A/N: No beta – all my mistakes are my own.
Vampire!Castiel is a serious kink for me. I'm writing my own fic for it. If you read this, you're my baby angel.
Alive for 116 years and Castiel knew it would never end. An endless life of watching the people around you marry, giving birth to children, and die while he was stuck in the same form watching life pass him by. It could make a simple man go crazy but Castiel was no man and he would never be. 116 years had passed by and every twenty years a man would come along changing and rearranging Castiel's life all over again until forces unknown to him took him away. Love was not meant to be a part of Castiel, it was simple and foolish but when your heart decides they are the one, who are you to argue?
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May 1896
Castiel Milton simply looked over to his youngest sister, Anna Milton, and sighed deeply as she stared at the tea in her cup.
"Sister"
"Please don't tell me everything will be okay, Castiel, because it won't" she said looking up to him with watery brown eyes. "Mother is dying with the flu and there is nothing anyone can do because we are poor, lowly, people who live in middle of the wood"
"Anna, do not say that"
"It is true!" she shouted throwing her cup away and sobbing into her hands. Castiel made a move towards her when the door opened from their mother's room and out stepped the second eldest, Gabriel Milton, who looked solemn and defeated.
"Gabriel, tell me good news" Castiel moving towards him. Gabriel shook his head and looked over to Anna who looked up at those words.
"Michael is with her but her fever is worse than ever, she is delirious and does not who or where she is"
"Where is father?" Castiel whispered clenching his fists together.
"In his study as usual, he will not go to her" Gabriel said bitterly. "I wouldn't worry yourself"
Castiel nodded at Gabriel and stepped inside the dark and warm room to see Michael, the eldest sibling, holding on to Isabelle's hand. Her face was pale in the firelight dancing around the room and a thin sheen of sweat settled on her forehead.
"I shall take over" he said to Michael who looked up to him with tired eyes. Michael looked up and squeezed his hand gently on his shoulder before taking his leave. Castiel sat down taking her hand into his and pressed a gentle kiss on the knuckles.
"You must fight this mother not only for yourself but for your children and husband" he whispered seeing her eyeballs roll underneath the lids as she gasped for breath.
The will and fight left Isabelle Milton in at 8.45pm whilst in the presence of Edward Milton. Edward cried in despair clinging to his wife and looked to the doorway staring at his children watching. Anna dropped her head to Castiel's shoulder who held her close and Gabriel spoke to Michael in hushed tones. Edward stared at his children one by one, Michael, thirty one years old, unmarried, and in the midst of becoming a lawyer. Gabriel, twenty seven years old, unmarried, and enjoying the single life with sex and gambling. Castiel, twenty five years old, unmarried, and hoping to join the priesthood and finally, Anna, nineteen years old, engaged, and looking forward to marriage with her fiancé, Uriel Sanders.
The brothers and sister who were all about the same age were very close and stuck together in times of great upheaval.
Edwards despair clouded his vision and his mind at the thought of losing his children, he had lost his wife to the flu and he would be damned if he lost his children.
Edward wrapped her body in cloth and with help from Michael and Gabriel, they buried her outside.
"In unholy ground" Anna said in despair.
"There is nowhere else"
"The church is two miles out! She will go to Hell"
Castiel narrowed his eyes looking at Edward reading from a small bible and pocketing it. Edward said a few words to Gabriel and Michael who left him be. Castiel watched as his brothers moved inside and shut the door looking worn out and muddy.
"I do not think he will be able to cope with this loss" Michael said running a hand into his hair.
The four of them looked outside to see Edward staring down at the grave before looking up at the four staring at him and swallowed. In his mind, Edward knew he could and not lose them to death…ever. Walking away from the grave and into the woods, Edward stared into the darkness. There was many tales, superstitions, and nonsense about what dwelled in the dark which people ignored, brushed away, because it was improper and immoral. Edward believed these tales.
Bringing out the bible carefully and taking out a match struck it against the tree and placed the flame against the fragile pages watching it light up in a slow ball of flames. Edward dropped it to the floor and turned his back on the bible stepping into the small cottage and into his small study.
"Father?" Gabriel called out and was cut off when the door slammed shut. Michael placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.
"Leave him to his grief"
It was the grief that drove Edward forward as he ignored his children in the passing days in his desperate attempt to find the one who could "save" them all. Two weeks later after Isabelle's death and after much searching, talking, dealing, and travelling to places he would never dare visit, Edward found his saviour.
It was a warm spring night but a chill lingered in the air as Edward stepped through the woods heading towards the location an old man on the streets after much bargaining gave to him. Edward saw the cave and stopped seeing his own breath.
"You are either very foolish or you want to die" a cool voice said stepping out of the cave. Edward looked over his features and swallowed stepping back onto the wet leaves underneath his feet. The gentleman was tall with short brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes, he was very beautiful.
"I have not come to ask for death and I am not foolish"
"Then why are you here?"
"I need your assistance" Edward whispered moving towards him. "May I ask your name?"
"You may, it is Clarence"
"Clarence, my name is Edward Milton and I need your help"
Clarence chuckled darkly moving quick out of the cave appearing in front of Edward who gaped stepping back.
"You know what I am and what I do"
"Yes"
"I could kill you right, Edward Milton, for trespassing on my land. Speak now"
"I wish to be turned"
Clarence stared at him with no expression on his face and eyed him carefully, he stepped away from Edward.
"Have you done your research, Edward Milton, on our kind?"
"I have"
"Do you know how we turn?"
"Yes"
"Even with this knowledge you wish to be turned, I am curious" he said with a sadistic smile and moved forward trailing a hand down his cheek. "Do tell me why you wish to belong to the darkness; I do not change people at will"
"My wife died two weeks ago and I have four children, four children who I cannot bear to lose to death. If you turn me, I can turn them. I am begging for your assistance in this matter because you are my one hope! There are stories about your kind…"
"You believed them"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"I had no choice, The Lord took my wife and I don't believe in his word any longer"
Clarence laughed suddenly and loudly throwing his head back.
"I will pay any price!"
"You are nothing but a simple poor man, why would I help you? I don't need money"
"Because I know your race is small and I am willing to give you four more"
Clarence narrowed his eyes at Edward and inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly.
"These children, how old are they?"
"I have three boys and one girl, the eldest is thirty one, the second is twenty seven, the third is twenty five and my daughter is nineteen"
"Do they know what is going to happen to them if I complete your wish?"
"No"
Clarence smirked looking over to the half-moon in the sky.
"Okay, I will tell turn, Edward Milton, only because this begging is pitiful and I am not hungry" Clarence said stepping forward. "You know of the transformation?"
"Yes"
"Then you must understand that if they die before the blood can enter the veins, they are dead and nothing can change that"
"I understand"
Clarence stepped away and moved a hand behind his back drawing out a silver blade and touched the tip of his finger to the blade.
"I have changed only five people in the fifty years I have been alive…do you want to know how many died in the process?"
Edward nodded slowly. "How many?"
"Twenty five" Clarence said with a smile. "Only five were successful, so are you one hundred per cent certain, Edward Milton, you want this life or should I just kill you now?"
Edward nodded thrusting his chin out. "I am certain"
Clarence half smiled at him with admiring pride in his eyes which died and faded in his eyes, Edward gasped feeling his insides explode in unimaginable pain when Edward thrust the blade into his stomach slicing into the skin, muscle, and wedging into the flesh of his stomach. His body fell to the ground and he cried out in pain.
"That is nothing, Edward Milton, this transformation will take two days to complete and your pain will be unimaginable" he whispered cutting his teeth into his wrist and pressing it against his mouth. Edward sucked the wrist hard desperate for the blood and screamed out in agony when the blood hit his throat. Clarence kicked him so he was lying on his back screaming and writhing in agony as the blood penetrated his system, he bent down removing the knife in a swift move and wiping the blood away.
"Successful if you complete the transformation, I forgot to mention. People often die from the sheer agony of the blood twisting and corrupting their blood, stopping the heart, killing the breath in their lungs, and completing the change" Clarence said and looked down at Edward who strained panting. "If you live, I would pray for your children. I'm sure we may see each other again and you can thank me"
Clarence turned on his heel disappearing into the darkness. Edward lay on the ground screaming into the night before passing out twitching and thankful for the darkness that would take him away.
Castiel looked out of the window for the hundredth time that night and looked over to Gabriel who leaned against the door.
"It has been 36 hours, Gabriel, where is he?"
"Castiel, I have checked that study for any sign and there is none, he hid it well"
Castiel covered his eyes rubbing them hard and leaning against the side.
"I wish I knew, Anna is frantic with worry and I'm scared for her health. Uriel is away on business and she does not need this"
Outside of the house, Edward looked at the house. To his surprise and horror he had survived his transformation and woke alone shivering, filthy, achy, and more hungry than he ever been in his life. In his research, Edward had found that vampires could only survive on human blood, no animal blood and no substitute would work, if he didn't feed soon he would die. Edward was thankful for the no sunlight and the cloud still in the sky as he headed home. The burning in the sun was false, if you fed on blood beforehand it would be okay to stand in sunlight and walk around in it but the light still hurt their eyes. If you didn't, you would burn in the light. On the way he came across a man on a walk, the smell of his blood hit his senses like a tree falling on top of him and he struck the man drinking him dry.
Strength filled him and he set ahead towards his challenge.
Gabriel and Castiel froze shocked when Edward walked inside and closed the door behind him locking it.
"Father? What happened to you? Is that your blood?" Gabriel said shocked staring at him over. They heard footsteps and they all turned towards Michael and Anna coming in and stopping shocked.
"What…"
Edward held up a hand looking at them all in turn.
"I have done this for you all, I cannot bear the thought of losing any of you and with this flu epidemic around then in time it will get you all"
"Father, why do you have blood on your mouth?" Anna said moving towards him.
"I have discovered the greatest discovery and I have took it for my own, my sweet daughter, I wish for eternity, no death, no losing the one you love no longer and could you face watching one of your brothers die?"
"What? No, of course I couldn't but…" she said looking back to them who listened to Edward confused.
"Then you must understand why I did this and what I am about to do…you are so strong my love" he whispered and looked up to the three sons watching him. "All of you"
Castiel moved towards Anna and pulled her back when Edward pulled open the drawer and removed their only carving knife.
"What are you doing!" Michael shouted pushing the three of them back protectively.
"Turning you into the people you are meant to be and death will never touch you" he said moving towards them. "Do you want to see?"
They could only watch in horror as he opened his mouth extending his fangs.
"What in god's name is that!"
"Father!"
"No, please"
Edward moved forward grabbing Anna who gasped staring up at him. "Trust me"
Anna panted frightened and gasped when Charles thrust the knife into her stomach and slit his wrist pressing it into her mouth.
"You can do this" he whispered against her forehead laying her gently on the ground as she sobbed and cried out clawing out the ground. Gabriel, Michael, and Castiel stared at him in horror before the shouting erupted and Castiel dropped on the ground stroking a hand into Anna's hair who sobbed clutching at her throat.
"What…" she said before passing out her breath shaky. Castiel didn't take his eyes of her until he heard the fighting cease and turned to see Gabriel and Michael now on the floor blood stained on their shirts and mouths both grunting and crying out in agony.
"I find it better to pass out, my boys" he said and turning to Castiel.
"Why have you done this?"
Edward moved towards him cupping the side of his head. "There are many, many, mysterious and brilliant things in this world, Castiel, and I want you to ask me this question in a 100 years' time"
Castiel gripped him when the knife penetrated his skin and he shut his eyes tipping his head back when Edward pressed his wrist to his mouth. The first drop hit his throat and he swallowed feeling tears sparkle into his eyes and he cried out. Edward laid him next to Anna and stared down at his children on the floor. Anna was twitching passed out on ground, Gabriel in the corner half gone and panting hard for breath, Michael fighting and crying out in pain whilst Castiel shut his eyes and clutched his hands together feeling everything inside him scream out in agony.
Edward watched from the chair as slowly each one of them passed out into a sleep and he didn't know if any of them were dead. His eyes moved to the back of the door and he stood opening the door looking at the grave where his dead wife dwelled.
"You would understand, you always said you would die for your children and you have…but they will not follow in your footsteps and I'm sorry" he whispered and shut his eyes.
48 hours passed and Edward returned from his feeds on innocents to see them still lying on the floor unmoving and with no breath. He pressed his hands to his eyes and wondered if he could cry now and turned startled when he heard a groan and saw Michael sit up and clutch his head.
"Gabriel?" Michael said alarmed moving off and slapping his cheek hard. Gabriel stirred and opened one eye suspiciously and looked to Michael.
"I'm alive" he whispered. "Anna and Castiel?"
Michael crawled over to them and looked down at their peaceful faces still smeared with blood from Edward who was now stood watching them in surprise.
"Anna, Castiel, if you can hear me" Michael said tapping their cheeks hard and watching them. There was no movement from both who remained motionless.
"No" Gabriel whispered crawling over shaking Castiel. "Wake up!"
Michael looked up at Edward who narrowed his eyes at him as he stood up and darted over to him with a feral snarl.
"If you have killed them, I will you!" he roared.
"How can you kill the dead, Michael?" Edward hissed at him shoving him away so he crumpled to the floor. Gabriel looked over to Anna who was a deathly pale and bowed his head in defeat.
"They can't be…" Edward whispered shaking his head.
"You killed them!" Gabriel bellowed at him furiously.
"I thought they could survive, I thought…" he said and trailed off when Anna opened her eyes suddenly and sat up looking confused.
"Anna" Michael breathed touching her cheek. Anna smiled at Michael softly and looked down to Castiel still not with them.
"Is he…?"
"We're all dead" Michael said softly. "Maybe this is better for him"
"He can't be" Edward breathed and turned away clutching his hair. Gabriel glared at him with hard eyes and back down to Castiel.
"He changed him last; maybe…maybe he needs more time"
"He wasn't strong enough" Edward said into the silence. "He was weak"
Michael moved to get up with a snarl but was stopped by Gabriel pulling him down.
"No" he murmured shaking his head. Anna pressed her face into Castiel's chest with a cry of distress willing him to awake and she moved her head back when he moved.
"Castiel?" she said shocked when his eyes opened and he swallowed touching his throat and nodded.
"Yes?" he said sitting up and grimacing. "I am starved"
"Know the feeling" Gabriel murmured.
"I have it too" Anna admitted weakly.
"Because you need to feed" Edward said staring at them all with a confident and dazzled smile. "You have all beaten every expectation, you're stronger than I ever imagined and you were born for this"
Michael glanced at Gabriel who looked at Castiel and Anna.
"What must we do?" Michael said turning to look at Edward who smiled and led them outside for what would be their first feed.
It was the start of everything to come. 116 years for all of them would lead to death, disappointment, love and loss, and pain no one in the world apart from the four could feel.
~0~
April 2012.
Castiel peered into the mirror above him in the car slipping on his sunglasses and looking over to Anna who smirked at him.
"Castiel, the ever so vain"
"Shut up" he murmured climbing out and wincing a little. "I shouldn't have refused lunch"
"I told you" Gabriel said stepping out of the back. "We always tell you"
"But does he listen?" Michael murmured in a bored voice.
"No" a unison of voices said leading Castiel to flip them off.
"Manhattan" Anna said brushing her curls behind her and placing her hands on her hips balancing on killer black high heels. "I liked Chicago"
"Stop moaning, Anna" Michael said looking up at the house and pushing down his glasses to admire their new house.
Castiel moved away from them stepping up onto a rock and looking out across the view. His heart if it could feel any pain felt hollow inside him and his eyes searched the horizon wondering if he was out there.
"Castiel?"
Castiel turned to see Anna walk towards him and step up on the rock next to him.
"You seem troubled"
"I am always troubled"
Anna remained silent placing a hand on his arm. "Do not let this take over your whole life"
"How can I not?"
"Haven't all these years and all that loss shown you anything?"
"No, all those years, all the loss, and everything along with it have shown me how much I truly love him"
"He's dead" she whispered and gasped when he moved away from her.
"So is Max, Anna"
Anna flinched looking away from him.
"But that doesn't stop you does it?" he whispered harshly and moved inside the new house and stood looking around. A new house, a new job, a new lifestyle, and new friends, again. Castiel did wonder if he was out there and would he know him even a little bit. In all his years of life only one man had managed to break down the walls, capture his heart, and hold it with a smile.
Dean.
A/N: I have wanted to do this for so long but with no plot, it was hard. I seriously like this already and it won't be deleted.
Please review so I can continue and know people like it! I'll give you seriously good smut in return for later chapter?