Authors note: This is a slash, m/m story. Anything supernatural related does not belong to me. Also they are one or two aspects in this story borrowed from True Blood, so if you recognised anything it is not mine. Hope you enjoyJ.
Castiel Novak seriously hated these places, why he allowed his best friend Balthazar persuade him to come here, again, he would never understand. Considering the fact that Castiel and Balthazar almost never left together the latter finding a hook for the night you would think he would just stay in their apartment and watch reruns but he had found he could never say no to being his best friend wing man. Tonight though he would wished he could have.
It started exactly like any other night would, Castiel sitting alone at the bar while Balthazar approached his prey for the night. He would wave away any offers to dance or to buy him a drink while making small talk with Ellen, the owner of the bar/club and on occasion Jo, her daughter, he would always leave before last orders or when he saw Balthazar slip out of the door.
Ellen and Jo sometimes asked why he and Balthazar were such good friends, considering they were the polar opposites of each other. He would always tell them that although they were like chalk and cheese, opposites attract but this was not strictly true. Balthazar was the person who took him in after his parents discovered he was gay. Deeply religious people, they wanted him to receive conversion therapy for his 'disease' but he refused, at the expense of his family. He was happy with who he was and he knew that his sexuality was not something he could change, sure he missed them a lot sometimes, especially his brother Gabriel and sister Anna, who were forbidden to contact him but still sent him an odd email but it was better this way, not hiding away or pretending to be something or someone he wasn't. Balthazar was someone he rarely interacted with previously although they were in the same college, Castiel had chosen to go to his local college to save money and keep his part time job as a barista. That changed after Balthazar found him, flavour of the night in tow, curled up on a park bench with only his trench coat to keep him warm, he automatically sent the guy who was trying to distract him and get him to move away from Castiel away without a second thought and then he immediately sat down beside Castiel who told him what had happened. Balthazar then promptly invited him to stay at his apartment, which Castiel hearing of his reputation politely refused, not desperate enough to sleep with someone for a roof over his head but after much convincing on Balthazar part, that sexual gratification would not be required, 'not matter how tempting that is' drawled in his British accent he gave in, and the rest as they say is history.
Castiel saw Balthazar send a signal that he was to leave with the tall muscly guy he was dancing with giving Castiel the all clear to leave. Checking the time and realising it was just after eleven he decided to walk back to the apartment instead of calling a cab, and with a quick goodbye to Ellen he was on his way. He did not notice a pair of dark, hooded eyes following his form as he retrieved his trench coat and headed for the exit. As he did so the stranger observing him sent a text from his phone 'Get ready he's leaving now.'
Just outside the bar, the stranger's companion received the text, next he spoke to the two people next to him.
"He is on his way out," next he addressed his female companion, "remember only scream loud enough for him to hear, we do not want any unwelcome attention, this needs to be quick and I'd prefer not to be disturbed." The three assumed their positions.
Moments after leaving the Road House bar and club Castiel hear a women's scream. The Good Samaritan in him could not leave a lady in danger so he approached the alley cautiously while fingering his mobile in his pocket. He approached the guy who appeared to be attacking the women and hoped the element of surprise would be enough. Before he could do anything though the women's high pitched laugh rang through the alley.
"Who knew it would be that easy." The women laughed again. Realising the situation was not as it seems. Castiel turned to leave before their true intentions would be revealed but as he turned to go he saw there were two others blocking his escape.
"You?" Castiel asked confused. "But what…" He began but was cut off by a fist to the gut. He tried to stay on his feet but as all four rained punches and kicks to his body, he found it near impossible so he settled for trying to stay conscious instead.
It was only by chance that Dean Winchester was walking near the alley only when he heard Castiel Novak's cry for help. Something inside compelled him to investigate. The alley was far enough away from the road house that those inside would be unlikely to hear anything but also close enough that the noise coming from it would disguise any sounds. If it was not for Dean's enhanced sense he would not have heard it. He approached the alley silently, not looking forward to what he might find.
By the time the four noticed Dean's presence it was too late. If they though he would be an easy target to pick off, they were wrong. While the three men continued their assault on the already battered, bruised and bleeding Castiel, the female approached Dean while appearing to withdraw a knife, however before she could even raise it to attack Dean had moved faster than light to remove it from her and hold it too her threat. The vicious beating on Castiel seized immediately when the attackers saw what was happening. One of the more brave (or foolish) men moved towards Dean and without appearing to move Dean kicked his legs from beneath in. mouths fell open as he was sprawled to the ground. The two others believed their job to be complete and did not wish to risk the life of the female or their own to make sure it was so they held their hands up in surrender.
As much as dean would have loved to slit the girl's throat and exact a fitting punishment to these… monsters he knew he did not have time if he wished to save the young males life. And he did wish too, for whatever reason he needed to. In his work as a doctor he had never felt like he should save someone who was sure to die, even though he had the power to do so. It was too risky and if he wanted to stay living in places for a long while he could not raise suspicion, saving someone on their last legs would do that.
But this human was different. There was no witness to say that he should've died except those that did this to him so he could not just let him die.
Dean bent down to check the as of yet unidentified man's pulse. It was fading. And fast. He would have to be quick and did not have time to second think his decision. Without further ado, dean open his mouth to reveal a set of gleaming white fangs and brought his wrist up to tear his skin off. He knew he had to be quick before he healed so he put his wrist to the guy's mouth and got him to drink. The barely conscious Castiel tried to move away but did would not let him. Eventually his body gave up fighting, almost instinctively knowing that it would save him. After drinking his fill, his body finally succumb to unconsciousness and Castiel's world faded to black.