A Few Notes: Okay, let's get a few things straight before we start, shall we?

I was wanting to do a Supernatural Crossover, and I let my friend pick what show to go with it, and she chose Moonlight. I realize this is the first Moonlight/Supernatural Crossover and I'm not sure how well people will respond to it, but give it a chance, yeah?

I am still HORRIBLE at writing fanfics - at least I think so - but I hope I'm at least getting a little better. I also hope this isn't too confusing. I can do stories in my head, even when it's a fanfic, but putting it into actual words? My mind has this barrier and it really doesn't want to let me, I keep drawing blanks and everything, so...hehe yeah. Hopefully this will turn out okay.

I will be posting more of Bobby Plus Three soon - I have half of the next chapter completed but I'm hoping to wrap up 'Shades of Gray' so I can go onto the next year and the next big story within it. So I will hopefully be finishing that up soon and everything.

Now for this story...

Supernatural: AU. Definitely. Most of the characters are still mentioned but the storyline is pretty altered.
Moonlight: AU. Mostly. Josef and Logan are still present, along with the vampire cleaning crew, but though I might mention Beth occasionally, she's not a major character and Josh is still alive, and so she's happy with him, they're married, and she's friends with Mick. Sorry if you are partial to Mick/Beth but I really don't do romance, lol. At least not usually.

Summary: Dean Winchester disappeared in 2004 at the age of 25, leaving behind a worried wayward father and a little brother with a guilty conscience. He is not dead, though - no, he is a vampire due to Mick St. John, who had a moment of weakness after getting hurt, which led to him searching out warm blood and turning the human into one of the living undead. Now, imagine this: Sam left college to help in the search for his brother, so he broke things off with Jessica before things got too serious, and so she was never killed; since Dean wasn't with him and Sam was mostly with his father, Sam was never at the 'special kids' showdown and was never killed, Dean never sold his sould and was killed and sent to hell, and so the Apocalypse wasn't jumpstarted. But now the demons are looking to find him and kill him since he's still, technically, Michael's vessel even though he's not even really human anymore. Looks like being a Winchester can get you into a hell of a lot of trouble even if you're part of the living dead. Figures.

Reverberating Footsteps

A Moonlight/Supernatural Crossover

Chapter One: A Vampire's Life

Dean woke cold, as he always did in the damn freezer in the apartment he shared with his sire. He sighed and stretched, watching as his breath appeared in front of him even though he didn't even really need to breathe. It was mostly just a habit rather than just actual need. He shoved the top of the freezer open and slid out of it, wrapping a dark blue robe around him before walking out of the back room. Friggin' Mick got the good room upstairs, but him? No. He had a small room behind Mick's study, hidden away from prying eyes, so maybe that was good. But still.

He went to the refrigerator and pulled it open, revealing a few packages of blood. He sifted through them before selecting a type and drinking away, prying open one side of the bag and tilting it toward him so that it ran down his throat. Cold blood was not as nearly as good as warm blood, but it had to be enough because he refused to become what he once hunted, a monster only out for human blood. He would never be like that, as he promised himself.

He heard movement behind him and turned to see his sire, Mick St. John, entering the kitchen, clad in a robe of his own, reddish in color. Mick nodded at him in greeting and Dean grunted back, neither of them being morning people. Or, considering the time, evening people. Dean was never very cheerful when he just woke, and neither was Mick, so it usually worked out. They both knew to leave the other alone at first.

Dean went to the back room to get changed into some real clothes-his clothes, too, and not those threads Mick threw on. Though they both liked having a leather jacket, which maybe was okay. Dean pulled on a dark black shirt, a pair of loose jeans that were torn at the knees, and a black leather jacket before he exited the back room and found Mick waiting for him in the main room, sitting peacefully on the couch as though he didn't have a care in the world.

Mick was dressed in neat jeans that fit him nicely, no tears or holes in them, and a light brown shirt with a light brown leather jacket. His dark brown, almost black, hair stood out in contrast with the light brown of the jacket but it suited him, in a way, along with his dark eyes.

"So where are we going?" Dean asked, because Mick only got ready so quickly if he was planning on going somewhere with Dean, which was strange because Dean had only been planning on going for a little walk in the cool evening breeze, seeing as how the temperature around here was starting to drop somewhat, finally. Obviously Mick wanted them to go somewhere.

"Josef's," Mick said as the two exited the apartment, which was fairly large, with a massive steel door and cameras for the hallway. It even had a damn upstairs and Dean wondered how Mick afforded it. He never charged people too much for his services…unless he really disliked them, which Dean thought was pretty hilarious because Mick didn't necessarily dislike people very easily. So the people had to be some major jerks or something, which made them worthy of such a high price, at least in Dean's book and obviously Mick's too, since he was the one charging them.

"Okay." Dean liked Josef. They has similar tastes, I.E. women, and many of them at that. "Why?" Not that he didn't want to go, it was just that Mick usually didn't do things without a reason, especially with the way he had been acting lately, taking case after case after case and…ugh. It hurt just to think about the headache it gave him.

Mick shrugged as they climbed into his car. "I thought we could use a little downtime."

"Uh huh." Dean eyed the elder vampire suspiciously. "No ulterior motives?"

"None."

"Right…" Dean shrugged. "Whatever. Let's get this show on the road, then, yeah?"

Mick smiled and sped away from the curb.

"So how have you been doing?" Dean questioned casually as they drove, his fingers itching to turn some music on. He missed his baby, his precious Impala. But no, he wasn't supposed to drive that unless absolutely necessary because it was too noticeable. Like two dudes walking around with sunglasses and leather jackets wouldn't look a bit strange to some people? Not even a little?

Sometimes Mick's reasoning sucked out loud.

Mick glanced over at him. "I'm good. You?"

"Good. Fantastic. Can I drive my car?"

"No."

Short, simple, to the point.

Damn it.

Normally Dean would never give into anyone, especially when it concerned his beloved Impala, but damn it, this was different. Mick wasn't just his friend or the guy who paid rent, he was Dean's sire. He had turned Dean into a vampire and thus that left them bonded, and left Dean a lot more submissive than he would have liked, really. It kind of got annoying if he stopped to think about it. Then again, he was kind of used to taking orders-like from his father.

Dad.

He swallowed.

He missed his father. And Sam. Sammy. His pain in the ass little brother. But they were gone, stuck in another part of his life that he would never get back. He wondered how they were doing. John was probably okay, not having to look out for Dean anymore, and Sammy was probably doing great things in college, if he wasn't out of it already. It had been four years since he'd been turned, after all.

Four years.

He was twenty-nine now but it seemed he would forever be stuck in his twenty-five-year-old self.

They arrived at a large building and went all the way up to the top floor, where the elevator doors opened to reveal and lavish room. Near the far center of it stood a massive oak desk with a guy sitting at it. The guy stood, grinning as he moved to greet them. He was shorter than both Mick and Dean, who stood at about the same size, really. His light brown hair was short cropped, much like Dean's except not as spiky, and his brown eyes sought out the two of them.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Josef Kostan asked with a grin, his fangs showing.

Yeah, Josef was another vampire, and he was around four-hundred-years-old. He was freakin' ancient.

Dean shrugged. "Boredom. Excite us. C'mon."

Josef rolled his eyes. "I see you still have a short attention span."

"Duh, dude." Dean grinned and looked around. "You have any hot babes stashed around here somewhere or do I have to look for them?"

"Get your own," Josef said before glancing at Mick in confusion. This normally wasn't Mick's kind of thing.

"I thought we could use a little downtime," Mick said in answer to Josef's unspoken question.

Josef nodded as though understanding. "I see," he said. "Follow me." He turned and walked toward a side door in his large office. Dean and Mick followed after him and entered the room beyond as Josef pried open the door. Inside, people were standing over a pool table and a few girls were dancing in the background.

Dean laughed. "You mean this was going on and you were out there, sitting behind your desk? Man, you are one messed up vamp."

Josef grinned. "I heard someone was coming up so I went out to look as though I were actually working, as I'm supposed to be up here but then again, this is my office, isn't it? Why not have some fun?"

"Now you're speaking my language."

Mick rolled his eyes. Dean rammed an elbow into his ribcage.

"Loosen up a little, Micky."

"Don't call me that," Mick stated very firmly, but Dean rolled his eyes in response.

"Whatever."

Mick and Dean left Josef's a few hours later, both feeling somewhat refreshed. Mick drove them around town because he knew neither of them were ready to return to the apartment just yet. Besides, jobs could always be found while driving around town. One never knew when someone would need their help, and it was nice to know that Dean liked helping people, mankind, just as much as he himself did.

Turning Dean into a vampire had been completely accidental. He'd been hit with silver bullets one too many times and it had hurt and he'd had to replenish that lost blood. In doing so, he'd tackled a random stranger walking in a hotel parking lot and had accidentally turned him into a vampire as well. He hadn't known some of his blood had dripped into Dean's mouth, after all.

He had felt instantly guilty at having brought someone into this cursed life he lived, and so he'd taken Dean to Josef to figure out what to do before Dean woke as a vampire. Josef had helped him, there in the beginning, and then Mick had learned how to keep Dean in check and teach him right and wrong and the ways of their vampire world.

Dean used to be a hunter. Mick wasn't entirely sure what that was but he knew it entitled killing vampires, but it was also among other things that threatened humanity. Only the bad things, Dean had assured him after several months of staying with Mick and being a vampire. Good vampires could live if they followed certain rules, like Mick and Josef were currently doing.

Mick shook the thoughts from his head.

He was just starting to glance at Dean and ask him where he wanted to go before they headed back to the apartment, when a little girl ran out into the middle of the road and stood there, watching as their car approached her. Gasping, Mick slammed on his breaks, causing them both to fly forward a little and get jerked back by their seatbelts.

"The hell?" Dean griped as he grasped at his head, looking to see the little girl in the middle of the road. She moved toward the car and stood directly in front of it, watching the two of them with wide eyes, her blonde hair flowing behind her in the cool breeze of the city. Where were her parents? Mick narrowed his eyes, not liking this at all.

Who let their child run freely like this?

Then the girl's eyes turned jet black, as though a dark shutter had been closed upon them, and Mick growled lowly. There was definitely something wrong here. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end and his blood felt cold, much more so than usual, as it rain through his veins, borrowed blood from humans since he couldn't make the blood on his own. Dean looked calm, though, deathly so as he sat up straight in his seat, his gaze focused solely on the little girl with the black eyes of death.

"The hell is that?" Mick snarled as the girl stepped toward the car a little more. Her hand raised and suddenly the car was flown back, crashing into the cement ground harshly. Mick groaned and quickly undid his seatbelt as he slid out of the shattered car window, glancing over at Dean to see him doing the same, a cut down his forehead, blood running into his face as he watched the little girl.

"Dean Winchester," the little girl said with a wicked, sinister grin. "And here we all thought you were dead."

"And you are…?" Dean asked slowly, glaring at her with narrowed green eyes, a harsh tint to his face.

The little girl chuckled as though this was all a game and was hilarious to her. Mick growled and seriously considered ramming his fist through this little girl's face even though she was just a child. There was something evil about her, horrible and wrong, and the wrongness of it all kept screaming through him as though it were a physical force. It was really starting to give him a headache.

"Who are you?" Mick snapped, tired of this game this girl seemed to be playing with them. She'd already destroyed his car-without even really lifting a finger. She'd just waved her hand a little and suddenly his car had been flying through the air. What was up with that? Was this something like what Dean had been talking about when he'd said he hunted evil things? Was she something he'd hunted? Mick glanced over at the vampire he'd created and frowned at the intent expression he found there.

"Cristo," Dean growled.

The little girl growled and her expression turned angry, no longer all smiles and happy laughs. Well, good.

"She's a demon," Dean snapped to Mick.

"A what?" Mick asked with a heavy frown as his mind blanked on him. Demons weren't real…were they?

"Who are you?" Dean growled at the girl. "And what are you doing here? How do you know me?"

"We all know of you," the girl told him as though he should have known, as though it were common knowledge and were as easy as knowing that there were fifty states in the U.S. This girl's attitude was grating on Mick's nerves fairly quickly. "And we are going to find you."

"Why? Why am I important?" Dean asked, utterly confused. Mick didn't like where this conversation seemed to be heading.

"You don't know?" she asked, as though it were a crime not to know here reasoning.

Yeah. She was really annoying, Mick decided. Maybe it would be best to shut her up? Could demons be killed? Hmm.

"I'm Lilith," the girl finally said with a wide grin as though she were proud of her name.

"Lilith?" Dean asked, frowning.

"We'll come for you, Dean Winchester-you can count on that. Nowhere is safe from us." Then the girl threw her head back and screamed as a black smoke filtered out of her mouth to storm through the air before disappearing from view, into the dark clouds of the night.

Mick started as the little girl fell to the ground. In an instant, he was next to her, catching her before her head could collide with the ground. That eerie feeling he'd had was gone now, and his hairs were no longer standing on end. Did that meant the demon was gone or that it was just…dormant or sleeping or something? What was happening? He hadn't the faintest idea. He glanced back at Dean to see him moving toward them now, as though torn from his shock.

"What the hell was that all about?" Mick snapped, wanting some answers.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but was cut off as the little girl shifted in Mick's arms. "We should get her to the hospital," Dean said instead of what he'd originally been getting ready to say. Mick wondered if the danger was really over, that the 'demon' was really gone, but then he nodded tightly and took off at a quick run through the streets, keeping to the shadows as he hurried toward the hospital. He could hear the nearly silent footfalls of Dean as he ran right behind him, keeping pace but not passing him.

Mick dropped the little girl off at the hospital…mainly in the doorway to the hospital, then he and Dean had fled the scene as nurses came to investigate and found the girl. They hurried her inside and Mick and Dean kept to the shadows.

Mick turned to Dean and grabbed him by the arms, shaking him a little. "What the hell was that?" he asked again, his gaze narrowed onto Dean's face for any sign he was about to lie.

Dean bit down on his lower lip and then slowly shook his head. "I don't really know," he admitted quietly. "I have no idea."

Neither did Mick, but it didn't settle well with him.

It seemed as though things were about to get very, very complicated.

So...good, bad? Worth continuing or should I delete it? What do you think? Let me know! Thanks!

~Muffy the Dough Slayer~