Zaou let out a snarl as Dean pushed pas-sed him. By using the limited moisture in the air, he drew it to the rope wrapped out his arm and turned it to ice in spikes that curve towards his hand. Curling his lip, he lunged at Dean, attacking him.

Markus looked up, and a corner of his mouth quirked slightly at what he saw.

Dean laughed a little, easily dodging the ice and smashing it with a swift kick.

"Now, my beef's not with you, Moon." He added, taking his knife dipped in Dean Man's Blood and driving it into Zaou's stomach.

((Stuff acts like poison. That amount will hurt Zaou a lot, slow him down a lot, too. But won't kill him.)) 

Zaou grunted, his eyes wide with surprise. He stumbled back a few steps and sank to his knees, clutching his stomach.

"Brother!" Markus yelled. Narrowing his eyes, his let out a fearsome snarl and pulled out a retractable sword from a poket of his jacket. As it extended, he lunged at Dean.

"You forget how much we have in common." Dean advised, blocking the blind attack and knocking the weapon away from his body.

"Willing to kill for our brothers. But, my brother's blood. He's not going to die, so calm down, bloodsucker." 

Markus spun the weapon in his hand and snarled. His eyes glittered dangerously. Growling something unintelligable in anceint greek, he slowly circled around Dean. His gait like that of a stalking predator.

Dean followed the movements like liquid, his statue that of an attacking one.

This is your decision, Mark!" 

Markus tilted his head, as if not comprehending what Dean had said. His mind was already set in the the frame of the beast when he was first turned. A low rumbling growl came from his chest as he watched Dean's ever move. Twirling the blade in his hand, he attacked again.

Dean sighed dramatically, dodging. But this time, the blade grazed his shoulder, scratching him.

"Listen to me, Markus. I didn't do this for anything. You were a good person! What happened?" 

Markus tilted his head again as long forgotten memories surged up in his minds eye. "A bloody past with a bloody furture," he growled before cursing in greek. His turned his crimson eyes onto Dean. "And nobody hurts by family and lives."

"You could've told me that, being going all Rambo on me." Dean said, dropping his defenses, a solemn look on his face.

"And you aren't the only with problems." 

Markus bared his fangs. "Yea, 'cause everyone I know has a f*cked-up past," he growled.

"At least you've never been dragged to Hell by a Hell hound in front of the one person you care about the most!" Dean snarled, his defenses up at once.

"You have no idea.. You think you have a hard life? HA!" 

Markus snarled back. His eyes narrowed. As he was about to answer, he heard a soft moan coming Zaou. Markus snapped his attention back to his brother and quickly rushed to his side. "Brother?" he asked softly.

Zaou opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Markus. Reaching up with one hand, he pulled Markus closer to him and whispered a few soft words into the albino's ear. Markus pulled away, cast a quick glare at Dean, and simply vanished with the wind.

Dean looked to Zaou, muttering to himself. He picked him up, sitting him on the bed.

"I didn't want to do that, but I told you." Dean told him, slicing a cut into his forearm. He pressed it to Zaou's mouth, a smirk to his lips.

"You know, I was lying about ingesting blood. That's disgusting." 

Zaou glanced at Dean. "Don't tempt me with mortal blood, please. I've spent most of my life drinking the blood of animals and I won't break the code I've set for myself," he said as he gently pushed Dean's arm away.

"Aw, so you're the great one." Dean smirked, quickly covering the wound. He grabbed a bottle from his back pocket, covered by his shirt.

"Here, genuine Panther blood. I was gonna tell Mark to drink it, since it's the closest to Human blood." 

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Hey, no snarlin' 'ere! You gonna join or what? 

Zaou gave Dean a doubtfull glanced before taking the bottle. Opening it quickly, he downed it quickly. He tossed it away when it was empty.