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

Chapter 50- Are We Still Brothers?

WARNINGS: Mentions of Porn

Sam traveled up the small steps leading to the Mikaelson mansion. He rang the doorbell and waited with his hands stuffed in his pocket. Before long, the door opened, revealing Elijah still in his sleeping clothes with a toothbrush dangling between his lips. He removed the toothbrush to address Sam.

"Looking for your brother, Sam," Elijah assumed.

"Uh, yeah, but also looking for yours. Is Kol here by any chance," Sam asked.

"He's out. You can stick around and wait for him to return," Elijah offered, stepping aside to let him in, "In the meantime, I'll call Dean."

"Thanks," Sam said.

Once his back was turned, Sam took a small moment to examine the original. Strangely enough this was the first time he had seen him outside of fancy attire. Not to mention, seeing him actively brushing his teeth was new as well. It was weird to see him act so... Human. Maybe Sam was the weird one for even thinking that.

Sam made himself comfortable on the couch while looking around the living room. It was a nice place. To think Dean lives here now. It was temporary but still this place is basically like his third home behind the Bunker and Damon's place.

"Might I ask what you need Kol for?"

Sam looked over to see Elijah had returned.

"I wanted his advice on a spell. I would ask Rowena but she's busy," Sam said.

"And Bonnie," Elijah asked.

"With Rowena," Sam said, thinning his lips in an awkward smirk.

Elijah huffed out an amused chuckle.

"Still trying to recruit her into a coven, hm," Elijah asked.

"You have no idea. I think Bonnie would be alright with it if Kai wasn't technically part of Rowena's coven already," Sam theorized, "I still don't understand why Bonnie hates him so much."

"What about you? Are you planning to join the coven," Elijah asked.

"I don't think that'll be possible. I'm not a witch..."

"Sam, I've seen you cast a handful of spells since our time together as family. You're quite talented. More than you think. And you know, not all witches are solely into blood sacrifices and world domination either," Elijah said, smiling at him playfully.

"So you're suggesting that I should what? Become a hunter-witch," Sam asked.

Elijah shrugged, choosing to let him decide instead of giving him the answer he wanted.

"When I was a boy, my mother always said you can tell if someone was born to be a hexa or a witch. They would carry a sort of gleam in their eyes when they cast spells," Elijah recalled, "You have the gleam, Sam. I've seen it. But it is up to you. No need to feel pressured."

"Sam?"

Elijah glanced up at Dean standing on the balcony of the stairs. 

"I'll leave you two to it," Elijah said, departing to his bedroom.

Dean headed down to speak with Sam without needing to yell. He took a spot on the couch opposite of him.

"I wasn't expecting you to visit," Dean said, knitting his eyebrows in concern.

"Nothing bad happened if that's what you're worried about. I just wanted to check on you," Sam reassured.

Dean's concern vanished, allowing him to relax.