"No, okay, what the ACTUAL FUCK?!"

The Land Rover's engine hummed steadily as they cruised down the Virginia highway, tires eating up miles of asphalt beneath an increasingly moody sky.

They'd been driving for hours, the monotony broken only by occasional stops for gas and bathroom breaks.

In the driver's seat, Trevor Belmont drummed his fingers against the steering wheel in time with the classic rock playing softly from the radio.

Dean sat beside him in the passenger seat, while Lucien occupied the back, gazing out at the passing landscape.

"So," Dean broke the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "We know you've been hunting vampires your whole life, but ever anything else?"

Trevor's mouth quirked into a half-smile. "Kind of. Primarily vampires, but I've tangled with most things that go bump in the night. My family specializes in the bloodsuckers, but we're equal opportunity monster killers when necessary."

"And this thing with Dracula," Dean continued, shifting to face Trevor better, "it's personal, right? More than just professional vampire hunting."

Trevor's expression hardened slightly. "You could say that."

Lucien, who had been quiet for most of the journey, leaned forward between the seats. "You said your family has been hunting Dracula for seventeen centuries. That's a long time for a grudge."

"It's not a grudge," Trevor replied, his tone clipped. "It's a sacred duty."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, we know all about those."

Before Trevor could answer, the radio suddenly emitted a burst of static, the music cutting out abruptly. Trevor frowned, reaching to adjust the dial.

"Cheap American electronics," he muttered, though his tone lacked conviction.

Lucien felt it then – a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a disturbance in the Force that raised the hair on the back of his neck. He looked up through the window, noticing for the first time how the previously scattered clouds had begun to gather and darken.

"Something's wrong," he said, his voice quiet but tense.

Trevor glanced at the sky, his frown deepening. "Those clouds weren't there five minutes ago."

Dean followed their gaze. "Maybe a storm's rolling in? Weather can change fast in these parts."

"Not this fast," Trevor countered, his eyes now constantly flicking between the road and the rapidly darkening sky. "And not like this."

The clouds were indeed gathering too fast, swirling into existence.

One moment, patches of blue were still visible; the next, the entire sky was a roiling mass of storm-gray fury.

Lucien's unease grew stronger, "This isn't natural," he said, leaning further forward. "Something's doing this."

Trevor checked the rearview mirror, confirming the Impala was still following close behind them, Sam at the wheel with John lying in the backseat. "How much further to Mystic Falls?" Dean asked, checking the map spread across his knees, his tone casual tonebut tension filled his shoulders.

"About fifty miles," Trevor replied. "Should reach it before nightfall if-"

The radio, which had settled back into playing music after Trevor's adjustment, suddenly erupted into static again, louder this time.

Trevor reached to turn it off, but the knob rotated uselessly, the static growing in volume and intensity.

"That's not good," he muttered, eyes flicking to the sky once more.

Lucien followed his gaze. Something dark moved within the clouds, a shadow larger than any bird should be. At first, it was just a flicker – there and gone so quickly he thought he might have imagined it. Then it appeared again, more distinct this time.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asked, squinting upward. "Some kind of plane?"

Trevor's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "No. Not a plane."

The shadow broke through the cloud cover, revealing itself in terrible majesty.

Wings that must have spanned forty feet unfurled against the darkening sky.

Scales the color of midnight blue gleamed with an iridescent sheen.

A serpentine neck supported a horned head, and two glowing eyes fixed on the vehicles below.

"Is that a fucking dragon?" Dean's voice cracked with disbelief.

Trevor swerved to avoid a pothole, his expression grim. "Bloody appears so."

The creature tucked its wings and dived toward them.

"HOLD ON!" Trevor shouted, yanking the wheel hard to the right.

The Land Rover lurched off the road, tires spinning on gravel as Trevor executed a perfect bootlegger turn. Lucien was thrown against the door, then back across the seat as they accelerated in the opposite direction.

Through the rear window, he saw the Impala skid into a similar maneuver, Sam's face visible through the windshield, eyes wide with shock.

The dragon swooped low over the highway where they'd been moments before, its shadow darkening the asphalt like an eclipse.

As it passed, its jaws opened wide, and a torrent of blue-white flame erupted, scorching the road.

"Dean!" Trevor barked. "Phone! Get Sam on speaker!"

Dean fumbled for his cell phone, hitting speed dial. The call connected almost immediately, Sam's voice coming through tinny but clear:

"DEAN! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?"

"Dragon," Dean replied, his voice remarkably steady given the circumstances. "Actual, honest-to-God, fire-breathing dragon."

"How is that possible? Dragons aren't-"

"Save the existential crisis for later," Trevor cut in, eyes flicking between the road and the rearview mirror where the dragon was banking for another approach. "How's your father?"

"Still unconscious," Sam replied. "The IV's holding, but this driving can't be good for him."

Trevor muttered something that sounded like a prayer. "We need to split up. That thing can't chase both vehicles at once."

"Split up?" Dean protested. "That's the classic horror movie mistake!"

"You got a better idea?" Trevor challenged, already angling the Land Rover toward a side road.

The dragon was gaining altitude, preparing for another attack run. Its wings beat the air with enough force to create downdrafts that buffeted the vehicles.

"Lucien," Dean turned in his seat. "Can you... you know?" He made a pushing motion with his hands.

Lucien nodded, rolling down his window. The wind whipped his hair as he leaned out slightly, extending his hand toward the approaching beast.

He reached for the Force, gathering it like water in cupped hands, then pushed outward with all his strength. The energy wave struck the dragon mid-dive, causing it to falter momentarily, its massive head jerking sideways as if it had been punched.

The creature roared, the sound vibrating through Lucien's chest like a physical blow. It shook itself, recovering faster than Lucien expected, and resumed its pursuit.

"Huh... It's weaker than I thought," Lucien admitted, pulling himself back inside.

"Strong, but weaker than Sir Lycan," Trevor observed, eyes narrowed. "Interesting."

Dean was rummaging through the weapons cache behind his seat. "Please tell me you've got something for dragon-slaying in this rolling arsenal."

"Nothing that would work," Trevor replied grimly, executing another sharp turn as the dragon's shadow passed overhead. "Dragons aren't like other creatures. Their scales repel most weapons, and their internal fire makes them resistant to damage."

Through the phone, Sam's voice crackled: "Why would Dracula send a dragon after us? And how does he even have one? I thought dragons were extinct."

"Nearly extinct," Trevor corrected, swerving to avoid another blast of flame that scorched the road beside them. "Hunted to the brink by an alliance of the Holy Knights of Christianity and the Warriors of God in Islam during the 12th century."

"Christians and Muslims working together during those days?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Nothing unites religious enemies like a common threat," Trevor replied. "Dragons were devastating Europe and the Middle East. The alliance was... pragmatic."

The road forked ahead. Trevor took the right branch while Sam, following behind, took the left. The dragon hesitated, then banked to follow the Land Rover.

"It's coming after us," Dean observed unnecessarily.

"It's after Lucien," Trevor corrected. "Dragons are drawn to power. They can sense it."

The radio static suddenly cleared, replaced by Sam's voice: "Dean? Trevor? Can you hear me?"

"We hear you," Dean replied. "How'd you get on the radio?"

"I didn't," Sam's confusion was evident. "I'm still on the phone."

Trevor cursed, hitting the dashboard with his palm. "The dragon's interfering with electronics. Magical interference."

As if to prove his point, the Land Rover's engine sputtered momentarily before roaring back to life. Trevor patted the dashboard. "Come on, old girl. Don't fail me now."

The dragon swooped lower, its shadow engulfing them. Heat washed over the vehicle as another blast of flame narrowly missed them.

"Why is it weaker than Sir Lycan? I don't think Dracula would be stupid enough to send something weaker than the servant who already lost." Lucien asked.

Trevor's eyes met his in the rearview mirror. "Because we're in Klaus's territory now. The dragon is bound to Dracula, sharing a magical connection. Being this close to Klaus's power signature is causing it pain."

"Like allergies?" Dean asked.

"More like radiation poisoning," Trevor replied. "Magical creatures are sensitive to opposing energies. It's why Dracula himself won't come here."

The road curved sharply, forcing Trevor to slow down. The dragon took advantage, diving closer. Its talons scraped the roof of the Land Rover with a sound like nails on a chalkboard.

"We need a plan," Dean said, checking his phone. "Sam's heading back toward the main highway. If we can reunite-"

"Look out!" Lucien shouted as the dragon swooped directly in front of them, landing on the road ahead.

Trevor slammed on the brakes, the Land Rover skidding on the asphalt. The dragon reared up, wings spread wide, jaws opening to reveal rows of teeth like serrated daggers.

"Reverse!" Dean yelled.

Trevor was already shifting gears, but the dragon was faster. It lunged forward, jaws snapping at the hood of the vehicle. Trevor swerved - causing Lucien to nearly hit the window of the car - the dragon's teeth missing them by inches, and accelerated past the creature's flank.

'Okay, seriously, damn this shit!' Lucien thought to himself internally, as he fixed his position again.

As they sped away, Lucien looked back to see the dragon launching itself into the air again, wings creating gusts that bent nearby trees.

"There's something I don't understand," Lucien began, despite his own annoyance and anger taking the opportunity to see how much is known, asks "If monsters like fucking dragons like this exist and mind controlling vampires are also a thing, why in the hell don't they just take over everything? Why all the secrecy?"

Lucien of course knows with the Apocalypse on the way, no way, Heaven or Hell would let any other faction take over. They're in his eyes probably having humanity be in the unknown and making things like this based on the end times prophecy.

But he wonders if that truly is all there is to it.

Trevor barked a laugh, the sound harsh. "Good question kid. There's a bloody fucking reason humanity is kept deaf, dumb, and blind by the monsters of the supernatural world."

He swerved around another curve, tires squealing. "It's because humans ARE STRONG. Humans - especially their souls - are the most adaptive thing in creation. It's why humans can be transformed into any kind of monster."

"If we're so strong-" Dean began his voice a bit hysterical because of the absurdity, "Why the fuck are we running from a dragon?!"

"Because you don't know what you are!" Trevor snapped. "When humans know of magic, and the soul, and psychic energies, and special weapons, they can contend with the supernatural. How many empires do you think have been made to fall because of knowing too much?! It's been a bloody 2000-year plot to make humans truly not know of them at all!"

The dragon roared overhead, circling for another attack.

"To make those who think monsters exist be thought of as crazy," Trevor continued, accelerating as they rejoined the main highway. Sam and the Impala were visible in the distance, heading toward them.

"That's why the earth is bloody flat," Trevor added matter-of-factly.

Dean's head whipped around so fast Lucien heard his neck crack. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"The earth," Trevor repeated, as if explaining to a child, "is bloody flat."

"You're telling me," Dean said slowly, "that in addition to dragons being real, the earth is actually flat? Like, disk-shaped flat?"

"Not a fucking disk-shaped thing, that's bullshit they tell you to make you think its stupid- because that's stupid. It's bloody infinite! It stretches endlessly! If you believe in space - an infinitely stretching vacuum, then you can believe in an infinitely stretching earth! Earth that goes endlessly down, and a sky that goes infinitely up!"

"How the bloody hell else do you think the earth holds so many monster species without it all being chaos? Cause believe me- anything, and I mean ANYTHING you've read a myth about exists!"

Trevor stated, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other remained on the wheel. "They're all in other lands, and have herded humanity together, but are in a stalemate."

'Wait... That makes a... crazy amount of sense,' Lucien thought. 'It would explain why Michael and Lucifer fighting is considered the end times, and why a fight between basically multiversal beings wouldn't destroy the earth instantly... It's because its so big.'

Dean stared at him, mouth hanging open. "That's... that's insane."

"Is it?" Trevor challenged. "They can't be open about their actions because they need humans - the gods do, to continue existing, and same with the monsters. They can't reveal themselves, they can't truly control in the open, only in the shadows."

The dragon's shadow passed over them again, its roar echoing off the surrounding hills. Ahead, the Impala was racing toward them, Sam visible through the windshield.

"We can debate cosmology later," Lucien interrupted, watching the storm clouds gathering directly overhead. "I have an idea."

Both Dean and Trevor glanced back at him.

"The dragon breathes fire," Lucien explained. "Fire can be extinguished with water."

Trevor's eyes widened with understanding. "The storm..."

Lucien nodded. "If I can bring down enough rain, and then force it into the dragon's mouth when it's about to breathe fire-"

"It could cause an explosion inside the dragon," Dean finished. "But Lu, can you even do that?"

"Can't know till I try," Lucien stated with a shrug.

The vehicles converged, the Impala pulling alongside the Land Rover. Through the window, Lucien could see Sam's concerned face. In the backseat, John remained unconscious, the IV stand secured beside him.

'Okay, dad's situation is seriously not okay if he can keep unconscious through all this shit. Gotta do something about that FAST. But first this.' as he turned his head skyward above the dragon.

Trevor rolled down his window, shouting to Sam: "Follow us! Open field ahead!"

Sam nodded, falling in behind them as Trevor accelerated toward a vast meadow visible beyond a line of trees. The dragon followed, its shadow rippling over the grass like a dark tide.

"This is going to take a lot," Lucien warned as Trevor brought the Land Rover to a stop in the center of the field. The Impala pulled up beside them, engine idling.

"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked, turning to face him fully.

Lucien met his brother's concerned gaze steadily. "Yes."

He stepped out of the vehicle, the wind immediately whipping his hair and clothes, bending the trees. The dragon circled overhead, sensing the change in their behavior. 

Lucien planted his feet firmly on the ground, centering himself. He raised his hands toward the storm clouds above, reaching out with the Force.

The energy flowed through him, connecting him to the water vapor suspended in the atmosphere.

The clouds darkened further, swirling more rapidly as Lucien manipulated them. Rain began to fall, first in scattered drops, then in sheets. Within seconds, they were all drenched.

The dragon roared its defiance, instincts warning it of danger, it circling lower. Its mouth began to glow with fire, readying a massive blast.

Lucien gathered the rainwater with his telekinesis, pulling droplets together into a massive floating orb above him. It took a lot, sweat mingling with rain on his face as he concentrated.

"It's coming in for an attack!" Dean shouted from somewhere behind him.

Lucien ignored the warning, focusing entirely on the growing sphere of water. It had to be large enough, dense enough...

The dragon dived, wings tucked close to its body for maximum speed. Its jaws opened wide, the glow of fire visible in the back of its throat.

Now.

Lucien thrust his hands forward, sending the massive water orb directly into the dragon's open mouth.

The collision was spectacular - fire met water in an EXPLOSION of steam.

The dragon's flame was extinguished mid-breath, and the creature thrashed in agony, its internal fire chambers damaged.

Unable to maintain flight, the dragon crashed to the ground fifty yards away, its massive body carving a furrow through the wet earth. It struggled to rise, wings waterlogged and useless.

Lucien staggered, nearly falling as exhaustion swept through him. But he wasn't finished. The dragon was wounded but not defeated. If it recovered...

"Lucien!" Dean called, running toward him. "That's enough! Get back to the car!"

Lucien ignored him, pushing himself upright. He began walking toward the fallen dragon.

"Lu, stop!" Dean shouted, more desperate now, as he tried to get out of the car, but was stopped by Trevor grabbing his arm, who was looking curiously towards the boy approaching the legendary creature.

The dragon saw him approaching, slit eyes fixing on him with hatred. It struggled harder to rise, wings beating uselessly against the muddy ground.

Lucien stopped twenty feet away, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the creature's body.

He raised his hands, fingers splayed, and reached deep within himself - past the Light Side that he typically drew upon, into the darker currents of the Force.

Power answered his call, cold and fierce. Lightning began to crackle, and thunder around his fingertips, tiny arcs of blue-white energy jumping between his fingers.

The dragon sensed the danger. With a desperate surge of strength, it reared up, jaws opening wide for one final attack.

Lucien released the Force Lightning.

Blue-white bolts erupted from his hands, connecting with the water-soaked dragon. The creature's scales, excellent conductors when wet, carried the electricity throughout its massive body.

It convulsed violently, a scream unlike anything Lucien had ever heard tearing from its throat.

The lightning continued to pour from Lucien's hands, his face grim and determined as he channeled more and more power into the attack.

The dragon's body began to smoke, scales blackening as the electricity coursed through it.

Finally, with a sound like thunder, the dragon collapsed. Its body twitched once, twice, then went still. Slowly, it began to dissolve, scales turning to ash that was carried away by the rain and wind.

Lucien lowered his hands, swaying on his feet. The world tilted around him, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.

Strong hands caught him before he could fall - Trevor, who had approached silently during the confrontation.

"Easy," Trevor murmured, supporting Lucien's weight. "That was quite the show."

"Is it... dead?" Lucien asked, his voice hoarse.

"Very," Trevor confirmed. "And impressive work with the lightning. Quite the power."

Dean reached them, his expression a mixture of awe and concern. "Lu, you okay?"

"Tired," Lucien admitted. "But conscious."

"Progress," Dean said with a weak smile. "Let's get you back to the car."

As they turned to leave, Lucien spotted something glittering where the dragon had fallen. "Wait," he said, pulling away from Trevor's support. "There's something there."

He staggered back to the spot, kneeling in the wet grass. Among the ashes, a single scale remained, about the size of his palm, midnight blue with an iridescent sheen.

"A dragon scale," Trevor said, crouching beside him. "Rare. Powerful component in certain spells."

Lucien picked it up, feeling its surprising warmth against his skin. "Why didn't it dissolve with the rest?"

"Dragon parts with magical significance sometimes remain," Trevor explained. "The universe's way of balancing the scales, so to speak. A reward for the victor."

The rain was lessening now, the unnatural storm dissipating with the dragon's death. In the distance, the Impala's engine rumbled as Sam pulled closer across the field.

"We should go," Dean said, helping Lucien to his feet. "Before anything else decides to attack us today."

As they walked back to the vehicles, Lucien glanced at the horizon. For just a moment, between parting clouds, he thought he saw something - a dark silhouette against the distant mountains, towers and battlements stark against the sky.

Then the clouds shifted, and it was gone.

"How much further to Mystic Falls?" he asked, tucking the dragon scale into his pocket.

"Not far now," Trevor replied, his expression grim. "But everything is just beginning."

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter.

Been a bit since I wrote - am still kind of relaxing from writing, resting, but was in the mood to write this, so did.

So... The Earth is flat. I honestly like writing that idea in stories a lot, because well- it makes everything SO much BIGGER.

The planet normally feels too... small for my taste when there are beings that can travel at light speed and circle the world dozens of times over in seconds.

The Earth being the size of the Sun I believe in One Piece (correct me if I am wrong) is one thing I really like, but I didn't want to rip that off, so did this.

Do tell me what you think of it, plus humanity's potential and why the monsters just don't control everything.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)