Come take a bite of my heart tonight

Summary: Castiel is an ancient creature of darkness being followed by a young reporter named Dean. Rather than do away with the man he decides to do something he has never done before...tell his story. How will Dean react when he discovers there are things that go bump in the night?

Disclaimer: characters are not mine (sigh)

Night had finally fallen and Castiel began to make his way from the secluded area of the bar to the door until he caught that scent. That very scent had been following for the past week and he grew tired with the silent cat and mouse game. Swiftly, Castiel made an exit and was pleased to notice a thumping heart rate close behind. Smirking to himself he made his way to a dark alley and waited until the "observer" approached. Dean cautiously side stepped a broken glass bottle to avoid alerting the thing of his presence. Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of him as he was slammed against the opposite wall. Feeling an intense gaze upon him, he hesitantly opened his eyes and to his utter amazement, there stood Castiel. Castiel, with his piercing blue eyes. Castiel in his trademark leather jacket and his very tousled hair. Castiel...the man suspected of murdering an entire family in their sleep. Castiel suspected to be armed, dangerous and psychotic. Dean gulped audibly. Castiel noticed the escalation in the stranger's pulse and was pleased that he had enough sense to be afraid. "Mmm, you are either very brave to follow me...or incredibly stupid" Castiel murmured as he inhaled Dean's scent. What the hell is he doing to my neck? Oh God, maybe he really is insane. What if he did kill all those people? So much blood at the crime scene. Bodies mangled and strewn across the house. What if I'm next? "I...I wasn't following you. I was on my way home from work." Dean Lied quickly. Castiel pulled back from Dean's neck and looked at him with a thoroughly amused expression. "Well, we both know that's a lie. Especially since I am able to read whatever thought you might have. Tell me? Do you often follow people suspected of murder? Does it give you some sort of...rush? Do you value your own life so little? You can relax though, I did not murder that family and I'm definitely not going to kill you" growled Castiel in his deep gravel tone. For a moment Dean lost the ability to speak. He knew. No one knew he was assigned to investigate Castiel. "If you're not gonna kill me, then why am I pressed up here like a damsel?"Dean huffed out irritably. If he was going to be killed, he'd rather it be done fast-no sick mind games first. Castiel couldn't suppress a tiny laugh at that. It sent shivers down Dean's spine and not in a particularly unpleasant way. "I really don't intend to kill you; I would simply appreciate it if you would stop following me and ask me your questions directly. After all, we are both gentlemen. And what might I ask is said gentlemen's name?" Responded Castiel politely. He wants to talk? Maybe even confess, Dean remembered that some killers tended to brag over their kill. It would be the story of a life time. He would definitely get that promotion. "Dean. My name is Dean. You want to talk. To me. About the murders?" Dean asked doubtfully. "Yes. I will be seeing you very, very soon, Dean." And with that, Castiel was gone. He simply vanished. Literally. Dean was certain of a few things: one, he would be getting the story of the century, two, he found the mysterious man attractive and three... he was positive that Castiel was not human.