Introduction
The only thing a vampire values more than blood is its mate. This is the fact even Twilight gets right.
Seriously, "Young Adult Literature" these days should be called "Cheesy love story of a vampire and/or a werewolf". Castiel thought to himself reading the back cover of the book. There were times when young adult literature blossomed, 21st century wasn't one of them. He put the book back to the shelf, wished to never pick it up again, about to leave it behind when it was instantly picked up by another hand.
"Good taste for a nerdy dude", said the blonde guy who suddenly appeared beside him.
When you were a vampire, nothing could surprise you. At all. Castiel could hear every single heartbeat in the bookstore. His feet sensed every step everyone took. He could smell unwashed hands of the store clerk. (Note to self: don't let that man touch you.) So when someone, especially someone who looked like a Greek god, came up to you out of nowhere, they screamed dangerous.
If Castiel could, he would have escaped, but he noticed that the monster next to him was equally struck when their eyes met. He looked at Castiel like he had never seen another vampire in his entire life, and there was awe shining in those eyes too.
They had a color of an emerald. Castiel felt like he was sucked into a deep forest.
"Dean, could you please hurry up and pick something useful?"
The vampire turned to the voice. Castiel took the chance this Dean was distracted, and escaped in a blink of an eye. Meeting a pair of unknown vampires could be a good luck, or a doom. If these vampires saw Castiel as a threat, he would not have a chance to survive. Not when one of the pair was bigger that Hercules.
Castiel decided to keep an eye on them tonight, just to make sure they were not following or hunting him.
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It just that those green eyes, and pouty lips were pretty damn kissable Castiel feared himself might lose focus.
Dean turned to Sam for a few second. When he turned around again, the blue eyed vampire was gone.
Despite being a vampire, Dean did not have any regret. He had lived moment to moment for as long as he could remember. Slaying whoever or whatever came in his way, sucking every drop of blood he deemed it worthy. He always thought that with Sammy by his side, the world was complete.
But now he felt like a part of him missing. A part he never even realized he had one.