escaped anyone's attention. A fact she never spoke about to any paper. "Sam is a good agent. Serious, professional, and knows his stuff. He's not like a lot of the Marshal's I've met. He didn't get his training from a book. He got his training from his Marine father and a life time of hunting down the things that go bump in the night." She paused, bit her lip and looked out at the crowd, their camera's and mics leaning closer to her. "This dear sweet man has laid his life down and lost his loved ones over the years to protect and serve the American public and in a time when he needs our understanding, his bosses decide that we're too ignorant to think for ourselves and trust this man with our safety. All because he turns furry three nights out of the month and prefers men in his bed." She started crying, the tears sliding down her porcelain skin as she struggled not to sob.

Draco had been right, the effect was almost instant. Reporters stood calling for the Federal Marshal's Office to be called on this bigoted response. The Reporters reacting to Anita's tears as if she was that dear niece that almost everyone had that they all sworn on birth that the first man who made her cry was going to deal with them. They reacted fiercely and were glad when Draco dismissed them so they could go ream Sam's old bosses a new hole.

"I can't believe that worked." Sam sat there blinking.

"What can I say. You guys had them. She was the napalm on the fanned fire." Draco grinned. "Now... if I remember right... there's a Winchester who owes me something." Draco smirked at Dean.

"You didn't get him his job back yet." Dean said feebly.

"Oh give it time." Draco smirked.

"And how much time do you think-" Dean started but stopped as Draco held up his hand with four fingers extended. He started counting down as he pulled one finger after another closed on his palm. As he brought his last finger down Sam's cell rang. Sam answered it and behind his shocked expression was Draco grinning madly.

"There's no way you could know that..." Dean turned back to Draco.

"I knew how long it would take the reporters to make it back to their news vans, but in most cases those camera's were live." Draco smirked. "That was going out live, giving the time for people who know his old bosses to contact them to watch... yeah I was actually expecting it a few minutes ago." Draco smiled.

"I... he doesn't have his job back till..." Dean started.

"They just rehired me... with a pay raise and a formal apology. They want me to come in as soon as possible so they can be seen as putting an end to this mess." Sam sat down hard. "You did it." He looked right at Draco. "They're even talking about changing the laws and rules about my situation..." He looked shocked at Draco.

"Good. They should. Now if your boss doesn't get reprimanded for approving your firing from his bosses, I'll be shocked." He turned back to Dean. "And you didn't think I could get him to punish his boss." He grinned. "Now you might want to get on your hands and knees because this is going to hurt." Draco grinned.

"Damn it." Dean mumbled as he undid his belt buckle and stood up.
***

"There will be other chances." A tall white man wiped his black curly hair out of his eyes as he undid his tie. His eyes turning pure white as he smiled. "I'll get in close some how." He walked backwards into the enveloping darkness and was swallowed up by the night vanishing totally.
***

In the following weeks, Draco's house was finished, as were the expanded living quarters for guests and vampires that he'd had built in secure locations. He personally did the reality warping spells to connect the houses to Anita's so that in her front room now stood three extra doors that opened to other buildings around the world. Draco had moved out to his house, mainly to get out of Anita's way. She liked him, but he still could set her to death mode just with a few cutting comments They all agreed it was best he move in to his own home but stay close at hand. But now he had his own house to go about making his naughty diamond replicas of himself that were selling as fast as he could make them.

Harry blushed the first night he took Nathaniel while Jason took him live on stage in clear view of everyone. The trio having a massive three way on stage much to the pleasure of the viewing audience. The open nudity raised their cash levels enough that Jason was able to pay for his collage classes he needed to finish getting his degree, while Nathaniel started a mail course to get his GED and maybe later his collage degree. Teddy was a blessing in all their lives, having walked in on one rehearsal and catching Uncle Jason balls deep in Uncle Harry had brought up a tense second till Teddy had announced that he saw nothing wrong with them wrestling. After they explained that they were having sex as preparation for Harry's job, the boy was still okay with it, but wanted to know why they didn't practice with Uncle Sam.. Teddy was a vastly more observant child then anyone gave him credit for, as his teacher enlightened them as she held up a report about Sam and Harry snogging in the buff in the kitchen one night.

Dean found out first hand that Draco took his betting very serious and kept his mouth shut after a few lost bets landed him on Sam's cock in some inventive positions. He didn't like the fact that he and Sam had been assigned different partners for now. Wishing he'd gotten Sam's partner who was some lady who seemed to be more fun then the guy who they'd teamed him up with. His dark curly hair kept getting in his eyes as they questioned suspects. But Dean was happy to have a home, even if Draco had built it for him and Sam. He'd called Lisa after that and explained the situation and asked if he could have visiting rights with Ben. She agreed and started letting Ben come see Dean, so long as they were careful. She didn't want her son coming back a lycan or a vampire, and no handling guns. Ben adapted well with all the strangeness in Dean's life, raising more belief that he was really a Winchester after all.

Sam and Nathaniel were still juggling date night with the other two in their four-way relationship. They were talking a possible hand-binding rite in the coming fall making them official spouses so they could get in on Sam's benefits through the Federal Marshals. He was just happy that it looked like he was going to be getting the family he'd always wanted. Even if he did have to put up with Maranda, his new partner, who was working on a degree on lycans. Sometimes her hyperness made him long for the days when Dean was there to calm him down. But still, he was happy to be allowed back in at work, even if the other guys in the office had to go through sensitivity training on account of him. A few well placed slaps on bare asses and they realized he wasn't going to jump their bones and take them rough and hard while he had three horny men to satisfy back home.

Mean while the items Chuck had left in the house went unnoticed by all but Dean's partner who seemed to, by everyone else's estimation, spend a lot of time staring at a blank wall for no good reason. Chuck himself had gone missing yet again, departing to places he alone knew of. Advantages of being a god they supposed.

Jean-Claude finally managed to open talks between the other heads of the council and began to form their collation to form a new Vampire's council in America. With Marianne and her coven helping, they formed a new ritual that would put Jean-Claude at the head of the council, the others blood bounded to him and the council. They'd be equal save for Jean-Claude's will being above their wills. There'd been one tense moment when Marianne had walked into Anita's house and glanced first at the empty wall and then at Dean's partner. She then turned and shook her head looking at the wall. The only thing she'd said was that they shouldn't let his partner, Martin Bishop, anywhere near that wall if they could help it. After that Anita could felt the power on that wall and felt her cross glow slightly whenever she got near it. But it wasn't time for her to know what secrets her God had given her.
~fin~
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Mean While …. In a burned out building a tall muscular dark haired man wiped the blood from around his mouth. The spiky haired teen at his feet bleeding freely from the wound at his side, his white shirt torn to shreds to give a clear sight at the jagged bite wound on his right oblique. The pale moon light casting the boy’s pale skin in a deathly pallor as the well built man picked him up. The bite was a 50/50 shot. Either you lived and turned, or you died. And since he’d had enough of Sheriff Stilinski’s face and questions lately, Derek Hale carried the young boy out into the woods and laid him out on a large stone near a pond, well off the Hale property.
“And then there were three.” Derek grinned as he backed away into the night. Across town Scott McCall was leaving the hospital after checking on Lydia Martin who had been given the bite by the previous Alpha, Derek’s Uncle Peter. He’d left his best friend who seemed to be hopelessly in love with Lydia there to guard her, Stiles Stilinski wasn’t sure why but he felt drawn to the strawberry blonde girl laying in the hospital bed. He felt the guiltiest over her getting the bite because it’d all been an attempt to get him to help Peter. He still couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t healing if she lived. Maybe something had gone wrong. He knew he couldn’t live if she didn’t.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Melissa McCall, Scott’s mom and one of the nurses at the hospital looked at him.
“I used to think I was. But… lately… I just don’t know.”
“Who’s got your heart now?” Melissa grinned. “It’s not Scott is it?” She joked till Stiles didn’t respond. “Oh Stiles it’s not…”
“No. I think I might have a thing for Derek Hale.” Stiles blushed.
Read what happens to Stiles and Derek, read The Mark.
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