Fathered By A Vampire- Part 1: The Vampire Child Series

Chapter 22- Forgive Me

Kai turned around as Sam called his name. Sam stopped in front of him.

"Kai, what you did for us," Sam started.

"I did it for you," Kai corrected, looking at Sam, "I only helped because of you."

"Why for me," Sam asked, giving a look of curiosity.

"I can't really explain it. I mean you scare the hell out of me, but I don't know. It's strange. You make me feel fuzzy. Warm and fuzzy. I want to feel it again," Kai said.

Kai caught Sam's amused smile. A wave of heat reached his ears. Kai scratched the back of his nape as the feeling seemed to increase.

"From the sounds of it, you were happy, but I could be wrong of course," Sam said.

"Happiness? I've felt happy before. I've never felt..."

Kai trailed off, his eyes staring off blankly.

"Well in any case, thank you for your help. I mean it," Sam said, patting him on the shoulder.

That warm, fuzzy feeling returned hard enough to make Kai stiffen. It started at his stomach and rushed to his chest. It made his heart pump a little harder, and yet he felt safe. Completely, utterly safe. How long has it been since he felt that way? Is that how Dean felt around Sam too? ... Dean.

"Sam, there's something you should know about Dean. The only person capable of killing the dark hunter is the one he loves the most," Kai said, "So if you ever feel like Dean can't control himself anymore and your back is against the wall, there is another option."

As he noticed Sam's expression fall, Kai turned and went to his car, leaving the hunter to digest his words. Sam returned inside to help Dean finish packing. Klaus glanced over to Damon as he walked by. He made his way over to him.

"I'm assuming you already requested Dean's forgiveness," Klaus said.

"Excuse you," Damon said, turning to Klaus.

"You apologized to Dean for what you did to him," Klaus said, changing his phrasing, "I mean you did apologize, right? You're not foolish enough to actually think you've been forgiven, are you?"

"Why don't you mind your own business, Klaus," Damon suggested, "Stop snooping in others'. It's gonna get you in trouble."

"And who is going to be the one to deal out that punishment, Damon," Klaus asked, scoffing at him, "You?"

"No, he won't."

Klaus looked behind Damon to see Castiel. He felt his confidence shift downwards faster than he could think. Recalling his previous confrontation with the angel, Klaus straightened while taking a single step back.

"But I will," Castiel finished, standing behind Damon protectively.

Klaus's tongue darted over his lips as he thought about antagonizing Castiel for defending Damon. But he chose against it and backed off with his hands up in surrender. Then he went to say his goodbyes to Dean.

"We'll be meeting again soon, Dean. So try not to get too lonely," Klaus teased, watching him zip up his duffle bag.

"I doubt that'll be a problem. You just make sure you keep your nose clean, Klaus," Dean said, throwing the bag over his shoulder, "I would hate to have to hunt you down."

"I'd love to see you try. Though I should warn you, I'm not one to go down without a fight," Klaus smiled, taking his bag from him.

He got closer, leaning into his right ear. His lips were practically touching the lobe of it.

"I promise to be gentle with you," Klaus said softly before brushing past him as he walked out to his car.

Dean was left frozen for a moment, trying to comprehend what that was. Was Klaus flirting with him? No. He couldn't have been. After all, they were talking about fighting... Right? Dean followed Klaus outside but turned at hearing Damon call out to him.

"I wanted to, uh... Listen, I didn't mean to make you upset earlier," Damon said, making Dean turn around, "I just wanted answers and I was... What I'm trying to say is..."

"You really suck at this, don't you," Dean asked with a taunting smile.

"Is it that obvious," Damon teased back.

"Just a little," Dean shrugged, "Don't worry about it, dad. I said some awful things too. Turns out pettiness runs in the family."

Damon huffed out a small laugh and pulled Dean into a hug.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Damon said softly.

"I know. Me too," Dean said, returning his embrace.

Damon let him go but held on to his shoulders.

"By the way, I set up some rooms for you and Sam whenever you two feel like visiting. My home is open to you and," Damon said, letting Dean go to reach into his pocket, "I got you something. You can call it a gift."

Damon held up a key, allowing Dean to grab it out of his hand.

"What is this," Dean asked.

"A key to my home. That way you don't have to wait anymore," Damon said.

Dean looked at Damon in shock.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked, unsure about accepting the gift, "I mean Sam and I, we're... You know what we do, right? And you're a..."

"Your father. I'm your father. No matter what, I'll always be your father before anything else," Damon interrupted, "Besides you're a Salvatore now, Dean. It's your home too."

"Wow... I don't know what to say. Thank you," Dean said, chuckling nervously.

"Don't mention it," Damon shrugged, "Whenever you and Sam are ready, feel free to come home. Okay?"

"Yeah," Dean agreed.

Dean watched Damon get into his car with Stefan. He waved as Dean waved back. Then he got into the Impala and looked over at Sam, sitting passenger.

"Would you believe me if I said I've missed you," Dean teased.

"Nah," Sam teased back.

"Bitch," Dean smirked.

"Jerk," Sam smiled.

Dean started his car and drove to the bunker.