#vampire!jimmy

So basically Jimmy kinning Edward cause he’s got daddy issues-

Im not very well versed in vampire lore so apologies if anything is fucked up-

Jimmy was born a vampire

His skin too glitters in the sun

But he does wear sunglasses when it’s especially bright

Often stares when blood is in the mix which at bullworth is practically him staring at the fights-

Sometimes cuts himself with his own fangs

Usually is sustained by animal blood

Gary does end up finding out cause… he’s Gary-

Petey isn’t one for conspiracies and doesn’t believe Jimmy when he tells him until he turns into a bat-

Convinces Gary to let him drink his blood on the promise that he turns into a bat

YES he can turn into a bat I’m tired of ppl forgetting this for vampires

Tries to avoid mirrors as much as possible-

Whenever someone DOES see his non reflection Gary mansplains them into thinking differently

Petey tries to not act uncomfortable about it after learning about his,,, “vampirism” but he’s over it after a week or so

Gary gets him a Dracula costume instead tho-

Jimmy in the Dracula costume: really?

((Idk if you wanted Dean but i don’t think Jimmy would be so jealous all the time by the time Dean came around so here we go~~)).

Jimmy should have heard him coming, but he was still new to this. Five years wasn’t enough time to become used to being a vampire, attuned to every inhale and heartbeat and movement of the air. Sometimes he had to shut down on himself just to think, let alone concentrate on anything else.

But the scent, the sharp gaze of his big brother and his Alpha, speared him within a moment. It all faded away until there was nothing but the cool stone at his back and Castiel at his front, one hand pressed lightly to his collarbone - not even pushing, not really, just resting there. But it was enough to keep Jimmy pinned and caught like a fly in a web.

"What’s wrong?" Castiel demanded, and Jimmy shivered at the unique thrum of his Alpha’s commanding voice. When they’d been human, Castiel used to follow Jimmy into old abandoned barns and through the woods and into the village when their mother had expressly forbidden them to go. Jimmy had been the one to coax Castiel into his bed with soft whimpers and warm hands and desperate little jerking motions under the blankets.

Now it was all different; Castiel in control, stern, stoic. He was every inch the trained leader that their father had moulded him into

Jimmy growled, upper lip curling back briefly, showing his teeth. “Nothing,” he said, tasting the lie like something sour. Castiel’s eyes flashed, disapproving, knowing Jimmy was lying to him.

His hand pushed a little harder, pulling Jimmy’s skin across his bones, pinching and aching. “What’s wrong?” he asked again, commanding and stern.

Jimmy sighed, tilting his head back. “I don’t like watching,” he said after a long, long while. Castiel had the patience of a saint with everything except his Children. Since Jimmy had fallen under that category five years ago, everything was off balance.

The Alpha blinked, tilting his head. “Watching?”

"Yeah." Jimmy swallowed. The scent of his Alpha teased at him, making his teeth itch in his gums. He’d only ever fed from Castiel, could feel the blood-addiction burning at the back of his throat, begging for another hit. "When you feed off of them. I know you need to, but I don’t like it." He narrowed his eyes, raising them to meet his brother’s. "Do you have to be so public about it?”

Castiel’s lips quirked up in one corner in a smirk. “What would you have me do?” he taunted, removing his hand and allowed Jimmy to straighten. “Become a vegan?”

"That’s not what I meant,” Jimmy growled. “I just…”

Something in his tone must register with Castiel - Jimmy is not simply his Child and his beta, but his older brother. Theirs is a bond that will never be simple, or shallow. “You just…what?” he asked, reaching out again to gently brush his thumb across Jimmy’s jaw.

Jimmy’s hand curled around his wrist. “You’re mine,” the beta vampire hissed, nostrils flaring, teeth bared.

Castiel blinked, a small furrow forming between his brows. “Of course I am,” he said, as though anything else would make no sense at all, and Jimmy huffed a breath and let go of him, shaking his head. “Jimmy - beloved - of course I’m yours. Who on Earth told you otherwise?”

It was hard to think with Castiel so close to him, so the beta vampire just shook his head and forced a smile to his face. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, breathing deeply, closing his eyes. “It doesn’t -.”

He stopped, his breath stuttering when he caught the scent of blood in the air. Castiel was looking at him intently, two of his fingers now bloody from where they had dug into his own neck, splitting his skin apart in two little lines. Jimmy licked his lips, throat suddenly so dry.

Castiel cupped the back of his neck with his bloody hand and pulling Jimmy to his throat. Unable to resist the blood call (and never wanting to), Jimmy clung to his brother tightly, sealing his lips around the little wounds and adding his own bite to them.

With the blood bond came Castiel’s thoughts, his emotions; Jimmy moaned softly, pushing his body against Castiel’s in search of the heat and friction he always sought from his little brother - Castiel pushed back until Jimmy’s shoulders collided with the stone wall again, earning a soft moan from the beta vampire.

"You are the only one who has this, now," Castiel said, his voice thrumming under Jimmy’s mouth. "Since I changed you, no one but you has had me like this, Jimmy."

And Jimmy knew it was true, objectively, but it was still really fucking nice to hear it - Jimmy needed Castiel to survive. He knows for a fact that Castiel does not need him.

The fingers on the back of his neck tightened. With Castiel’s body caging him in, strong arms wrapped around him and blood in his mouth, Jimmy felt completely enveloped by his older brother, safe and protected and cherished in his hold.

Castiel let Jimmy drink his fill, and when he was done the Alpha cupped his brother’s face and gently licked the lingering blood away.

"I love you," Castiel said, kissing his brother again and again until Jimmy sighed and smiled against his mouth. Castiel rested their foreheads together, one hand sliding down Jimmy’s shoulder, his arm, and laced their fingers together. "Let me show you how much."

To be honest, no - I mean I’ll write as many little prompts as people want/ask for, but I always feel like I’m ripping off my own story and I feel like the situation is far too similar to ‘Dormant Siren’ and those following it, you know?

I mean I could write about the total corruption of the vampire Covens and how there’s an inside agent slowly working their way up and people are going missing and Dean, Castiel and Jimmy have to go investigate and maybe there’s plots and attempts on their life or Dean almost dies trying to fight against too many vampires and maybe there’s a plot twist but.

more of alpha! cas, jimmy and consort!dean? that was really good. and thank you for your magnificent writing, sometimes that’s all that gets me through the day. -sends virtual hug-

((All the hugs!))

It wasn’t that Jimmy was worried, per say - it was just that, well, Dean was very precious to him, and to Castiel, and he had a lot of faith in Dean’s diplomatic ability and the ability to guide the vampires in his absence.

He just didn’t trust them. Without either of them by Dean’s side the human was much more vulnerable to attack, and yes, Jimmy trusted his ability, but Dean often didn’t. He’d never had to sit head of a meeting before and to throw him into the deep end in such a hostile time was nothing if not dangerous.

He needn’t have worried. He knew as soon as he’d come into the meeting to see Dean - calm, steady, heartbeat slow and sure - that he should have had more faith in his and his brother’s loyal consort. Dean was strong, a hunter in his own right, and he handled the entire thing with an ease and drive that left Jimmy in awe of him. Clearly he’d been paying attention, adept at channeling his Alpha in keeping a level head with that very subtle threat underneath.

It was wonderful to watch - Jimmy would have to, one day, suggest Castiel take his place so that he could see it first-hand as well. 

Zachariah’s presence weighed on his mind, though - technically, though Jimmy was the Alpha’s brother and his Beta, he was actually of a lesser rank than the Sires gathered because he had no Children that had been changed by him. His rank wasn’t usually called into question, but Zachariah had been uppity and disrespectful all meeting and Jimmy was honestly tiring of it.

Dean, it seemed, was too. “Are you quite finished?” he snapped, glaring at the vampire from his place at the head of the table. “If you’re not happy with what’s going on here, spit it out. Keepin’ it all in’s gotta be bad for your health.”

Zachariah snarled at him, eyes gleaming. “I don’t have to take this,” he hissed, pushing himself to his feet, “from the Alpha’s whore and his barren brother. You two have no authority over any of us here!”

Jimmy snarled, upper lip curling back as he pushed his chair back in preparation to challenge Zachariah, but Dean’s hand reached out and stopped him. The human’s dark green eyes were piercing, small tick in his jaw the only giveaway to his anger.

Finally, he drew back, and smiled cheerily, nodding. “You’re right,” he said, much to Jimmy’s - and, he was sure, everyone else’s - shock. Dean stood, gesturing to the Alpha’s chair. “Come on. You’ve been with us the longest - you’re right, you should totally stand in the Alpha’s place when he’s not here.”

Jimmy set his eyes on Dean, demanding to know just what the fuck he thought he was doing, but Dean’s eyes weren’t on him - they were fixed on Zachariah, open and friendly. 

Zachariah straightened, haughty and proud, and began to walk towards Dean. “Knew you’d see it my way, little whore,” he said with a sniff, and Dean’s smile didn’t even falter - he was looking at Zachariah like…

Fuck. Jimmy knew that look. His nails tightened, sending fine cracking filigree through the table top. He was glad he didn’t have a heartbeat because if he did it would be thrumming in anticipation, a dead giveaway.

Dean held Zachariah’s eyes until the vampire was level with Jimmy, before he stepped back with a demure nod and an almost coy smile. “Have a seat, Sire. Can I get you anything?” he asked, and Jimmy’s eyes narrowed - that little fucker was pulling the same tricks he did with Jimmy and Castiel, acting all sweet and innocent to get what he wanted. Hell, it was what had lured the twins in in the first place - Dean’s sweetness, his coyness, before he’d turned it all back on them and made them realize just how wonderful and powerful a mate he really was.

No sooner had Zachariah sat down and began to speak than Dean had the machete in his hand and swung, slicing through Zachariah’s neck as easily as anything and embedding the blade into the wooden back of the chair.

He grimaced in disgust, shoving the body away and yanking the blade back out. “Anyone else got a problem?” he asked, wiping at the blood splatter across his face and spitting on the vampire’s corpse.

There was, of course, silence as his answer, and Dean nodded and took a seat, unminding of the blood that was now sprinkled across his files and down his back. Jimmy simply stared, disbelieving, until Dean’s eyes turned to him.

He grimaced a little, guiltily. “Sorry for your loss,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Jimmy grinned. “It’s no loss,” he replied, honestly, earning another shy smile. “I wish Cas could have seen that.”

"He will later," Dean said with a one-shouldered shrug, and Jimmy nodded, sitting back in his chair in acceptance. Yes, Cas would see later, drawing Dean’s memories from him along with his blood in their ritual they performed whenever one of them was away, so that Castiel could keep up with the goings on of his covens while he was gone.

The one with Dean as well or just on their own?