Grey-green eyes were alight with mischief as they flickered around the darkened bar. Who would be his next target? That innocent, sweet smiling redhead across the way, or the blonde with the rockin' body eyeing him in her booth next to her friends, or perhaps even the raven haired bartender who kept giving him drinks, even though he didn't ask for them?

In reality, Dean Winchester shouldn't have cared about the looks of his next meal at all seeing as how they'd be dead and not worth the fun or trouble anymore. But, the seducing was always the best part for him.

Tossing a few bills onto the bar Dean got to his feet, settling with the redhead. She was the only one alone, and therefore would take the least amount of time to convince.

He slid into the seat in front of her, a smirk tugging at his lips as she nervously fiddled with her glass. The sound of her heat speeding up was music to the Vampire's ears. He settled his elbows on the table and gave her a dazzling smile. Of course, with fewer fangs so as not to freak her out; he was still fairly new at the whole "Vampire thing" after all.

"So, what's your name, Sweetie?" Dean asked, absolutely loving the way her pale cheeks flooded with color at his boldness.

"Anna," Anna answered after a bit of hesitation, returning Dean's smile with a shy one of her own.

"Anna, huh?" the Vampire said thoughtfully with a slight tilt of his head, "Such a plain name for a beauty like yourself."

Anna flushed with embarrassment and averted her gaze to her lap before looking up at him.

Dean tipped his head toward the door and asked, "Want to get out of here?"

"Yes," she breathed, practically eager to be alone with the handsome man before her. Hell, it would probably be a once in lifetime opportunity. Damn, she had no idea that the last of her lifetime was coming up really quickly.

But, Dean didn't stop her from taking his hand and leading him out of the dumpy bar into the chilled nighttime air of Chicago.

"C'mon, my car's parked back here," Dean spoke up, taking the lead and moving them to the alley next to the bar.

"You parked your car in a sketchy alley outside a bar?" Anna asked, giving him a questioning look.

The Vampire shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't everybody?" he answered, looking down at her.

The redhead slowly shook her head, a small frown on her face.

"No, actually," she said, "I'm pretty sure that they don't."

"Well, I'd rather have my baby out of the prying eyes of the public," Dean replied, trying to make it seem casual.

"Right…" Damn. Was that suspicion in her voice? He needed to think of something fast before she decided to bail out.

"Well, this alley is closer to my place. Just thinkin' ahead, doll," he said smoothly and Anna seemed to relax at that. Thank God.

Dean could feel his second layer of teeth slid over his human ones as he grew hungrier. He supposed now would be as good a time as any before he lost some of his control.

"You know, you never told me your name," Anna smiled and he mentally kicked himself. Sometimes he forgot all about formal introductions and just skipped straight down to business. They wouldn't be needing his name anyway.

He decided to humor her.

"My name's Dean." Surprisingly he managed to sound normal between his sharp second teeth.

Something flashed in her eyes at the name, but was gone before Dean could study it more. What the fuck?

He'd better feed quickly. "But, you won't be saying my name anytime soon," he added conversationally. Before Anna could even ask the question on her lips, the Vampire had pinned her against the hard bricks of the bar they had recently occupied.

With a hiss, Dean pressed his lips against her throat in a mock kiss, vaguely aware that she was shouting for somebody named "Cas."

Well, that sure as hell was a weird way to call for help, and it was a first for the young fledgling as his teeth grazed her neck.

There was a gust of wind from behind him and suddenly he was being yanked away by an unnaturally strong grip on the back of his neck.

Dean snarled at the loss of his meal and struggled furiously in the strangers hold, determined to get free and rip them to pieces.

"That's the one we want, Cas. Dean'll take us to him," Anna was saying, eyes alight with excitement as she watched the Vampire trash uselessly against her friend's hand.

"Cas" grunted when Dean's heel connected solidly with his abdomen, his hold loosening like he expected. Dean tore himself from his attacker and whirled to face them both, a glare furrowing his brows and narrowing his eyes with malice.

"Cas" was a little taller than him, with a tan trench coat and suit. He couldn't help but notice his tie was put on halfheartedly, or like he had been in a hurry and just tied it so it would be more convenient.

"Cas, we can't let him get away!" Anna shouted, lunging for Dean desperately making him dance out of her reach with a growl.

"That's Castiel, to you," Castiel grumbled stepping towards Dean, the Vampire's attention snapping towards the immediate threat. His grey-green orbs lit with anger and his lip curled back to bare his teeth in a threat.

"Now, Dean, we're not here to hurt you," Anna soothed, and he snorted. He really begged to differ. Maybe she didn't reek of Vampire Hunter, but this Castiel fucker did, and he didn't like it.

"There's no point lying to this monster," Castiel snapped. Dean could hear his fingers crack as the Hunter clenched his hands into fists, his keen eyes picking up on how his knees bent as if ready to spring.

The Vampire thought that he was ready when the bastard pounced, what he didn't expect was for him to disappear altogether. He huffed angrily, glaring around the alley, straining his ears to pick up any sound he might make to give himself up.

He didn't make any.

"He'll give us what we want even if he wants to or not."

The next thing Dean remembered, he was falling to the ground, his vision blanking out.


This wasn't the first time Dean regretted his choice in a meal, but this had to be up there with one of the worst. Oh yeah, this was a real piss poor example of one of his latest "Solo expeditions." Well, his dad sure as hell wouldn't be too happy about what he had gotten himself into.

That would be a great conversation starter. "Hey, dad, remember when I said I wanted to eat out alone? Well, next time just make sure somebody comes with me."

Dean huffed, the manacles on his wrists rubbing the skin to the point of irritation. At least he was manacled to something comfortable like a bed. Not that he could actually lay down on it because he was more chained to the wall over the bed than the actual bed itself.

The Vampire groaned in frustration and threw his head back against the wall, cracking the cement with the force. How dare these fuckers do this to him, chain him up without so much as an explanation?

"Oh, you're awake," Anna's tone was colored with surprised as she walked into the run-down hotel room.

"Ha, ha, very funny," Dean spat with a glare, "News flash; it's not even my bedtime yet, doll-face."

"I'm surprised you have all of this bite left in you after your utter defeat," she said, eyes dancing with amusement.

"Oh, wow, not short on the Vampire jokes, are we?"

"What can I say? I've never had an audience to try them out on."

"I bet you save you're really witty stuff for the less-than-willing Vampires, right?"

"That's enough, you two," Castiel's gravelly voice grated on Dean's nerves. It was decided; he really hated this guy.

"We don't have time to mess around with this insignificant fledgling," the Hunter's cold blue eyes landed on the Vampire with a bored glance.

Dean snarled and yanked at his restraints. He would show them insignificant! He was the most respected and feared Vampire out of his brethren, aside from his actual blood brother Sam. After a run in with the big guy downstairs, his little Sammy just didn't seem like himself anymore…

Dean shook his head, trying to get his mind back on track. Obviously his situation was more important, and he tuned back into the conversation.

"…torture would be the right way to go, Castiel," Anna was saying, looking a little uncertain.

What? They were going to torture him? What the fuck? He didn't even know what the hell they wanted from him yet!

"It might be the only way to go, Anna. Vampires are proud idiots; they wouldn't give up information about their father so easily," Castiel argued, tired of trying to make Anna see reason.

"Besides, he's a monster, so whatever happens to him won't be inhumane."

Dean begged to differ about that, and he voiced his opinion, "Hey, I'm not a monster. I drain a person a night, no more and no less. I have every right to live and go by a human's ethics."

"Unfortunately for you, we're not humans," Castiel said with that same, damn emotionless tone like he didn't give a flying fuck about anybody.

Dean frowned. "What? You guys aren't Vampire Hunters?" he asked, narrowing his eyes with disbelief.

"No, Dean, we're not Vampire Hunters," Anna answered, "We're Angels."

"Angels," he scoffed, "Well isn't that just fucking great? What the hell are you high-and-mighty ass-clowns doing down here kidnapping innocent people?"

"You're not a person," Castiel snapped, "and you're far from innocent, Dean Winchester."

Dean couldn't help that strange sense of foreboding as the male Angel approached him, a syringe of that fucking dead man's blood in his hand, making the Vampire press himself as far into the wall as he could get.

Dean probably should've just gone with that blonde back at the bar.


Note: So, kinda my first Destiel thing, but certainly not my first fanfiction. Er, this is just a new account since my old one was childish and I've obviously moved on to the wonders of Supernatural. Any who, I hope you've enjoyed this first installment to the story.