Blood of Salvation by Boogermeister
Chapter 1- Innocent Taste
Why... did this happen? How can this happen...? Why did his god let it happen... to him...? He could barely breathe, with the tensed squeezing around his neck, as widened bold blue eyes fearfully stared at his attacker who was pinning him down. They were all alone, right in front of the altar in the church. He knew who he was... he was trying to help him not too long ago, not even twenty-four had passed. He was afraid, not because that he might be robbed by this person...
It was because his attacker's facial appearance was inhuman, almost feral... like a demon...
"You smell so lovely, Mister Priest... I shouldn't be that surprised that your blood would smell so pure..." The attacker's voice was dark, husky yet rough around the edge. It didn't sound like that when they first met, and that terrified the victim. He was too paralyzed to struggle from his hold, it was as he was bewitched by the intense green eyes of his attacker.
"Wh-what... are you...?" he managed to gasp out, earning a brief chuckle out of him.
"You don't realize it yet...? I only came back here to thank you for helping me the other day..." he purred deeply, leaning down to him. The victim gasped shakily, seeing that the bright eyes were glowing.
"D-demon...!"
"Demon? That hurts my feelings, you know..." rumbled the attacker with a slight smirk. "I'm far better than that, Padre..." With that, his already sharp teeth became even more sharper and lengthened with a soft growl. His victim shuddered in great shock. The narrowed green eyes glowed brighter, enhanced with flecks of gold around the pupils, before the 'demon' smirked again.
"P-please... don't harm me..." he pleaded weakly. "God have mercy-"
"I could care less about your god, especially since he's simply letting this happen," he growled. "He cannot protect you, he cannot save you... Right now, you're mine..." The priest whimpered weakly. He will die here, no one would know what had happened to him. "You're thinking that I might kill you but I won't, Padre..."
"Wh-what...?"
"Better yet... I will keep you as a personal pet. Or maybe as a blood bank, but I prefer the first one. It'd be a shame if I didn't hit it first beforehand." Through his rumbling, the priest caught some of his words and stiffened.
Blood bank...? As in... "You're... you're a vampire...?" he wheezed out in utter shock and his attacker grinned, leaning down to his terrified face.
"Bingo. There's no other demons like me, Mister Priest..."
The night before...
"... This is the third time this week, Dean, this is getting annoying." Lounging on the lumpy black couch, a young man merely rolled his light green eyes as he chugged dark whiskey straight from the bottle. He appeared very handsome to the eye, with a perfectly straight nose to his smirking lips. His golden-bronze hair were styled similar to a crew cut, as he scratched through it with annoyance. "I'm serious, Dean-"
"I heard you the first time... but it's not like they would find out that it's me," he scoffed, vaguely paying attention to the television in front of him.
"You've been going to the same bar to pick up girls, and all three of them had ended up missing...!"
"Missing, but not dead," he pointed out, hearing an exasperated groan behind him. "Come on, Sammy-"
"Don't 'Sammy' me, Dean... the others in this area will figure out that you're being reckless, as usual, and then the hunters will sniff that out. Do you want that to happen?" Dean didn't reply, instead he took a deep gulp of whiskey.
It was annoying to be lectured by his younger brother, even more so that he was supposed to be the representative of the vampire-controlled areas of the state of Montana. Not to mention that they had to be obscured from the human population, considering that they were preternaturally different from them. With a deep sigh, Dean got up from the couch to face his brother. "Sam, it's part of our thing- drinking human blood, bossing other vamps around. That's the point of our bloodline, right?"
His younger brother merely frowned at him, his hazel-green eyes glancing down at him since he was taller by a few inches. They looked particularly different from one another beside the height; Sam's hair was a deep chestnut color that it was close to shoulder-length. He was more fair-skinned than Dean but lacked a dust of freckles like on his brother's face. The only similarity they got was the sharp nose but Dean often joked that it looked too pointy.
"You know... you've only been in power for a little over two years, but you can't act like a petty little king who can't get his way," frowned Sam. "The other purebloods act more discreet of getting their blood, through donors or privately owned blood banks. You go to another direction and snack on the innocent bystanders like they're vending machines."
"Trust me, a lot of those girls at the bar are not that innocent," shrugged Dean and his younger brother huffed at his disregarding attitude. "Look... they're only missing, right? It means that I simply placed them somewhere else after I finished eating, miles away from the nearest towns. Safe but a little disoriented, but I didn't kill them."
"They could still die from the cold or other animal attacks...! Again, this is getting ridiculous, Dean," Sam implored. "Just calm down, okay? When we go out tonight, just be more careful..."
"Sammy, you're such a worry-wort," sighed Dean, taking a few more swigs of booze as he patted him on the shoulder. "I've always been careful. I covered my tracks, I warped up their minds, simple as that. I'm sorry that it's not as fun as going into the woods and suck Bambi's mother dry," he pointed that out to see Sam's annoyed expression.
"It's better than being caught by the hunters," muttered Sam. Finishing the bottle, the older brother merely shrugged as he picked up his leather jacket from the couch.
"Whatever, man... Let's go, the sun's set a while ago," he nodded. "Maybe this time you can baby-sit me as I go bar-hopping on humans."
"You really want me to go with you, Dean?"
"I need a designated driver, you forgot that the town's five miles away," he shrugged.
"That's a lie, it'd take over a dozen bottles of that whiskey before you can get buzzed," grumbled Sam. But he complied and put on his own jacket, as they left their home. It was a cabin, surrounded by trees in the forest, completely obscure that not even human could find it by accident. There was only a small dirt road out of their shelter only they can notice by their sharp eyes. "Do you really wanna take the car, or can we just walk to town?" Sam asked.
"Um, we should forgo the car since you're very paranoid of being seen," joked Dean as he smirked at him. "Five miles, that's a cake walk anyway." The older brother walked ahead, or rather ran off in a blur in a blink of the eye. He crossed the ground very swiftly, jumping over fallen trees and boulders with such ease. He briefly glanced over his shoulder, but already his younger brother was keeping up. Dean was having more fun with the run though Sam was more composed, not breaking a sweat as his eyes caught a small prey darting past him.
"Huh? Sammy...?" Dean stumbled into a complete stop and looked to see that he was gone from his sight. But his ears caught the sound of rustling from the large bushes. He sighed and waited, knowing that his sibling had caught a snack. A few seconds later, Sam stepped out of the bushes, sucking on the limp body of a rabbit. His eyes glowed intensely as he let go of the small animal. Licking the blood off his lips, his sharp teeth retracted and let out a deep sigh.
"Are you done, or do we have to stop every time you eat a woodland creature like a Snickers bar?" questioned Dean.
"Can't I have my own fun, like you say?" Sam shrugged. Not a drop of blood was on him as he tossed the small body aside. "I need to feel at least half-full before letting the hunger get at me."
"I get it... I swear, you're wasting the privilege of being a pureblood," he sighed deeply. Sam ignored him as he jogged off and Dean followed after him. It wasn't like he enjoyed making fun of his brother's 'vegetarian' lifesyle; Sam could consume human blood if he wanted and it would usually be the 'bad' humans. The ones who were usually criminals, Dean noted, but found it tedious to prey for one when he tried it with him one night.
It only took them about ten to fifteen minutes to reach the town of Whitefish, Sam drank the blood of another small animal beforehand but otherwise the two brothers strolled into town without suspicion. It was a nice mountain community and they fit in just fine with their outfits consisted of flannel shirts and worn-out jeans. But Dean glanced around, sniffing the clear cold air for his own prey.
"... Going to the bar again?" asked Sam.
"Maybe," he muttered.
"You think they'll recognize you?"
"I haven't been in this town for the past couple of weeks, so I doubt it," Dean shrugged. "I promise not to make a mess of myself, okay, I won't go around ripping their throats out."
"Good to know," his brother sighed with a light smile.
"Sammy, don't worry about me... I'm always careful," he grinned. "If you want, I can share my food with you."
"Yeah, that sounds arousing- two men sucking on a drunk girl in a dingy plublic bathroom," Sam shrugged. But Dean chuckled as they found the bar, with the elder brother going in first. It would be too obvious for Sam to follow right after him as he decided to pace around the establishment.
"Hahh..." Dean's sharp green eyes took in the sight of the crowded place. It was fairly easy to pick the visiting tourist apart from the locals, it was just as easy to lure one, as he casually looked around. He didn't mind which kind of human to choose; he often saw male and female equally, as food and bedmates.
This time, he chose a guy, a backpacker who was simply going around the country. It was obvious that he was drinking alone in the far corner of counter. But Dean, putting on a charming smirk, could tell another reason why he was alone by the scent on him. "... New in town, huh?" he chatted as he walked up to the tourist.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess," nodded the guy.
"Do you mind if I sit here? It's pretty cramped in this dive," he smirked, sitting on a stool next to him. The tourist smiled lightly, possibly out of politeness, but he didn't seem to wish to strike up a conversation as he nursed his beer. "No need to be shy, I just thought you wanna have a chat. You know, seeing that you're traveling around like Anthony Boudain."
He saw the young man smiling at that and grinned himself, this would be easier than he thought. It only took several minutes, buying his prey beer and conversing over trivial matters. Dean came off as friendly but knew that the poor man was falling under the spell of his alluring eyes. Of course he would hypnotize him, it was the only way he can get his prey to be placid and trusting. Not only that... he could smell that the man was interested in him, and he liked that.
"So... you know what I'm thinking about, right?" he muttered. "A guy like you would never thought to find a guy like me..."
"Uh, yeah... you're a very handsome guy, I'll give you that much," nodded the man, who was slightly drunk after a few more bottles of beer.
"Oh, that's nice of you to say that... How about this, why don't we finish this conversation back at your hotel room? I find you very interesting," Dean suggested, staring straight into his eyes. That did the work, the unsuspecting man seemed to sway in his movement before Dean caught him. "Woah there...!" he chuckled. "Let's get you some fresh air, huh...?"
Nobody paid attention of him dragging the half-limp man out of the bar, as Dean suppressed a deep growl. Not many people were out, meaning thee would be less witnesses as he then walked around the establishment. Behind the building was a dead-end alley, where Sam was patiently waiting while drinking beer.
"Hmm... it's a guy this time, Dean?" he muttered.
"Pretty much," grinned Dean. He pinned the inebriated man against the brick wall, inhaling the scent coming from the bare neck. Only he felt aroused by male and female alike if they catch his eye, where his brother was merely neutral on picking out his food. "Oh, fuck... I didn't think you would be this easy to lure," he murmured, as his eyes glowed. Holding out his hand, he sharply nipped into his thumb, letting out a bit of blood.
"You're compelling him now?" asked Sam.
"This is easier..." He pressed the wound into the man's mouth. Almost instantly, the gaze in his victim's eyes went blank. Dean chuckled softly before holding the man's head back. "Great..." Without hesitating, his teeth contorted into sharp incisors, before clamping into the soft skin. The gratifying taste of blood hit his tongue before Dean took a slow long gulp.
He heard a growl behind him, knowing that Sam could smell the blood but held back his urges. Even as a pureblood, he was second to Dean and couldn't participate unless given permission by his brother. The victim moaned lightly in pain but stayed in place under Dean's hold as the vampire rumbled in delight with a few more gulps.
"Hahh..." Letting go of his neck, he lapped over the wound before his glowing green-gold eyes turned to Sam. "What're you standing there for? You know I like sharing with you, Sammy..." he breathed heavily.
"You got your spit all over it..." frowned Sam.
"Then make a bite for yourself," he muttered. "Come on, this one's still warm." Rolling his glowing eyes, Sam walked up to them, his teeth lengthened and sharpened when he pulled aside the victim's jacket collar. Unlike Dean's bite, he was more careful when he nipped into the skin. The blood of animal had suppressed his hunger so he only slurped up the blood from the smaller wound. Flushed from his own feeding, Dean sighed deeply before taking the man's lips for a sloppy blood-smeared kiss.
"You're making a mess on him," growled Sam after he was done.
"I just wanna taste him..." chuckled Dean as he kissed the compelled man again.
"You're weird, you know I don't really swing that way," he frowned. "If you get a boner over this, I'll punch you in the nose." Dean chuckled again, he was aroused but in more ways than one as he licked the blood around the lips. His loins really were stirring, making his jeans tight, but this was a time for feeding. The one-night stand can wait tomorrow.
"Heh... Should we start finding a second course of the meal?" he smirked, earning a bothersome sigh.
"I'll pass... We need some supplies for the house anyway," muttered Sam. "Let me know when you need to bury the body or something," he added with a light scoff.
"Yeah, yeah..." The man was still out of it when Dean lifted him over his shoulder. He will live from the slight bloodloss, but the vampire already decided to go out of the town as he brisked past his little brother with a blur. Within a few minutes, Dean was in the sloping part of the woods, barely a mile from town. He was only giving his prey a break since he was a tourist, but he shrugged it off as he dropped the man onto the damp ground.
He didn't feel like going back to Whitefish, the town was too small to keep going back and forth for food when the locals could easily identify him. Instead, he turned on his heels and dashed to another direction. Kalispell was fifteen miles away, but that distance was nothing on Dean. He could go halfway across the state before catching a break if he was full with blood. He ran down a rocky slope before landed nimbly onto the side of the main road close to the fairly larger town.
He knew that the vampire communities are broken down into small factions in major towns and cities, managing businesses and even government jobs alongside humans. In Kalispell, there was one faction that resided in blue-collar jobs although plenty of them lived like gangs that would often hassle the locals but not enough to raise alarm to Dean. They knew better than to leave bodies without him knowing, as he was a pureblood and he wouldn't exactly tolerate it.
The other vampires were a different class from him, as they were considered 'mixed'- descendants of vampires who were turned humans coupling with the rare purebloods centuries ago. The human traits within them made them unable to hypnotize their preys properly, these days they had to do the old-fashioned way of flirting with their food.
As Dean wandered into town, a sharp scent of blood was fresh in the air. But it wasn't the blood of a human- it seemed that his bethrens were fighting again, and that annoyed him, as he let out a deep huff. "Damn it..." Within seconds, he ran around the outskirt of town. There was one bar catered to their kind only, but it was also owned by a biker gang. He found those sort annoying, but only knew one member that he could trust fully.
It was eerily quiet when he reached the establishment called the Pentagram. Motorcycles and bikes were parked outside but Dean, smelling that the scent was a lot stronger here, frowned before walking right in. Almost instantly, the vampire patrons turned their eyes on them, they were filled with apprehension and wariness at the sight of their leader.
"Dean..." Dean's green eyes turned to a young petite brunette who was wearing a full-on biker gear.
"Tessa... what's going on here?" he frowned. But he didn't need to look around, not when he already noticed one guy slumped over on one of the pool tables. He could see that he was hurt with a bloody wound on his left shoulder. "It was another bar fight, huh?"
"I wish that it was, Dean..." sighed Tessa with a frown. He glanced at her and his eyes nearly glowed at the meaning of it.
"... When and where did this happen?" he muttered as he strolled up to the pool table. The others saved for Tessa backed away when he looked at the man's condition and frowned at what he saw. "A bullet wound...?"
"It's more than that... it's silver."
Dean snorted in disbelief, but his reaction was annoyance rather than anger. This one was probably careless and that was the cause of his end. "What the fuck was this idiot doing anyway?"
"Two counties over, he was seen by a hunter before he and couple other guys could go out to feed," Tessa replied. "Well... he was foolish enough to attack instead of fleeing, from what they told me."
"... Were they followed?" questioned Dean.
"I don't really know..." That made the pureblood huff in annoyance. Plenty of these vampires were older than him yet they kept making dumb mistakes as if recently turned. "It was two counties to the south, though, I highly doubt that the hunter can find us through the mountains and the woods so easily."
"Still, they fucked it up... Take the body somewhere and burn it, I don't care if they feel offended by it," he frowned as he turned to leave. The biker vamps grumbled by his notions but said nothing against it. Tess, however, followed him out but Dean turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "What? I said the right thing; burn the body when a hunter kills one of us," he frowned at her.
"I'm not saying that you're wrong, Dean..." sighed Tessa, shaking her head. "But what're you going to do about this? There's a good chance that a hunter might find us in this town."
"Even if they do, they can't exactly have no reason to harm us," huffed Dean. "Even they know better than to create a riot if the humans knew that we existed. Maybe if those asshole acted more careful, then I wouldn't have to have them cremate their friend."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black, wouldn't you say?" she questioned him, but Dean cracked a smirk at that.
"I don't kill my prey, but you have to admit that it's kinda fun to see those hunters trying to figure out why the victims can't remember the attack," he shrugged, yawning with his unnaturally sharp teeth out.
"They would know that it was a pureblood that's doing this."
"But they don't know who..." he nodded. "Speaking of which, that's what I came here for. Grab me a girl for a drink, no pun intended..."
"Right... Just be careful, O Gracious Leader, us subjects will stand by you whenever you're in trouble," Tessa scoffed but Dean chuckled with a roll of his eyes.
"Nice jab..." he smirked, before running off. He darted past back alleys and shops, the humans that were walking about didn't seem to notice the blur. He only needed to find one more for the night before going home. One or two people was often sufficient depending on his hunger as he finally stopped. This neighborhood was practically isolated despite being a residential area. But it was perfect to find his prey even if he had to wait for a while.
Hiding in the alley behind an apartment building, his mind wandered to that scene in the bar. There was no way that a hunter would have found a vampire so easily in this part. Even among the humans, it would be hard to pinpoint their kind within the crowd. The only thing that set them apart was the subtle glow of their eyes that could be seen in the darkness. Dean couldn't help that his own were doing it at the moment, catching a sight of a woman brisking down the block. She seemed to be in a hurry to get home, and he smirked at that.
"Perfect..." he muttered as he stepped out and silently followed after her. Like a skittish deer, she seemed have sensed him as she slightly glanced over her shoulder. But Dean was being casually, head down with his hands in his pockets as if he was disinterested. Yet, she kept her pace as she reached her apartment building. She took out her keys and attempted to unlock the front door, but not before Dean was suddenly right behind her.
"Excuse me, Miss..." he muttered, and the woman flinched from his presence.
"Goodness!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Dean smirked lightly. "It's just that I promised to meet up with my little brother in his place. But I forgot my spare key." When he looked up, his bewitching eyes made contact with woman's own. Her tensed stance instantly went lax before he stepped up to her. "Do you mind if I stepped right in to see if he's home...?" he murmured huskily, not breaking contact as he grasped at her arms.
His prey gasped softly, her hand dropping the keys, but she didn't notice when Dean slowly led her away from the building. "Or better yet... I could take you out for a drink. The night's still young after all..."
"I... I need to get home..." she muttered.
"And you will... as soon as I get to know you better, sweetheart..." grinned Dean, leading her to the dark alley. "There's need to be afraid of me..." His eyes glowed even more as he then held her against the wall. The pinprick wound on his thumb had long since healed but he nipped into it once again. "When we're done, you won't even know that it was me... Just another animal attack as usual..." he purred.
Clank!
Every muscles in Dean's body tensed suddenly and his eyes widened. He knew of that sound so easily, but groaned in disbelief as he glared over his shoulder. To the normal eyes, one could only see the silhouette of the new stranger but Dean saw who it was. "... Didn't expect a hunter to catch me off-guard," he scoffed softly.
He wasn't afraid of the gun being pointed at him as he took a better look at the hunter. An African-American man closed to middle-aged, dressed like a trucker to avoid being singled out within the human population. An usual strategy for the hunters though Dean found it annoying when he gave off a long exhale. "Do you got a name, or should I deal with the usual silent-type...?" he growled.
"... Do you mind letting go of the woman, vampire?" scoffed the hunter.
"Well, I certainly do mind, this is my dinner after all," Dean growled, his sharp teeth threatened to extend. "Just give me a couple of minutes then I'll be on my way."
"I don't think that's a good idea..." he retorted. "Either you let her go or I'll blast your head off, monster." At the threat, Dean blinked before letting out a small chuckle.
"You might wanna get a second opinion on that, guy," he sneered. "You do realize that you're threatening a pureblood, right?"
"I know, I can tell by the blood on your thumb."
"And you still wanna kill me...? Wow, you must be the dumbest hunter I've come across," he scoffed. "You and I both know of the consequences should a pureblood gets killed by the likes of you."
"Why should it matter? They are all the same anyway," frowned the hunter. "Especially you... who knows if that woman you're holding will die by your feeding." Dean smirked before glancing back at the woman, who was still hypnotized by the eye contact.
"That's impossible, dumbass, a pint or two's enough for me," he clicked his tongue. "But stopping me is pointless, by giving you this woman I can simply find another one. So may I suggest that you walk away and nobody gets hurt..."
"I don't think I like that suggestion, monster..." With that, he aimed the gun right at the vampire's head. The smirk instantly vanished on Dean's face, before growling lowly. He could easily flee or overpower him, wondering if he should take Sam's advice and do the former. But being a highly ranked vampire, he had too much pride to do so, as he let go of the woman.
"Take her, you can have her..." he growled. "But... you cannot stop me from ripping off your arm." All of the sudden, he pushed his supposed prey toward the hunter, catching him by surprise.
"Ugh...!" The hunter stumbled back by the force. He didn't have a chance to look up to see Dean disappearing out of sight. But just as fast, Dean reappeared behind him, his fingernails sharpened into claws as he grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Fucker...!" he snarled, slamming him into the brick wall. The woman that fell from Dean's push, blinked into consciousness before looking around in confusion.
"What... where...?" she mumbled before she looked and saw the two men, with Dean's true form showing right in front of her fangs and all. "Ah... Ahh! S-someone, help me...!" she shrieked in horror, as she staggered to her feet and ran off. Dean's prey running away was the least of his problems, as he tried not to use all his strength to pin his opponent down.
"Y-you beast...!" gritted the hunter. He attempted to move his hand but the pureblood grabbed his wrist and twisted it, knocking the gun right out of his hand. "Argh...!"
"I warned you... You should've let me be, hunter," he growled, the golden rims in his glowing eyes enhanced. It was easier to scare the now disarmed hunter, rather than the need to kill him. With a snarl, he tossed him into the abandoned pile of trash cans with a crash. Dean kicked the gun away before stalking up to him. "I didn't even throw you that hard..." he scoffed. "I would decide to take your blood, but I'm a very picky person. Yours probably tastes like shit..."
The hunter groaned and coughed when he attempted to get up but he was still slumped over the garbage. Dean smirked a little, he had never confronted a hunter like this before, usually he would be gone just after feeding on his victims. Still, this one didn't hesitate with his threats, not even the most advanced hunters would dare to mess with the purebloods.
"Well... thanks to you, I need to find another meal," he smirked. "By the time you'll wake up, I'll be long gone, buddy. I doubt you can find a pureblood like me so easily."
"Don't... act so cocky, demon...!" the hunter gritted.
"Hm...?" Dean stepped closer, just before he caught a glint in his opponent's hand. A second later, he realized what it was with his eyes widened in surprise. But the was much too late. "A-ahh...!" he hissed out in sudden pain, feeling a gush of his own blood from his right leg. He stumbled back, glaring at the hunter who was getting to his feet.
He was holding a dagger but it wasn't an ordinary weapon, judging by the searing pain Dean was feeling on his wound. "You sly fucker... I didn't think you would have another weapon on you...!" he snarled lowly.
"One of the aspects of being a hunter," panted the man. Dean bared his pointed fangs, but staggered back. No doubt that his subordinates would smell the scent of their leader's blood. He doesn't wish to cause a slaughter between the enemies if this one were to be killed and the other hunters finds out.
"Tch, you just had to jinx me, Sammy..." he muttered under his breath as he glared at him. "You got lucky, asshole... but if I find you again, I won't hesitate to maul you..." He took another step back before dashing out of sight. He hissed with each quick steps, the burning effect of silver was getting to him as blood soaked over his pants leg.
"Dean...!" The pureblood was back to the bar at the edge of town. Almost instantly, Tessa was by his side as the biker vampires rushed out to see him panting heavily. "Holy hell, Dean, what happened...?!" Tessa questioned in disbelief.
"Oh, nothing... I just had a run-in with a crazy hunter a second ago," gritted Dean.
"Are you serious- Damn it, I knew that this would happen...!" scoffed Tessa while the other vampire clamored in surprise.
"What does this mean?"
"This hunter just hurt our leader...!"
"We should kill this bastard-"
"No! Nobody kills anybody...!" growled Dean and the lesser vampires quickly silenced themselves. "This is my mistake and mine alone... but don't go reckless like a fucking bunch of headless chickens! Do not pursue this hunter, or you'll be asking for it, got it...?"
"Damn it, Dean..." Tessa scoffed softly, her honey-brown eyes narrowed in disbelief.
"And you... don't tell Sam about this," he hissed at her. "No doubt he'll bash me up for fucking around."
"But you would have to go home sooner of later..."
"Not unless I heal myself up first," growled Dean. But it was easier said than done, wounds caused by silver take a lot longer to heal even after consuming blood. "... If Sam calls for me, tell him that I'm hunting to the east. I'm sure he won't worry too much."
"Fine, just be careful, idiot..." Tessa frowned. Dean barely nodded, before rushing out of town in a blur. He wasn't sure where to go in the eastern counties but he should manage to get to the nearest town he finds. As long as Sam doesn't find out about his fumble against a hunter.
His younger brother constantly worried about his behaviors despite of being a leader of this state. If anything, Sam would constantly be on his tail if given a chance. "Shit...!" he hissed as he stumbled to a stop, leaning against a large tree. The pain was terrible, it seemed that the wound was deeper than he thought. He now needed to drink some blood immediately before he could go farther. Slumped, he listened for any creature close enough for him to catch. It was a chilly damp night, typical of the late winter season, no doubt plenty of small animals were hibernating.
"Damn... Damn it," he panted. From a corner of his eyes, he could see a little brown rabbit sniffing nearby. It didn't even have a chance to notice Dean, before it was suddenly snatched up by the ears. A short shriek was emitted but it was quickly silenced once the sharp fangs shredded into its throat. "Hmm..." Dean sighed at the thick sweet taste of blood.
But it wasn't enough, he drained the animal as quickly as he bit it. Licking his stained lips, he dropped the carcass before deciding to rush for the nearest town. Or any town for that matter, before he collapsed from the pain...
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Reading through the financial files under a single lamp, a young man sighed tiredly as he rubbed his eyes. Though the funding for his church wasn't in the red, he was pretty close to it with the donation from his patrons were barely scrapping by. But that was what he gets for choosing the life of priesthood almost five years ago. Scratching through his messed up black-brown hair for the umpteenth time, he looked up to see the wall clock perched to the right.
"Eleven-thirty...?" he muttered quietly. He had been here for too long, he realized as he stored the files away. Slowly, he got up, joints cracked from being too stiff for long, before walking around his desk. On the little tag sign, it read, 'Father Castiel Novak', that was his name.
Despite being young, he wore a full Catholic garment of a jet-black cossack and slacks, with a white collar snugly wrapped around his neck. Also around his neck was a simple gold cross, the only jewelry he owned as he fiddled with it. He tried to figure out what to plan for the coming weekend, even though it would be the usual sermon. But he could think about it later, as he unbuttoned the cossack and hung it on the coat rack in exchange for his warm beige overcoat.
If Castiel had left earlier, he could have went home without the need of a scarf. But the temperature dropped by at least ten degrees plus the winding was kicking up, judging by the bare branches creaking outside. He left his office, then walked down a small hallway to the side door. "Oh, I forgot..." he mumbled, doubling back to enable the alarm system. He rushed out the side door afterwards and locked it, shivering when a strong breeze hit him.
In this small city of Great Falls, everything was virtually quiet. There was no reason for the priest to feel worry of being seen walking late at night as he glanced around. Because this was an old church, the small graveyard behind it seemed unsettling in the dark. Not that he was afraid, of course, instead he found it hauntingly interesting. If it had snowed, it would look beautiful, that was his opinion.
As he wrapped the coat around himself, Castiel sighed deeply as he walked around the historical structure for the front gate. It was padlocked as he reached for the keys in his pocket, just as he heard soft thud behind him.
"Ughhh..."
Castiel paused in his action in an instant, wondering what he had just heard. For a second, he thought it was tree branch that had fallen but then again he would have heard a snap beforehand. Bold blue eye glinted under the dull street light as he glanced over his shoulder. The sound came from the small graveyard, where he now assumed that an old tombstone was tipping over. But unexpectedly, it wasn't, as he heard a painful groan that was definitely human.
"Huh...?" He squinted his eyes as his expression scrunched into confusion. There was no way that anyone other than him could be on this property. Even with the alarm on, the church had nothing truly valuable saved for priceless bibles and crucifixes that had been around for decades, so there was no way that a thief would bother to break in. Still, it was best to see for himself, patting the pocket of his slacks to make sure his phone is on hand just in case.
He carefully walked back around, the only light available dimmed away as he reached the small plot. "He... Hello...?" he called out tentatively. "Is someone here...?" He heard the groan again and his head whipped to the left, but the groan didn't exactly sound human this time. It sounded like... a wounded wolf or some other animal. Still confused, Castiel took out his phone and clicked it into flashlight mode.
"Hello...?" he called out and stepped to the left.
"Get... get away..." It was a guttural painful sound, that made him freeze. He should be afraid, he should back off and call for help. But when the bright light shone on a row of tombstones, he saw dark red droplets of what looked like blood on the stones. His eyes widened at the sight before looking ahead. He could see a slumped form of a person just yards away, leaning against one of the larger monuments.
"Wha... what happened? Are you okay?" Castiel gasped out in shock. With the light, he saw a man with a bloody leg wound. He was slouched over, breathing heavily from the pain. "Dear Lord...! You're hurt...!" he gasped sharply as he rushed up to him.
"D-don't...!" the man gritted and flinched away when the priest crouched down. This person doesn't even know that he was in danger; he only saw the injury on him... not the glowing eyes or the sharp teeth.
"Please, sir, I can help you... Can you get up?" asked Castiel and the man quickly shook his head. "Hold on, I'll call 911-"
"No...!" he snapped and Castiel flinched at that. "I need... no help...!" The priest frowned in utter befuddlement, staring at him then at the blood-soaked pants leg. It looked pretty bad but this man didn't seem to want to seek for the emergency room. Then again, he had never seen this person before... he might be a drifter who had gotten attacked. But from where and by whom, he wondered for a second. "Just stay away from me... I'll be fine..."
"N-no, I cannot... Just stay right here, I can fix you up," Castiel insisted hastily, before getting to his feet and rushing back to the side door.
All the while, Dean hissed in his breath now that priest was gone albeit the sound of the alarm system going off for a few seconds. That was much too close, he had thought for sure that his fangs would be seen but the concern over his leg injury was good for that human's ignorance. Inhaling, his mind already imprinted on the priest's scent.
He wasn't sure if it was out of hunger, but the smell was so good on him. So natural, barely a hint of body spray or any other disgusting chemical on him. He knew that type of scent before but he never suspected that it was coming from a man like him... Then again, being a priest, of course that man would smell so... pure...
He was coming back, his nostrils flared as he looked away, trying not to hear the rushed pounding of the priest's heartbeats. "Here... let me clean the wound, sir," Castiel muttered, opening up the first aid kit.
"You're wasting your time, Padre... I told you I don't need your help," groaned Dean. Castiel raised an eyebrow at the nickname but shook it off as he took out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"This is going to hurt..." he warned as he opened it and poured the clear liquid over the wound. Dean hissed and clawed his fingers into the old soil, it took all his might not to shred this human apart. The liquid burned as much as that silver dagger, before Castiel cleaned away the blood with some gauze. "I'm sorry, but since you didn't wish to go to the ER-"
"Yeah, but still I didn't want your help..." grunted Dean. The priest's scent was evident even in the cold damp air, but pursed his lips together to conceal his teeth. This human shouldn't be his next target, he wasn't the type to go after those who had faith in their god. Not that he believed in their deity, since he was a 'monster' like in the stories...
But Castiel didn't seem to notice it, as he wrapped the bandage around the thigh. "Are you okay, now...?" he muttered, glancing up at him. There was still a burning pain in his wound, but Dean barely nodded. "Can you stand up...?" he asked, the light from his cellphone shining on the vampire's face. Dean squinted at that, his eyes couldn't glow under artificial light but his vision was sensitive to the blinding shine and shielded his face with his hand.
"Just gimme a minute, I-" As soon as he glanced up, his pupils dilated at the sight of the priest's face. For a Man of the Cloth, he had never thought that he was good looking. Hell... even for a human, he had never seen eye color that intense. It looked like liquid sapphire, full of concern yet confusion. He then absorbed the rest of his face, seeing that the priest have yet to shave with the stubbles coming out of his fair skin. The ruffled unkempt black-brown appeared unusual for a priest but on this human... "Fucking hell..." he rumbled in surprise.
"Beg pardon...?" muttered Castiel.
"Uh, sorry..." With a grunt, Dean slowly get to his feet. "Thanks a lot, Padre..."
"But- Are you sure you're okay, sir...?" Castiel frowned in concern. "I can still help you if you want. That's the point of my job, after all..."
"Nah, I'm really good."
"But... you were attacked, I should call the police-" he insisted, but his voice cut short when he was suddenly gripped by the jawline. He felt the firmness of this man's hold as his widened eyes stared at the intense green ones. But Dean didn't use hypnosis on him, instead he took the opportunity to take in more on this human's face. The priest didn't look afraid of him, yet apprehensive of his next move. And the next thought was getting some more blood, as the vampire felt the throbbing pulse so close to his fingers.
"No police... I'll be on my way so I'll leave you alone," he gritted lowly, willing himself to remove his hand.
"But-"
"No cops, got it? I'm already in enough trouble as it is," he warned. "But I should thank you for patching me up... Good night, Padre." As Dean took a step back, the priest blinked out of his stupor and cleared his throat.
"It's Castiel..." he mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Uh- it's Castiel, sir, not Padre," Castiel answered with a nod. "Father Castiel, to be exact..." Still under the light, Dean blinked in surprise. He couldn't remember the last time a human address their names. And for some reason, he found it interesting. For once, his sharp teeth retracted in time as he put up a small smirk.
"Castiel, huh...? That's a cute one," he muttered. Castiel frowned in slight confusion at that before shaking it off.
"What's your name, then...? It'd be unfair of me not to know it when I help," he muttered. Despite of his pain, Dean smirked again. This human was very interesting to be around, but not now. His hunger was aching at him and he couldn't ignore it for too long.
"My name...? Well... it's-" he rumbled, before suddenly knocking the phone away from the priest's hand. That caught Castiel off guard and flinched by the action, making the phone tumble to the ground.
"Ah...! Oh no!" he gasped, the light concealed by the dirt as he quickly reached down for it. "Goodness, what was that about...?" he questioned in disbelief when he looked up at the injured man.
Only that... the man was suddenly gone.
"What in the Lord's name...?" he frowned. With the light, he peered around the small graveyard but the man was nowhere to be seen. That couldn't be possible, the iron gates surrounded the property and it was impossible to climb over since they were rusty and little over six feet high. He glanced back at the church, remembering that he left the side door opened.
Hastily picking up the first aid kit, he jogged back inside. But there was no sign of that man, he would have left a bloody handprint or something on the wall, Castiel realized. He frowned in disbelief, it was as if the man had simply vanished into thin air. Not that he didn't believe in ghosts, but there was just no way that he treated an injured spectre. He shook his head, maybe he should sleep it off and then figure it out in the morning.
Putting away the first aid kit, Castiel finally left the church alarm enabled and all. Whoever that person was, he wondered how he was able to leave here with that injury. Or better yet, how he was able to get onto the property in the first place. But as he locked the gate and walked down the block, he didn't realize that a pair of glowing green-gold eyes were on him. Dean, perched on the heavy branch of a tree nearby, let out a soft growl as he watched the priest dwindling away.
His hunger was very evident, yet he was able to curb it down even after being so close to him. His scent and pulse were so close to him... He was surprised at himself for not ripping into his neck. Maybe he could stick around this town for a while, to see if his instincts were working right for a pureblood.
As he was pondering about it, he suddenly felt a buzz in his jeans pocket and frowned, there was a good chance that it might be his meddlesome brother. He was right, checking out the caller ID after taking out his phone. "Great... What is it, Sammy?" he grumbled when he answered it.
"Where are you, Dean?" asked Sam.
"I... don't really know, I just rushed into some random town in the east," he grumbled.
"East where?"
"East to my ass, that's what..." he snorted. "Don't worry about it so much, idiot. Let's just say that I'm taking an overnight trip. Just let me know when something's up over there, okay...?"
"Goddamn it, Dean. Does this overnight trip involve getting laid or getting drunk off blood?" his brother questioned.
"... Who knows, it might be a bit of both," smirked Dean, looking back down the block but the priest was already gone from his sight. He could hear Sam scoffing in absolute annoyance but that was the least of his problem.
"Why... am I even related to you...? Why do I even bother...?" Sam grumbled. "You're only lucky that you get to be the leader because you're the oldest... But remember, the others had been talking about us lately. Just be careful, all right?" Dean's expression shifted and he frowned at that. He knew what that mean, something that even he was apprehensive about what the other pureblooded leaders would say about him.
"I know what I'm doing, Sammy..." he rumbled quietly. "Those other assholes can suck it. As long as I'm the leader and you're safe, everything's gonna be fine. That's all it matters."
"Sure, Dean, I trust you on that..." muttered Sam in a relieving tone. "Call me on the next sunset, okay?"
"All right, whatever..." With that, he hung up the cellphone. He knew that Sam would be okay by himself, but he doesn't wish to leave him alone for too long. They have dealt with that on more than one occassion, with often disasterous consequences... Dean groaned and scratched at his stomach. He needed to find someone around here fast, his specific desires going low. Hell, he would suck on a hobo if he has to, as long as he find a hotel to hole in for the day.
And maybe a new pair of jeans while he at it...
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As soon as he began to doze off, Castiel blinked himself awake with a shiver. He didn't get enough sleep last night, simply because he was so worried about that man he helped last night. The stranger looked fairly young from what he can remember in the dark graveyard, possibly in his mid to late-twenties. He dressed like a drifter or possibly a trucker, but he wouldn't know.
But the only things that bothered him the most... were the man's voice and the bright green eyes. Though the man was in pain, he spoke in a growling but husky manner so maybe then again he really was injured enough to speak like that. But then... those sharp green eyes seemingly pierced right through his soul. In fact, that was the main reason that he couldn't sleep. It was so eerie...
Castiel shivered once more the moment he blinked and looked around. The church basement was currently being used for a community meeting- something about a bake sale for next week, but he kept zoning out on it. Maybe he should have gotten coffee this morning instead of rushing here after a fretful night. "Father Castiel, are you all right...?" asked one of his patrons and he nodded.
"Restless sleep..." he muttered quietly before standing up from his seat. "I'll go to my office for some files..." It was partially true, but he made a brief gesture of the cross over his chest just in case as he left the basement. He felt so tired, it couldn't help to take a brief nap.
The bright green eyes brought up in his mind once again and groaned tiredly. He wasn't sure why it kept coming up, it almost seemed haunting yet... oddly alluring at the same time. That sound so... strange to think that... As he walked out to the main area of the church, he took a quick glance at the altar. The giant crucifix with the weeping Son loomed over him, and he absentmindedly fiddled with his own tiny one around his neck.
It never gets old, he thought to himself. Just the sight of it gave him anxiety. That was probably the point of this religion, to be afraid of doing anything remotely wrong that can be considered a sin, even telling a white lie he had done earlier. But his anxiety was suddenly cut off, when he heard a hard pounding on the heavy entrance doors.
It sounded very harsh, especially since the doors were made of oak. Or walnut- he never kept track of the facade anyway, as he brisked past the pews. "It's open...! It's not locked, it's opened...!" he called out as he opened one of the doors. But when he did it, his heart stopped at the sight of the visitor. "It's... It's you..." he gasped quietly.
Dean grinned in greeting, looking appeared as if he hadn't been injured at all last night since he was standing up just fine. As a matter of fact, he had on a pair of new jeans to replace the torn bloody one. Castiel stared at him with squinty eyes, he didn't get a good look at him last night with the phone light but he was certain that it was him.
"So it is you, from last night..." he confirmed, with a small but relieved smile.
"Hey there, Padre..." nodded Dean, his green eyes concealed by a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses. Castiel blinked at that in slight confusion before the other man chuckled softly. "What's wrong? You didn't expect me to see you again...?" he asked.
"N-no, um, I'm glad that you're here and all right but- Oh excuse me, do you wish to come in?" stammered Castiel, stepping inside.
"Really? Don't mind if I do," smirked Dean, walking right in with his hands in his jacket pockets. "I honestly thought that you wouldn't be here, seeing that not all priests live in churches..."
"Oh, some do, depending on the size of the property," Castiel answered honestly, making the vampire glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.
"That was supposed to be a joke," he pointed out.
"Oh... I'm sorry-"
"Oh, that's all right, Padre, my sense of humor's pretty eccentric that most people don't get it," he grinned. Castiel smiled back a little, but it was almost awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Sorry, but I don't get why you kept calling me Padre, sir..." he sighed.
"But that's what you are, Padre is just the cool Spanish way to call a priest," nodded Dean. "It kinda sounds badass, don't you think so?"
"Um, I prefer being more humble than... that word," mumbled Castiel, visibly making himself stiff at 'badass'. But concern quickly took over as he glanced over at the right leg. There was no way that a deep wound like that would heal over so quickly. "Um, your leg..." he pointed out, and Dean let out a brief chuckle.
"Yeah, I just needed to sleep it off for a while," he grinned, though not too much to show his sharp teeth. "Then after that, I downed an entire bottle of whiskey. That's when I realized I needed to come by to thank you."
"Oh... that's good and all, but I don't think that wise to be drinking so early in the afternoon, especially with such strong liquor," Castiel frowned with slight distress. That didn't really make any sense, consuming large quantities of alcohol while on the mend. But the other man didn't seem to mind of it as he casually strolled up to the decorative altar.
Dean glanced at the large crucifix and merely frowned. One thing that popped up in his mind was how overstated the relic looked, but kept it to himself as he looked away. "... It's a little overwhelming to look at, right?" Castiel asked quietly, noticing his reaction.
"Yeah, having a dude wailing like that would make someone uneasy," he muttered, and the priest blinked at his disregarding tone.
"... You don't have faith for yourself, my good man?" he questioned.
"The only faith I have is to live another day like crazy," shrugged Dean. "But if you ask my brother, he would give you a better answer since he's the better of the bunch."
"I see... That's not a good thing, it's best to have faith especially when the times go dire," Castiel deliberated. "I doubt it was a coincidence when I found you injured last night. That was probably part of God's plan for you, sir."
"Yeah, if you think so..." he shrugged again. He gazed over at Castiel, who was very close to him, as he took a silent inhale. So he was right about this human's clean scent, and no doubt that his blood was untainted. Good thing that he had drunk enough liquor to hold down his hunger for a while, yet he couldn't help but feel intrigued by this innocent aura he was giving off. "Tell me, Padre..." he muttered.
"I'm called Father Castiel, sir," Castiel corrected him, his stern blue eyes on his smirking face. "And I think it's polite that you address your name as well."
"Oh, right... Guess you can call me James Dean," he grinned lightly, making the priest befuddled by his answer. "You know, like the coolest rebel in American history, a famous Hollywood actor from the fifties...?"
"I don't really know, I barely have any knowledge of pop culture," Castiel shrugged. "That's one of the cons of being a priest, I guess..."
"Really? You look young enough to know someone famous," Dean nodded. "You're like, what- 25, 28...?"
"I'm thirty," he muttered, almost sheepishly as he glanced at... anything but Dean.
"And you're the charge of this place?"
"It's a privilege to be serving the Lord regardless of my age... Mister Dean," he frowned a little. Dean simply chuckled, before pacing around the priest. The human didn't notice the way the vampire stalking around him, how the green eyes were glowing behind the sunglasses. But Dean played it cool, pretending to admire the architecture of the holy place.
"Such a big responsibility on you... It's a shame that you can't have the fun as I would always have," he remarked quietly. "Chugging on shots, getting into bar fights..." he muttered, internally smirking that Castiel glanced up at him in utter surprise, as if it was mortifying to hear it here. "Hell, I can't remember the number of women I've slept with."
"Wha... to say such things in here...!" he gasped, shaking his head as he took a quick cross over his chest. Dean glanced at him, noticing the embarrassing blush on his cheeks and ears.
"If you think that's bad, you should see the list of guys I banged as well," he chuckled teasingly. Castiel inhaled sharply at that, glaring at Dean in what looked like disgust as he grasped at his little gold cross. "... Do you still think that God has plans for me, Padre?"
"I... I cannot believe you've lived in such sin," Castiel frowned.
"Well it's my sin, and I'm responsible for it, that's my opinion," shrugged Dean, with a serious frown. "I wouldn't see the point of asking for forgiveness if I myself think I've done nothing wrong. That's just how I roll..." But the priest looked dismayed, not sure how to think of this man whom he had helped the night before.
He had done the right thing, as it was his responsibility as a religious man to do so. "You... you were hurt, surely you must have thought that God could help you in some way," he reasoned.
"I've had worse, that's why I'm feeling fine after that slash on my leg," he muttered.
"But- I'm confused... That cannot be possible, Mister Dean...!" frowned Castiel.
"Well, I'm a strange man, and you just happened to help me at the right place and time," nodded Dean. "If you believe that it was divine intervention or something like that, then that's you. You're the priest here, not me." When he walked up to him, he patted at his shoulder. Castiel flinched, not because he was being touched, but he hadn't expected an appreciative smirk on Dean's face when he looked up.
"I didn't come here to be preached on or to have my soul saved, I just wanna thank you for helping me last night," he smirked, before lifting up his sunglasses to reveal his mesmerizing green eyes. Castiel instantly froze by his sharp stare, but just as fast Dean put the eyewear back on. "Thanks a lot, Cas, I'll find a way to pay you back," he grinned, as he turned to leave. Castiel stood there for moment, wondering what had just happened before blinking in realization.
"C-Cas...?" he questioned as he looked back at the man.
"It's easier to say than 'Father Castiel', right?" Dean smirked with a quick wave. Blinking, Castiel just watched him opening the heavy door and stepped out. That was... so peculiar... As a Catholic, he should be praying for that man's soul for his wrongdoings. But Dean was nonchalant over his so-called sins, saying that it was his problems alone.
Not only that, he was so... nice. A little rough around the edge but he was somewhat polite, after all he was thanked for helping him. Nodding to himself, he walked up to the first row of the pews and sat down. Clasping his hands over his lap, he merely looked ahead before he let out a heavy sigh. "I know I've done the right thing... yet that man didn't wish to be pestered by faith or belief," he muttered, imploring blue eyes gazing up at the arched ceiling.
He was obviously met with silence but he expected that. "... Mister Dean said that he doesn't want to be saved, that he didn't mind condemning his soul for eternal damnation," he sighed. "He would rather be happy with the life he has now, even though it's not the right... lifestyle..." He frowned at himself at that; he didn't want to sound so judgmental. Having premarital sex with women was one thing, but sleeping with men also shouldn't be right.
Dean, however, didn't look the type to be bisexual. He was simply a handsome looking man- and he meant it in a simple platonic way. Blinking, he realized that he was scrunching up his face from thinking so much. That was a force of habit as he shook his head. Still, he wished if he could talk to him more, wondering if that man might come back.
Meanwhile, Dean shuddered from being out in the daylight. Although the sun was completely covered by the cloudy sky, he could feel the warmness on his face. He wanted to go back to that busted hotel he was staying and crawl into bed, but he lingered in front of the cream-colored church. "... 'Garrison of the Lord Catholic Church', that's a mouthful..." he muttered after noticing the sign on the gate. He glanced at the church and smirked. Despite of the noises of the streets behind him, he could clearly hear Castiel muttering to himself.
And he was talking about Dean, who chuckled softly. Never would he have thought that he would feel more than interested of the priest. That type of human should be off-limits... In the vampire community, humans of certain professions cannot be fed on in order to avoid a scandal in their world. Politicians, law enforcement... and members of the clergy.
And yet Dean wanted this one, his instincts aching against common sense as he let out a deep but inaudible rumble. Even his sharp teeth threatened to creep out, but he kept calm as he willed himself to walk away from the church. He wasn't sure why... but his instincts seemed to be rewiring itself at the thought of 'Cas'. That he should have him... not to just to have a taste of his untainted blood, but something more...
Maybe if he were to go back to sleep now then the instincts would go away. But he instantly doubted that, as he was a vampire. And by nature, vampires usually go with their urges, regardless of their own laws. Dean groaned softly, feeling a sense of arousal in his lower stomach. "Damn, I'm getting a blood-boner over a priest... great," he muttered to himself with a light smirk.
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"..." Blinking tiredly, Castiel opened his eyes. His mind fuzzy for moment, thinking that he was at home. But instead of his bed, he was slumped over his desk before he slowly sat up and stretched out his arms. "Goodness..." he yawned out. "I can't believe I really fell asleep... God forgive me." He shook his head to shake off the sleep, wondering how long he was out. But he knew that it was evening by the darkness in his office.
He frowned in surprise and glanced at the wall clock. Just past eight-forty. Meaning that he was asleep for over four hours after that afternoon meeting. Castiel should feel ashamed for falling asleep like that, but after meeting that Dean person, it felt like a sense relief washed over him. Getting to his feet, he yawned again and took off his cossack. It was time to leave in order to start the new day. Tomorrow was Friday, meaning that it would be a busy weekend as usual.
He grabbed for his coat as he left the office, the silence in the House was very comforting to him. But the moment he stepped out, a sense of uneasiness instantly fell on him. But why...? He had never felt like that before, whenever he was all alone in the church.
But then again... he had forgotten to put up the alarm after everybody was gone.
He wasn't paranoid of a burglar being in here, but just to make sure... Castiel turned to go to the main area of the church, hoping that the main doors were properly locked. Under the darkness, the surroundings looked haunting but the priest could care less as he checked. All four bolts were secured, he remembered doing so, but he couldn't shake off this feeling he was having, as if he had forgotten to do something.
"... Long day at the office, huh?"
The instinctive reaction was to shout out in fright, but Castiel felt his voice caught in his throat, only giving out a choked gasp. He whirled around with widened eyes, seeing if there was anybody in here. And there was... in the front row of pews, as he noticed someone sitting there. His heart was beating so fast, it felt like a heart attack.
"Wh-wh-who's there...?" he gasped shakily.
"... It's me, Cas, remember...?" The familar rough voice shook Castiel in absolute surprise, before the shadowy figure stood up. "The guy you helped out the other night, James Dean...?"
"Wha... Mister Dean...?!" Castiel nearly hyperventilated, coughing when he tried to gasp for air. "How... on earth... did you get in? I locked the doors-"
"Yeah, about that... I figured that the front door would be bolted up, so I went around the back and picked the side door," Dean replied almost in a cocky manner. "Don't worry about it, I didn't damage the lock or anything-"
"You broke in here, in the House of the Lord?" the priest questioned, the shock mixing in with disbelief.
"Well, I thought the church welcome anybody," he said, calmly walking up to the flustered man. "Also... I wanna talk to you, if you don't mind." Castiel looked up at the man with such incredulity, realizing that he was still wearing sunglasses.
"But... at this time of night, when I was about to leave? Not to mention that you broke into here," he shook his head. "Mister Dean, may I suggest that you leave now. I have helped you as it was my duty, but you've just committed a crime and because of that, I might have to call the cops on you."
But the threat didn't seem to deter Dean. In fact, he grinned at that as he chuckled softly. His throaty yet smooth laugh echoed within the hollow air of the church. The sound of it sent Castiel shivers down his spine, making the coat slip from his arms in a frumpy thump. "I'm not a criminal, Cas," he murmured quietly. "Sure, I'm a pretty big sinner- based on my debauchery that I mentioned to you earlier... But I'm simply asking for a chat with you."
"I... I don't know- You still came in illegally," Castiel frowned in disbelief. "Maybe I'd talk to you if you apologize about breaking in. I wouldn't mind forgiving about it, but it's late and I should go home."
"That's the thing, I'm only here for one more night and that's tonight," grinned Dean. "Just hear me out, okay, Cas...?" The priest looked at him, wondering whether or not to trust this man. Breaking into public property just to have a discussion sounded like an ill idea in the first place. But he did wonder of meeting him again. Plus, he supposed that he could forgive him right here and now for such a brash behavior since nothing was stolen or broken.
He glanced at his face concealed by the aviator glasses, wondering why he was wearing it in the dark. By now he calmed down with a nod, before taking a deep breath. "... As long as you're sorry about the break-in, I might hear you out, Mister Dean," nodded Castiel.
"That's good to hear..." grinned Dean. "But first... I have something to show you, Cas..."
"Hmm, and what's that?"
"My eyes... they can be very... intimidating, to say the least..." he warned as he finally took off the glasses. But... as he opened his eyes, he instantly noticed the stunned look on the priest's face. Castiel was speechless- that word should be an understatement- as he looked at Dean's green eyes. It was intense as he thought it was... he had just never thought that they would be glowing reflectively in near darkness.
"Dear Lord..." he breathed out, transfixed by the sight of it. His hand couldn't even move to gesture the cross, because his mind automatically went to something else. That the eyes were more than unnatural...
Dean expected that type of reaction from the priest, his smirk fell as he blinked a few times. "Shocking, isn't it...?" he sighed.
"You're... wearing contacts, right?" Castiel managed to question him, his hitched voice coming out raspy. There was just no way that could be right.
"No, my eye's 100 percent real, Padre..." Dean replied. "Sure, they're a little uneasy to look at... but it doesn't mean that I'm different. Well... I am different, but you should understand that, right? You cannot judge me... for what I am..."
"Wha-what're you talking-" The air gushed out of Castiel's lungs, when he was suddenly pinned against the wooden. His widened eyes stared at Dean in utter shock. He couldn't move his arms, feeling that the other man was gripping them firmly. "Wha..." he tried to talk, but his voice felt constricted once again. Not with the glowing green eyes on him.
"... Look at me, Castiel..." rumbled Dean, staring straight into the priest's frightened eyes. "I'm not gonna hurt you... Just like I said, I just wanna see you one last time."
"B-but..."
"I just want a taste of it... Your smell is so pure and innocent, I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't wrong about this," he growled softly. "It's been a while since I had a taste of virgin, but you're actually the first guy... that I find interested in..."
"Wha... W-wait a minute, what're you talking about...?" Castiel gasped at him. He was afraid and confused at Dean, who frowned back in confusion.
"... Hm? Wait... you're not hypnotized at this moment?" he rumbled.
"Hypnotized? Y-you're speaking nonsense...!" gasped Castiel. "I don't know what you're talking about but I need to ask you to leave this instant...!" But Dean didn't seem to hear him, as he grimaced in utter befuddlement.
This doesn't make any sense, the powers of the purebloods were absolute, even the most confident human can fall under the compelling spell. But... this one, there was no actual effect on him through the eye contact. Then that meant... the priest was seeing his eyes as abnormally strange, and it was scaring the human. "Shit... how that fuck can this happen...?!" he hissed, making Castiel flinch.
"P-please, Mister Dean... let me go..." he tried to reason though with a shaky voice. "I've no precious valuables, and neither does the church... If you leave now, I will forgive you of your sins and I won't call the police on you-"
"No... you saw my face, we already met because of it..." growled Dean, as the glow in his eyes suddenly intensified. "I could give you my blood, that might work..." Castiel felt his heart beating harshly, this man was sounding too deranged to believe. Glowing eyes, giving blood...? He must get away from him, as he began to struggle.
"Please-"
"Don't," Dean growled at him, his sharp teeth already extending out of his gums.
"Lord have mercy...!" Castiel gasped sharply in horror at the sight of it. "You're a demon...?!"
"No, Mister Priest... I'm something else..." Before the priest could react, his body suddenly felt like he was being thrown harshly. He yelled out in pain when he landed onto his back, before feeling his neck being constricted by his now attacker's hand. He gasped, he could still breathe but it was hard to utter a scream.
Fearful tears stung his sapphire blue eyes, as he realized that he was in front of the altar. The sight of the sorrowful grimace on the Son above him made it all the more terrifying. He stared wide-eyed at Dean, who had him pinned down as he growled lowly. His expression was mostly composed but deep down he was savoring the smell of fear coming off the priest. He could even tell fast his pulse was going by his blood flow, something that was making him aroused as he gave out a deep exhale.
"You're lucky that I already fed before coming to see you..." he growled. "But... it doesn't mean that I won't have a taste of you. Seeing you like this, I might not even leave a mark on you afterwards but who knows..."
Castiel gasped out, still afraid of what this man was, of what he was doing to him. "Wh-what... are you trying to do me?" he wheezed out in absolute fright. Dean's eyes glowed again as he soon put up a eerily charming smirk, showing off his sharpened incisors.
"Well... you just smell so lovely, Mister Priest... I shouldn't be that surprised that your blood would smell so pure..."
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