Title: More
Rating: I dunno PG? Whatev
Pairings/Characters: Castiel/Dean
Spoilers: AU, vampire!Castiel, mahr!Dean
Warnings: none
Word Count: 800

A/N: Wrote a surprise fanfic gift for someone, and thought I might make a little book of short fics that had no real place since I have a crapton of them, and I often anon them to people. I may write more in this universe, I like the combo. I am taking liberties with mare/mara/mahr mythology, no doubt.

A cold hand running through the downy hairs at the back of his neck was all the warning he was given before Dean was jerked back, a hand pulling at his over-long hair and angling him so he was arching uncomfortably, staring at Castiel upside-down, neck straining.

'I told you to wait for me,' he growled, looking down so that Dean could see the whites of his eyes. 'And now I find you like this.'

Dean hissed at the pain. 'I didn't have much choice,' he said through gritted teeth. 'The cuffs were iron.'

Castiel snickered, leaning in so close Dean could feel a chilled breath along the turn of his jaw. 'You think I care?' said Castiel softly. 'You went and got yourself caught-by Hunters, no less.' He moved his hand down the line of Dean's waist, settling possessively in the narrow sway just above his hip. 'You were mine alone. I can smell the human taint on you still. Seven months from me is too long a time out of reach.' He tipped Dean's head to the side, brushing his lips along Dean's temple, feeling the heat of his mate, the thrum of a pulse through the delicate skin, and the energy underpinning everything, shining about him bright and vital. His opposite.

Castiel moved down his cheek, scenting all that Dean was, how much he had changed. His hair was longer, his skin slightly darker from being forced to be outside during sunlight hours, something he wasn't akin to, bound to a vampire as he was.

'I'm – sorry – ' gasped Dean, feeling a prickle of wetness along five points on his scalp, as the nails of his lover reached a hard enough pressure to pierce the skin and make him bleed.

'Did you stoop to whore yourself among them?' said Castiel, running his lips down to the hollow of Dean's throat, resting where his heartbeat lay, now faster with panic, deep under golden flesh, potent and alluring. 'Did you taste their dreams, the essence of the human swine?'

'You make it sound like a sin, being what I am,' said Dean, suddenly defensive, despite the relief of knowing he was safe again with his other half. He tried to elbow the man behind him who held him, arms across his chest, sure as binding iron or pure silver.

Castiel snarled, teeth fully extended. 'I have to rid you of the stain those filthy mud-slingers wrought on your soul,' he spat, gripping his mahr to the point of pain. The creature whined, the instinct to bare his throat warring with his lucid thoughts.

The caress began, callused fingers lifting the edge of his shirt and running up his ribs, his spine, till one hand settled over his thudding heart, the other holding his head immovable against his shoulder. Dean huffed, his breath coming painfully through his tight throat, arousal he couldn't control fighting its way to the forefront of sensation, despite the warning threat of pain deep in his belly. He knew Castiel wouldn't hurt him, never, not really, but that didn't stop him crying out as the vampire bit deep into the flesh of the join between neck and shoulder.

The feeling of his teeth drawing through his vein, points tangling with energy and darkness was incomparable to anything he'd felt in so long. It went to Dean's knees and he staggered slightly, the sure grip of his mate holding him up wholly comforting, weakness threading through his muscles as energy moved from one body to the other.

'Cas,' he mouthed, so little air passing his lips the word was all but inaudible. 'Cas…' Castiel said nothing, but moaned over the flow of rich, dark blood flooding his mouth, and bringing back everything he had missed since his Dean had been stolen from him. With a wet, slipping sound he unhinged his jaw from its grip on his lover and he began to lick the torn flesh, knitting it back, curing the healing bite of any lingering impurity.

'You are mine alone, Dean,' he murmured into the warm skin, still smeared with red from the slowly easing flow of blood. He ran his fingers through the tussock-blond hair of his mahr, and inhaled the newly scrubbed scent that steeped the air, nothing but Dean now, no foreign energy poisoning the perfection of his mate.

A single tear he could not suppress wetted Dean's cheek as he sighed, relaxing back into the strong arms of Castiel. 'Missed this,' he managed to say, feeling drained of energy as he was. 'Missed us.'

Castiel took him by the shoulders and turned him so they were facing one another. 'Never again,' he growled viciously, drawing Dean into a salty-dark kiss that tasted of blood and the spicy brand of poison-black of which Castiel had always tasted. Dean snarled into his mouth in reciprocation, hooking Castiel's tongue with his own as he felt his strength return, fed to him by the vampire in the way he knew Dean liked it. He broke away, green eyes alight with fiery sheen, mirrored in the glossy-pitch of his vampire's.

'More,' was all he said.