Blood of Salvation

by Boogermeister

Castiel finds himself being a 'pet' after being kidnapped by a moster he thought to be fabled. As a devout priest, he prays for escape but soon realizes that his feelings for his captor is changing either for the better or the worse as the days go by. Destiel Vamp!Dean Priest!Cas Dub-con

2. Cabin Fever

Blood of Salvation by Boogermeister

Chapter 2- Cabin Fever

Dean wasn't sure how to react exactly over his failed hypnosis on Castiel, but he knew that he couldn't leave him knowing what he was. Well, he couldn't leave him at all, revealing his true form as he was growling with his sharp teeth bared. Also, he didn't want to let Castiel see him this way. But his instincts reacted against him, the pulsating sound of his blood flowing in his veins was loud and clear in his keen hearing. He wanted to taste the lifesource so badly, but the one thing was holding him back was how to deal with the priest who had seen his monstrous face.

Taking a deep breath, Dean stared at Castiel's terrified eyes, seeing if he should try it again. "Stare into my eyes, Castiel..." he rumbled lowly, the growling tone rolling off the priest's name. "I am not going to hurt you..."

"Y-you're lying... the Devil is within you...!" gasped Castiel, his petrified voice wheezing out. "God have mercy on your soul..."

"What the fuck...? I can't believe it...!" Dean scoffed in disbelief. It really doesn't make any sense, how can a simple human be unaffected by his hypnotic eyes? It cannot be possible... "Even the mixbloods can be compelled... but why not you...?" he grumbled to himself, but Castiel shuddered by his words, not getting what he was saying.

"Please, please... God, protect me from this demon..." he prayed feebly. "I am the Child of the Lord-"

"Shut up, shut up..." huffed Dean and the priest flinched into silence. "Time for plan B..." Quickly, he bit into the thumb of his free hand, making the blood ooze out. "Hold still..."

"Ah- Mmmph...!" Castiel cringed in horror when the vampire suddenly jammed the digit into his mouth. The blood on his tongue was thick and bitter, and he visibly grimaced at the taste of it. He struggled from his attacker's hold as he whimpered in fright, while Dean's glowing eyes narrowed in utter disbelief. This one wasn't affected by the taste of his own pure blood... this cannot be right! "Don't- please don't...!" whimpered Castiel, spitting out the blood.

"The fuck, the fuck, the fuck...!" Dean nearly snarled out. Neither the hypnosis or the blood worked... what was wrong with this human? He was perfect, untainted and pure. Dean was doing it right, he knew that, he had compelled virgins before. But then again, they were usually women. And Castiel was the first male he have come across that he had wanted for it. He growled with annoyance, not paying attention to the feeble muttering of prayers from his prey.

"Shit...!" he growled, thinking of one more thing to do. Baring his teeth, he leaned close to Castiel's terrorized face. The film of sweat on his skin even smelled good, making Dean even more aroused despite of his puzzlement over his powers. "Don't know why the fuck my shit's not working... but I truly want you so bad..." he breathed deeply.

"W-want me...? You will devour me, aren't you, Devil...?" gasped Castiel.

"Oh, I have a different meaning of devour... but if I do that before drinking your blood, it won't taste pure," he growled. The priest looked at him in a bewildered manner. He tried to struggle again, managing to wrestle one of his arms free.

"G-get back, demon!" he yelled out, pushing against Dean's chest. But it was obviously in vain, it was like hitting against a brick wall. In response, Dean frowned and grabbed his wrist, feeling the bones creak from his preternatural strength.

"... You're making it worse on yourself, Cas..." he rumbled lowly. "I'll get what I want and that's it..." Castiel winced when his arm was pinned down before hot tears trickling out of his now clenched eyes. He was beyond scared now.

"Lord, help me... please..." he muttered frightfully. But his prayers fell on deaf ears as he felt the warm breath of his attacker on his neck. A second later, he felt his white collar ripping off, alongside the thin gold chain of his crucifix. The tiny jewelry clattered across the floor.

Dean's green-gold eyes glowed at the now bared throat, wandering down to the slight exposure of the priest's chest out of the black dress shirt. Under the darkness, he could see the flawless fair skin, making his mouth water at the sight of it. He panted heavily as he finally pressed his lips against the pulsating vein on Castiel's throat. "Hmm... so good..." he purred deeply, trailing a tongue across the skin.

"A-ahh..." Castiel couldn't take it anymore, teary eyes glanced up at the haunting relic above him. His god didn't stop this from happening, that he was going to die... Was this expected to happen, that this was all part of God's plan...? Before he knew it, a sudden sharp pain pierced into his skin. "Ahh-" His scream was cut short by his own shock. His blue eyes widened to the extent, he couldn't move as Dean suddenly pulled him up to his lap.

The vampire groaned in pleasure at the sickly sweet nectar oozing out. The taste of it had already rushed down to his loins, and he mentally grinned for pinching a tent in his tight jeans. But his prey was simply limp in his arms, possibly passed out from the bite. That wasn't good, the trauma of being attacked like this can cause mental scarring and even insanity. Many victims of vampire attacks were often institutionalized if they weren't compelled, few even committed suicide due to severe mental breakdown.

He didn't want that for Castiel, who let out a wet choking gasp. "Mmm...!" As much as he wanted to keep tasting the pure blood of the priest, Dean reluctantly removed his teeth from the neck. Trickles of the dark red essence trailed down his chin as he glanced at Castiel's slacken expression. He was barely breathing, the precious blue eyes rolled to the back of his head that was already limp to the side.

But his heart was still beating fast, noted Dean but he frowned just the same. There was no way that he could leave him here like this. That, and the alluring taste of his blood was too good to pass up. "Cas..." he rumbled quietly, lapping over the fresh wound. The bleeding must stop soon... before taking him away from here. This wasn't going as good as he thought, even after drinking this priest's blood. "Cas, don't pass out on me... I really want you... You're gonna be okay."

As the bleeding stopped, Dean carefully shifted his limp body as he braced his arms under his legs and back. His instincts were biting at him to take his blood again, but concerns whirled around his mind. Hospital was out of the question, and leaving him in the woods might lure more vampires to Castiel- something that he didn't want on his precious prey. He wanted him to be his and his only, even if the compelling powers didn't work on the human.

Inhaling the clean natural smell on Castiel, Dean let out a quivering groan. There was one way he could have him... regardless of his little brother's possible protests. No doubt he would get an earful and more over this.

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It felt... so comfy, Castiel groggily thought. Was he in heaven...? He wasn't so sure... but he was nestled in something soft and warm like feather. He felt so tired, yet he felt like he hadn't slept in days. But he also felt like he couldn't move, when he subconsciously tried to move his right arm. The limb felt like it was stuck on something. "Ahh..." He moved again, but his arm was still stuck as he accidentally yanked on his shoulder joint.

"Ahh...!" he hissed out in surprise. His eyes felt too dry to open but he did so slowly. His vision was blurry, but he could tell that it was pitch dark. Castiel blinked before groaning weakly, feeling a dull throbbing pain shooting up in his neck. "Ah- oww..." he hissed. What was this pain...? He didn't remember feeling this way before...

Wait...

Blinking again, Castiel gasped in realization as he looked around. But his surrounding was nothing but darkness, making him panic more. "Wh-where am I...?" he gasped shakily. He grasped at the soft material covering him with his free hand, before realizing that was a bed comforter. Meaning... that he was on some bed. Was it his bed, was he home...? No... that couldn't be right.

Not with his right wrist tied above him.

Very slowly, he sat up, the comforter fell off his upper body and he instantly felt cold. His shirt was somehow gone, leaving his chest bare. He touched his cool skin, before he suddenly grazed at a cottony material around his neck. His blue eyes widened in surprise. Where did this come from...?

"Look at me, Castiel... I'm not gonna hurt you..."

"Ah..." Castiel remembered now... of what that man did to him. How that... demon was able to charm him into letting his guard down, before showing his true nature with his deviously glowing eyes and hideous fangs. Dean, or whatever his name was, had done something to him, judging by the pain in his neck. "Dear Lord... What has happened to me...?" he muttered in horror, wondering why he was tied to some bed in the dark room.

It sounded dead quiet when he tried to listen for any noise. Was he alone...? He began to hyperventilate, before reaching up to in an attempt to untie the thick cloth around his wrist.

"... He's awake, I can hear him..."

Castiel froze at the sudden hushed voice, before looking around to hear where it was coming from. It sounded distant but this voice sounded... concerned. But he couldn't believe that to be true if he was stuck in an unknown room.

"... Do something about this..." He heard a different voice murmuring and his breath hitched at the now angered tone. "You fucked it up big time, and now he's your responsibility... You were supposed to be the leader, Dean, how can you let this happened...?"

Dean... So it was that monster's true name...

"I panicked, okay...?" the other voice spoke, nearly hissing in frustration. That was the devil's voice he was familiar with. "That had never happened before, I already told you that he couldn't get compelled...!"

"Then you should've let him be...!"

"He saw my face, my fucking eyes- I couldn't leave him there with him knowing about it..."

"Oh, really? You should've left him alone anyway... You shouldn't have tracked him down afterwards, when you know that priests are off-limits...!"

"But... he just smells so good... I couldn't help it, even his blood tasted perfect..."

Castiel gasped softly at that, not realizing that he was touching his bandaged neck. So Dean had drunk his blood, the thought of it instantly made him sick to his stomach. He really was a demon, the kind that drank blood... A vampire. He flinched when he heard the slight squeaking sound of the doorknob being turned in front of him. So this was it, he was going to be at the mercy of these monsters for his blood.

The door opened slowly, but he couldn't see who was there. The next thing he knew, he squinted his eyes shut when a lamp right next to him came on. How did that happened? "... You feeling all right?" a soft murmur spoke above him, and he flinched. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you..." Rubbing his eyes, Castiel looked up hesitantly, only to blink in mild surprise.

This wasn't Dean... but a tall young man with deep chestnut hair. His fair-skinned face was tightly fixed with concern as he glanced at the bandaged neck. "... How... are you feeling?" he muttered quietly. Castiel just stared at him in fright, not sure what to think of it.

"You're... an abomination, as well?" he muttered, his voice barely a whimper, and the tall man frowned at that.

"Guess you can say that... but abomination's a little mean to call me that," muttered the man. "You can call me Sam-"

"I will call you a demon, that's what you are...!" gasped Castiel. He wanted to move away from this person, if it weren't for him being tied to the bedpost. Sam remained composed over his reaction, his hazel-green eyes not even glowing under the light of the lamp as he stepped closer to the bed. "S-step back-"

"I'm just checking out your wound... I was the one who treated you in the first place," he muttered calmly, as he suddenly gripped his chin. Castiel froze by his touch. The fingers on him were firm, but they felt like a vicegrip against his skin as Sam leaned down. If this one was truly a vampire, he didn't show by the faint smell of blood underneath the bandage. "... He didn't bite you too deep, but it'll leave a mark for a while..." he sighed deeply.

"B-bite...?" he gasped.

"As in he bit you in order to drink your blood," said Sam as he moved away. Castiel stared wide-eyed at the man, who was still composed but gave off an annoyed scoff. "Damn it, Dean... I can't believe you did this."

"I can hear you just fine, Sam..." came a grumble, before Dean stepped right into the room. The priest whipped his head and saw the man, whose expression was unreadable for the moment. No... this wasn't a man, as he gasped sharply.

"You-" His yell was instantly cut off by Sam's large hand clamping over his mouth. His grip was like solid steel, but Castiel muffled out a panicked whimper as he tried to pull it away. Neither vampires paid attention to him, as Sam frowned in disappointment at Dean.

"Are you happy now, Dean...? You just had to get this guy, even though you know about our laws," he scoffed, and his brother merely frowned. "Really? You decided to break it, all because his blood tastes good...?"

"More than good, it's like drinking the best brandy in the world if that's the best explanation," shrugged Dean.

"I'm surprised that you didn't drain him dry, asshole," frowned Sam, nearly gritting his teeth.

"Because he was about to go into shock after I took a few gulps," he frowned. "He couldn't be compelled by hypnosis or my blood. Yet..."

"What?"

"... I can still smell him, even underneath that bandage," he sighed. "Come on, Sammy, I never get a chance to drink from a human so rare. I mean, virginal guys are usually smelly geeky losers living in shady basements. But this one... he's pretty much to look at, I should say."

"So... if he was some ugly guy-"

"Fugly is a better term," he said, and Sam inhaled at his brother's 'better' term.

"Right... you wouldn't be interested of drinking his blood if he didn't look handsome," frowned the younger brother. Dean merely shrugged, before walking up to the bed. Castiel was close to going into shock once again and struggled once again, his mind rambling on any known prayers in the bible. "... Your presence is making him scared shitless. Maybe you should leave-"

"Leave? This is my room," huffed Dean.

"Dean..." Sam turned to him with a knowing glance. "... Maybe I can try it instead, not every pureblood's powers are exactly the same."

"And you think you can do it, Vegan-Vamp?" he questioned.

"Just... step back, please. I can compel him into forgetting that you fed on him, and then you can take him home. And you won't come back to him ever again, unless you wish to get your ass handed over to you for breaking the laws."

Dean frowned at him, but exhaled as stepped away. "Whatever..." he grumbled as he glared away.

Blue eyes darted between the two vampires, Castiel whimpered behind the strong hand before Sam leaned down to his face. The hazel-green eyes soon glowed but the vampire stayed stoic as he glanced right at his petrified face. "What's his name?" Sam asked quietly.

"Cas- uh, it's Castiel," muttered Dean.

"All right then... Listen to me, Castiel..." Sam murmured, staring into the widened eyes. "We will not hurt you... we will make you forget about everything that had happened to you. You have nothing to worry about..." But Castiel remained frightened, still shaking in the taller man's hold as he continued to struggle. Sam's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, before glancing over at his brother.

"... He's not compelled," he frowned.

"No shit..." nodded Dean.

"Well, how's that possible? Humans can't be immune to it, even the mixbloods couldn't fight off the hypnosis," scoffed Sam.

"You believe me now? We can't take him back, Sam," he frowned.

"Fine... we can't, but we also can't have a human hostage in our home," he reasoned. "If the other purebloods were to know that you kidnapped a priest, they will punish us. You always get into trouble but this seriously takes the fucking cake, Dean."

"Hey, if the cake is this virgin padre over there, then I don't regret it," huffed Dean.

"Dean...!" his younger brother admonished, his own sharp teeth threatening to come out before taking a deep breath. "Just... think for once, please? We got a terrified human here, who can't even be compelled. What other options do we have?"

"... Well, I don't wanna kill him, his blood's too good to pass up," he pointed out, and Sam nearly let out an exasperated growl. "You say that this is my responsibility, right? Well, I have something to say... If the news mentions anything about a missing priest, we lay low for a while... We won't attract any attention when hunting either. And the only way to do that... is to keep him here."

"But-"

"Do you honestly think that he'll make a fuss with two powerful vampires around, Sammy?" muttered Dean, his eyes turning green-gold with a glow as he narrowed them. "If he wants to live, he'd do his best not to cause trouble. Not that I wanna hurt him for real..."

"... And then what, you'll keep feeding on him?" questioned Sam.

"Dunno."

"Then you should figure it out, Dean, we can drink from transfusion bags in the meantime," he muttered.

"Tch, great..."

"Now that's somewhat settled..." Sam looked back at Castiel, who was on the verge of a breakdown, before the glow of his eyes went away. "I'm not compelling you right now, Castiel... but you must understand this," he muttered calmly. "I am Sam, the younger brother of that idiot who attacked you-"

"Tch, bitch," Dean grumbled under his breath as he crossed his arms.

"I know that this is traumatizing to you that you were taken from your hometown, and being held here against your will..." Sam continued, completely ignoring him. "But understand this. As long as you comply to our rules here in this house, nothing will happen to you. Do you get what I'm saying, Castiel...? Nod if you understand that." Still shuddering, Castiel stared warily at Sam. The younger vampire seemed more coolheaded and reassuring, but he couldn't trust him.

In fact, he shouldn't dare to trust these monsters. To him, they were nothing but spawns of the devil, feeding on the lifeforce of the innocent. If anything, he would rather die than be at their mercy. Yet... killing himself would be the ultimate sin in his religion, condemning his soul to Hell seemed worse than being a hostage in an unknown place. Very, very reluctantly, he gave a slight nod and Sam noticed with a light smile.

"I'm going to remove my hand now... Promise me that you wouldn't scream," he advised. Slowly, he removed his hand away from the priest's face. Castiel inhaled a deep breath, waiting hesitantly for either of them to do something next.

"... The fuck are we gonna feed him?" Dean wondered out loud, making the priest flinched slightly from his voice. "Do we have to feed him just raw tomatoes or something?"

"Don't know, Dean, the last time you've been to the supermarket was to get eight kinds of liquor and toothpaste," Sam replied with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, as he turned to him. "Maybe if you haven't kidnapped a priest in the first place, then we wouldn't have to worry about stocking up food."

"I get it, I get it..." groaned Dean with a shake of his head. "But aren't supermarkets closed for the night? It's already past one."

One...? It was nearly nine when Castiel was attacked, the human realized, meaning that he was out for over four hours. "There's always gas stations. Go check them out," ordered Sam.

"Wha- wait a minute, why do I have to go? I just thought we agreed to lay low for a while," scoffed Dean.

"Because Castiel is downright scared of you, and leaving you here with him would only make it worse," he frowned. Dean frowned back at his brother's bitch-faced expression, then at Castiel. Of course the human was frightened by him- with the widened blue eyes gazing at him with apprehension. But to argue with Sam just to stay wouldn't make any sense for once in his usually irrational mind.

"Fuck, fine... Geez, humans are so sensitive..." muttered Dean. As soon as he stepped forward, he instantly disappeared in a blur. Castiel blinked in shock at what had just happened, before he heard a distant sound of a door opening then closing. How did that demon do that in the matter of seconds was truly unnatural.

He blinked back into realization when he glanced up to see Sam untying the tough cloth from his wrist. "There... I'm sure you need to use to the bathroom or something, but if not, you can wait in the living room downstairs," he said. Castiel seemingly balked at the thought of this vampire offering him a form of hospitality, but after feeling the blood rushing back to his hand, he rubbed at his free wrist and nervously glanced down at his lap. "... Castiel...?"

"... I prefer it that you don't address my name with your tongue," he muttered gruffly. Sam raised an eyebrow but sighed as he walked away from the bed.

"Just because my dumbass brother hurt you but it doesn't mean that you have to act mean towards me," he sighed.

"Mean...? You two are nothing but products of the Devil...! How can I feel reassured if I'm being held against my will?" Castiel scoffed in disbelief.

"The Devil, that's what he sees us..." Sam sighed in mental exhaustion. "You really are a priest, I give you that. But I can assure you that we're not Satan's kids or anything like that, Castiel. Vampires had been around long before there was even such a thing as Christianity..."

"... And you expect me to believe that?" he questioned. Sam merely shrugged as he paced around the room.

"I expect you to keep calm over this situation, we can't afford to create any more trouble involving you," he said. "There are other vampires that are far worse than Dean taking a quick drink from your neck."

"..."

"... Come on, I'll show you the bathroom," muttered Sam as he then stood by the opened doorframe. Castiel just sat without moving on the bed, not wanting to consent to his words. He had never acted this stubborn before, he was rarely a pushover but he wouldn't wish to act on someone else's whim. "You can't stay in there, unless you want Dean to have a breakfast in bed," he deadpanned.

"Ah... F-fine..." Castiel relented, slowly getting off the bed. The only clothing he had on were his black slacks, as his bare feet touched the cool wooden floor. He was still hesitant to follow the tall vampire. But it was just a short trip to the bathroom, it shouldn't be that difficult. He followed Sam by five steps as they walked down the short dimly lit hallway. The bathroom was to the right, the staircase to left, at the end of the hallway.

Castiel noticed that and immediately wondered if he could make a run for it. But just as quickly, the idea was dashed from his mind, remembering how fast Dean was able to move. Sam could instantly grab him before he could even make a step, but the vampire was preoccupied as he opened the door and clicked on the light. "Go knock yourself out..." he nodded as he glanced at him. "But I recommend that you don't make an escape attempt, as the window is barred."

"Wh-what...?" Castiel muttered in surprise.

"As a matter of fact, all of the windows are barred, so whatever you're thinking, you better shut those ideas away," sighed Sam. "I'll know when you're done..." Despite being a heavier person, he bounced down the stairs lightly, leaving the priest alone. Castiel frowned dreadfully. So they weren't kidding about him thinking of getting away from them. The soft white glow was barely comforting as he stepped into the small bathroom.

The tiled floor was a lot colder as he turned to the mirror of the medicine cabinet. His reflection... it didn't look like him at all. His skin was so pale and dry to the touch. His hair was in disarray, while his eyes were rimmed with red from the soreness. He glanced at his neck and grimaced at the sight of the purplish bruise slightly visible from underneath the bandage. He tentatively touched over the bruise and winced, feeling the pain when he swallowed dryly.

It hurts... everything about this predicament was so wrong, he thought sorrowfully. He wanted to cry but he swallowed again to hold back the feeling. He has to be strong about this, he couldn't let these monsters get to him. "I'm a Child of God... I cannot let them taint me..." he muttered quietly, turning on the faucet and splashing warm water onto his face. There must be a way out of this... if he could find a way out of here, that he could get to the police...

"Uhh-" Castiel flinched in surprise and looked up, seeing Sam holding a folded bundle of clothes. "Sorry but... I got something that might fit you..." he sighed, placing on the countertop of the sink. The priest cautiously watched his movements, it was fluid yet awkwardly human, before Sam took a step back. "Listen, Castiel, the only thing we got here are beer and water. If you don't mind waiting a bit longer..."

"And then what...?" he questioned warily.

"You eat the food brought by... Well, we'll figure it out later," shrugged Sam as he moved to leave.

"So I'm your prisoner now, demon...?" frowned Castiel and the vampire paused to look at him.

"To be honest, I'd rather you have compelled and be sent back home," he muttered. "I don't know how to deal with this, we rarely have any humans around let alone one that's going be stuck with us for who knows how long. But... if we find a way to get you home, I'd tell you."

"You... you keep talking about compelling, what does that mean?" muttered Castiel. "That's a form of witchcraft you used, correct...?"

"Vampires can't use witchcraft..."

"You know what I mean," he replied curtly. Sam narrowed his eyes at him, and the priest instantly regretted his tone, but the vampire merely shook his head.

"We can talk about that later... just hurry up and change, Dean'll be here in a few minutes," he sighed, leaving the bathroom. It was strange not to hear any other sounds afterwards, but Castiel just stood there with a strained frown. He didn't wish to see Dean, not after that man had done to him. But there was no way to avoid him, as he eventually picked up a faded green T-shirt.

He felt self-conscious of the fabric rubbing against the bandage but said nothing about it as he then put on a red hooded sweatshirt that was two sizes too big. But after that, he continued to stand on the cold tiled floor. He was still afraid of being in this... house, with these blood-sucking demons, not knowing whether they really want to take him home or hold him hostage as a personal food bank. There was hard to see a way out of it.

Very quietly and slowly, he left the bathroom. It was obvious the he was on the second floor as he glanced at the staircase. He could hear the soft sound of noises of television downstairs, possibly in the living room. That person Sam was obviously waiting for him to show his face, as he reluctantly moved to walk downstairs. Halfway down, he could see it was just a big space, with the sound coming to the right.

As he reached the landing, he gingerly glanced around. The living room area appeared simple with a couch and a recliner facing the TV. He could see the back of Sam's head, as the vampire seemed still as a statue on the couch and not paying attention to him. Castiel looked around, noticing that the walls were wood-paneled, before his eyes landed on the heavy wooden door across from him. There were about six types of locks installed on it, possibly bolted shut at the moment. He wondered if it would be possible to leave without making sounds of it.

But there was no way of knowing, as Sam suddenly stand up and it caught Castiel's attention. The priest stepped back out of reflex when he walked past him for the door. The quick fluid movement was evident as he unlocked all the bolts within a few seconds and opened the door. "That didn't take that long," he commented, just as Dean stepped in.

"It did, you're lucky that some fast food joint was opened 24/7 about twenty miles away," scoffed Dean as he sauntered in, balancing a large bag of food in one arm while holding a cooler with his other hand. Almost instantly, Castiel shuddered at the sight of him and held his breath, though the vampire didn't pay attention as he crossed to the kitchen area and plopped the items onto the rounded table.

"And this...? You actually bought these?" Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow at the cooler. "I thought you said the transfusion bags were just juice boxes for the half-assed vampires."

"Well, you were the one who suggested it, considering that I'm a fucking asshole," huffed Dean. "We got about at least a week's worth, if you want some, but I don't know how long we're gonna keep doing it."

"That's what Castiel asked about..." sighed Sam. Now the older vampire acknowledged the presence of Castiel as he glanced at the frightened priest. It seemed that he had forgotten the fact that he had attacked him a few hours ago, as he frowned with disregard.

"Like I said, let's wait and see," he shrugged, taking off his jacket. "We keep checking on any news on the internet and stuff, sniffing out the crime scene... If the police believes it to be a human-on-human kidnapping, then the other purebloods won't suspect my shit."

"Wow, that is the smartest thing a vampire leader had ever said," Sam muttered sarcastically.

"It's the smartest I can think of," Dean frowned at him. "Unless you got a better idea..." Sam pursed his lips but exhaled before glancing over at the still standing human.

"Castiel, here... if you're hungry or whatever..." he offered, opening up the fast food bag and taking out a few burgers. "Geez, Dean, you bought every type of food in here?"

"Well it's supposed to hold him over for the next day when we're sleeping," shrugged his brother. "Not like he can stroll right into Mickey D's to get a Egg Mcmuffin while we're out like a light," he added as he grabbed one and glanced over at Castiel. "Cas, here, dinner..."

"..." Castiel frowned at him and didn't bother to move. Looking at Dean being nonchalant hours after appearing as a fanged monstrosity was much too hard to look over. Dean noticed that and frowned in slight annoyance.

"C'mon, don't you want a burger?" he scoffed, promptly tossing it right at him.

"Ah...!" he gasped in surprise when the burger hit his arm and he flinched from it. He stared at the vampire with utter disbelief, before Sam let out a soft growl.

"Don't throw them at him...!" he huffed.

"Well, he's just standing there looking dumb, what you want me to do?" frowned Dean.

"Not chucking food at him! No wonder he's frightened...!" scowled Sam. "You're just making it worse, Dean. Go sit in a corner somewhere." Dean grumbled out a soft growl and opened up the cooler, taking out a medical transfusion bag filled with chilled dark red blood. Castiel, ignoring the wrapped burger by his feet, noticed what he was holding in his breath and felt his throat throbbing from the pain in his skin. He wondered how he had forgotten that for a moment but he flinched out of his stupor when the vampire brisked past him.

"Then you feed him. You're the one who wants to act like a damn mother hen," he grumbled, plopping onto the couch with his boots placed onto the coffee table. Seeing that this was getting ridiculous, Sam scratched through his head before walking up to the startled priest.

"Castiel..." he frowned, getting his attention as he glanced at the frightened blue eyes. "Accept what we can offer you since we're being generous... I told you already that there are far worse vampires that wouldn't be so. So go over there... and eat..." The calm even tone of his voice sounded far more scary than expected, as the rapid beating of his heart proved it to Castiel.

As if possessed, he slowly made himself to the table and sat down. He was right, he would be at the mercy of these monsters in one way or another. He did feel hungry by the smell of the food, but he was still hesitant of relenting to his needs just because the vampires ordered him to eat. Meanwhile, Sam slightly made a face after picking up the thrown burger as he moved around the couch.

"Onions always smelled gross..." he muttered to himself before sitting on the armrest and glanced at his grumpy brother. Dean knew that he was being stared but ignored it while channel-surfing and sipped on the bag. "... You know what I'm thinking, Dean..." he mumbled very quietly. "This cannot be true... a human that couldn't be compelled...?"

"... Hmm," Dean nodded, his expression softened at the confounding situation.

"Maybe... I don't know, even though we agreed on keeping him around, I think we should call up Bobby about this..." Sam suggested. "He should have some answers about it, if there is any..."

"What if he doesn't, Sammy?" mumbled Dean.

"He might, he's more experienced than we are when it comes to vampire/human conflicts," he muttered, unwrapping the food and picking out the tiny white pieces. "Not to mention that he taught us more on our history than... Dad did..."

"Hmmph..."

"... I won't exactly tell him what had happened, but I'll ask him anyway," sighed Sam. "There might be some reason why Castiel didn't fall under the hypnosis." Dean nodded just slightly, before both of them accutely heard the rustling sound of their 'hostage' picking through the burgers.

"At least he's eating... you didn't have to go Mommy Dearest on him, you know," mumbled Dean.

"Better than you gnawing on him like a vampiric chew toy," said Sam, peeling back the bun and proceeded to scoop up the ketchup with his finger. Dean took a quick glance at his younger brother licking up the sauce and frowned, wondering how they were related to one another.

"Where can he sleep...?" he wondered.

"The couch, maybe."

"Great..." From having the first prey of the night as well as having a taste of Castiel's blood, he now felt full as he slurped up the last of the blood in the transfusion bag. He then looked behind the couch. The priest had his back turned, but he could hear him nibbling the meal like a timid mouse. It felt awkward that they have a human around now, but with his scent so close, it seemed to lessen the awkwardness. "...You think he might make a run for it once we go to sleep?"

"He wouldn't risk it, we know what he smells like," muttered Sam. "Plus, we're surrounded by the forest. He'd get lost before he could even see the nearest town."

"Well, we won't know unless he dares to try, that's for sure..." Getting to his feet, Dean walked toward the kitchen almost soundlessly. The blood needed to be refrigerated, and the fridge was practically right in front of the captive. As if sensing his presence, Castiel froze as Dean gathered up the bags. The fear was rolling off of him by his scent instantly, but the priest shouldn't worry about being bitten again.

Yet he stared right at his lap, afraid of making eye contact when the vampire walked past him and opened the fridge to stock his food. "Here, Sammy..." said Dean as he tossed one bag at his brother's head. But Sam caught it with ease, not bothering to turn his head to do so.

"I'll drink it later... Right now, let's wait and see like you said," he muttered.

"Man..." Dean glanced at the human and frowned. The constant fear was getting annoying to him, but being annoyed by a natural human reaction wouldn't fare much. "... You mind sleeping on the couch, Cas?" he asked the priest, who flinched at being addressed.

But he didn't answer, just staring at his lap as his hands holding the half-eaten burger shook. His silence was more than enough to make Dean irritated with a growl. "Great, I love the silence treatment I'm getting... Let's hope you won't ask for more food then," he huffed.

"Just leave him be, Dean. It's not worth bothering him," muttered Sam.

"Well, you're the one who gave him the veiled threat of other vamps willing to rip him apart if he doesn't comply," frowned Dean as he went back to the couch. Once he was left alone, Castiel breathed out in minor relief. Not even an hour since he woke up, yet the minutes ticked by ever so slowly, not showing any sign of time shifting as he glanced up. The small window above the sink was completely covered by a curtain, with no hint of the outside world. He looked around and noticed that all of the windows were cloaked with heavy curtains.

Vampires were thought to be weak against the sun, yet Dean was able to talk to him during daylight. He wasn't sure how do the monsters behind him process, except knowing that they feed on the blood of humans. He could hear them muttering to each other, obviously about him, and he frowned in disgust. There must be a way out of this.

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Scary... scary...

Glowing unnatural eyes... Grotesques sharp teeth...

Blood... so much blood...

The sight of the crying crucifx above him, yet unable to help...

"Ahh...!" Castiel gasped out of his restless sleep with a start, nearly tumbling out of the lumpy couch before he caught himself. His heart thumping harshly as his widened eyes darted around his surrounding. He remembered it now... He was being held here against his will by those demons. His chest ached from the panicked heartbeats as he looked around the first floor.

It was pretty dark, like the time he woke up last night. But he soon noticed a soft slivers of light around the edges of the curtains. It must be morning, Castiel realized, before looking at the staircase. The vampires must be asleep as expected, but he wasn't sure if he was heard after his startled wake-up call. He sat up, pushing away the spare bedsheet as he groaned.

He couldn't remember how he was able to fall back asleep, but he was sure that Sam was the one who laid him on the furniture and gave him the spare pillow and sheet. As much as he disliked it, but he rather had that taller vampire than Dean to even touch him. He was deceived by him, thinking that he needed help as it was the will of God. But he should have known how disregarding he was about his religion.

He waited in silence for a moment. He didn't hear anything from upstairs, so he slowly stood up. The closest window was near the television and he walked to it and pulled the curtains back. Castiel winced at first at the ray of filtered sunlight before blinking, only to gasp softly at what he saw. The window was really gated, with iron bars barred over it. Not only that, his eyes greeted with a wall of trees and bushes. What does this mean? Was this cabin really in the woods, obscured from civilization?

That would make sense, to bring their human victims here so no one would even know about their fate. Now that the light partially filled up the living room, Castiel glanced around before his eyes landed on the locked door.

"..." The priest inhaled quietly, looking at the staircase warily. He wasn't sure if the monster upstairs would be completely out, but he wouldn't know until he tries. His bare feet carefully padded on the wooden floor, freezing once or twice when he thought he heard a squeak. But nothing was stirring, so he continued, getting closer and closer to the door.

All of the bolts- some of them appeared advanced, were locked. Cold sweat was tingling over his skin, but Castiel couldn't shake off the anxiety as he stared at the door for a moment. He should do this, he must do this, as he reached for the top lock.

But at the same time, the bolt instantly unlocked itself. Castiel nearly jumped and stumbled back, before hearing all the bolts unlocking itself loudly and quickly. It was the same as last night when Sam did it. And it was Sam, opening the door and walking right in. Wearing sunglasses, the tall vampire glanced to see the startled priest and frowned in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to be awake so early..." he muttered.

"... Y-you went out...?" Castiel muttered weakly with widened eyes.

"Uh, yeah... I figure that you might need something besides cold burgers," he shrugged, holding up grocery bags in his hands. "It's interesting that the supermarket opens at six, the things you learn as a vampire..." Castiel barely had a chance to blink when Sam had already placed bags on the kitchen table then closed the door. "Let me guess... you were wondering whether or not you can slip out of here without us knowing, correct?" he asked very nonchalantly as he relocked, and the human instantly felt dread in his gut.

"I-I..."

"Just saying, Castiel... you wouldn't have a chance, even if you had tried," muttered Sam as he took off his sunglasses. "Dean and I know the scent of you blood, it's imprinted in our mind. We would know where exactly you are in these woods..." His explanation sounded matter-of-factly, but to Castiel it sounded exactly like a threat. He couldn't even escape if he tries. He frightfully watched him going back to the kitchen, with Sam letting out a silent yawn.

"So you would hunt me down...?" he questioned warily.

"No, we would just find you. You'd just die if you get lost in the woods," Sam pointed out. Castiel frowned at that, he just stood there while Sam took out the necessary foodstuff. "Just think it through, Castiel. If you want to get through with this, then I suggest that you don't do crazy shit around us. Unless you rather not be safe..." Castiel felt a lump in throat when he tried to swallow at that 'advice'. His fingers fiddled with the hem of the hooded sweatshirt as he observed how brisk his movements were.

Within the matter of several seconds, most of the food was put away, saved for the loaf of bread and cold cuts, before Sam took out a plate and a knife from the cupboard. "Geez, these hadn't been used since forever..." Sam muttered tiredly. He set aside the knife on the table to wash the plate in the sink, actually unaware of how Castiel was looking at the cutlery.

It was pointy and serrated, deep enough to pierce through the skin. His heartbeats were jumping out of anxiety but the vampire simply wasn't paying attention, possibly thinking that he was still scared. Hesitantly, he walked up to the table and sat down, taking the knife in his hands.

It was a sin to harm or kill a person... but this one was wasn't even a human, so it wouldn't matter. "I'm not sure how it'll turn out in the next few days, but I might find something about why you can't be compelled," muttered Sam as he finished rinsing out the plate.

"... What does that mean... 'compelled'?" Castiel asked quietly.

"It's like hypnosis, only a certain type of vampires can do that," he replied. "Me and Dean are capable of such a thing... but you couldn't be compelled by either of us, and it's rather weird to believe it."

"I... see..."

"Don't worry about it, Castiel, compelling is generally harmless on the humans-" Sam nodded as he turned to him, only to find himself grabbing the knife blade the instant the priest slashed at him. Castiel gasped sharply in shock as his widened eyes stared at the tall vampire. If he was in any pain, Sam didn't show it, but he frowned in discomfort before his hazel-green eyes glowed. "... Seriously?" he muttered through gritted teeth.

Castiel felt his heart stop out of horror. The thought of being ripped to bloody shreds rattled in his mind, as Sam gripped his wrist. "Let go..." he growled lowly and he hastily did so. He was much too frightened to even notice the dark red blood dripping through the man's knuckles. "Shit... I just warned you about making trouble of yourself," he hissed as he looked at his wounded palm.

"I-I... I..." Castiel couldn't get the sound out of his constricted throat, petrified of any repercussion he would get from these monsters.

"... The fuck just happened?" The human startled by the alarmed growl behind him before Dean appeared suddenly beside his brother. "Sam-"

"It's nothing, Dean," frowned Sam, staring down his irritated sibling. But Dean's tired eyes were glowing at the minor injury and growled, before glaring at the terrified human.

"The fuck, Cas?" he growled. "Not even twelve hours passed and you tried to gank my brother...?"

"Dean, it's all right," frowned Sam. "It's understandable that he's still scared-"

"But he hurt you," he growled lowly. "Who knows what could happen to you-"

"Dean...! I am fine, I got it under control," huffed Sam. "Look, the wound is superficial, it's not like he stabbed me in the heart." He went back to the sink to wash away the blood but Dean was still irritated as he scratched through his hair.

"I can't fucking believe it..." he sighed, before looking at the priest who was hunched over his lap. The scent of fear from him was overflowing, as he shuddered to the point that the older vampire could hear him snifling. "C-Cas..." he sighed, the angry glow went out now that he felt bad for the human. "Cas, I'm not angry, okay? I just didn't expect you to cut Sam."

"..." Castiel inhaled shakily, he could feel the tears stinging in his clenched eyes. They were right... he attempted to harm one of them, and now...

"... Let's leave him be, Dean. There's nothing we can do about it," muttered Sam.

"Tch... Does the cut hurt, Sammy?" sighed Dean.

"It'll heal in a little while," Sam replied. "Right now, I'm just tired..." Castiel didn't hear them walking but suddenly the soft sound of television came on. "... Come on, Dean. He's not going to do anything all day."

"I know, but... If Cas were to do that again-"

"He won't. I'm really fine..." sighed Sam. "I doubt he'll do it again if he truly values his life..." After that, Castiel heard nothing else from the two after a while. But he was far too scared to move, not even to look up. There was no way that he could ever leave here. He felt sick, wanting to throw up, but he just hunched over and bit his bottom lip to hold back his bubbled up sobs.

Meanwhile, Dean breathed calmly as he and Sam sat on his bed. The glow in his green-gold eyes were subtle in the dark bedroom as he groaned, taking in the sharp pain in his wrist. "Sammy, you bitch... I thought you said you were fine," he growled softly, staring at his little brother who was sucking up his blood. Sam glanced at him almost apologetically but continued to drink. "... You didn't drink much last night. Did you even bother to catch some woodland critters when you went out?"

"... Sorry..." Sam mumbled after letting go of the small wound.

"No, it's my fault, you have to clean up my shit as usual," rumbled Dean. "It's only fair that you feed on me..."

"I only do it when you insist on it... I told you that I was fine, the cut was very shallow," he muttered. His tongue lapped up the oozing blood until the wound was cleaned, before licking his lips with a satisfied growl. "... It wasn't Castiel's fault, if you're thinking about it," he sighed and his brother agreed with a shrug.

"He's a flight risk for the moment but I also doubt that he'll calm down within a week," he muttered. "I took him from his hometown and had him holed up in our cabin. Of course he'd act like that. It's like we're that fat chick from Misery to his James Caan when we tried to treat him nice."

"That's a stupid reference..."

"I know."

"Whatever, Dean... Let's just sleep it off, and then I'll call up Bobby later tonight," nodded Sam as he stood up. "No doubt he'll curse your stupid ass off if I tell the truth."

"Please don't, I'd rather be staked and laid out in the sun than be scolded by him," frowned Dean and his brother smiled at that.

"Don't worry, I won't," he assured, leaving his room. Dean sighed and looked at the wound on his wrist, it was already healing fast. Yawning deeply with his fangs threatening to come out, he laid down on his back and took off his jeans since he had forgotten to do so last night.

"Shit..." He plopped an arm over his closed eyes and scratched just underneath the hem of his boxers. He could still hear him... the priest was mumbling tearfully in broken prayers. The fearful scent even wafted up to here, and he frowned tiredly. He didn't like this, and he didn't want this to happen either. Maybe he really was in the wrong of wanting him. But his blood tasted so good, so pure it was close to addiction.

But for now, he didn't want to traumatize him any further than he already had.

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Castiel drank nothing but water and that was it. He felt like he couldn't eat without a fear of throwing up, as he gazed listlessly at the rambling television. He had rarely watched TV, seeing it as a pointless necessity to have when working for the Lord. But there was nothing much he could do but sit there and watch the news- mostly full of politics and world events.

Nothing was mentioned about him being missing, however. He sadly wondered how long will it take until the parishioners notice his absence by- Wait, the day after tomorrow is Sunday, he realized in surprise. Of course by then someone would know. He zoned out the repetitive noises of the TV as he glanced at the staircase. He didn't dare to go up to the second floor, even though he was having the urge to go to the bathroom.

He glanced back at the television, distracting himself when he touched his bandaged neck. The pain was mostly gone but the cause of it was seared in his mind, seeing Dean's charming smile morphing into a snarling sneer at a drop of a hat.

His eyes ached from crying this morning, muttering out verses he could remember from the bible, hoping for some protection from his god. But his thoughts were interrupted by the muffled sound of spraying water. One of his captors was showering, he noticed and he glanced at the window across from him. The sunlight was getting dimmer, meaning that it was close to evening. They would know that he had just sat here on the couch, unable to eat the food they gave him. Would he be punished for that? His need to eat can produce blood, something they would want from him.

While worrying in his mind, he could hear the water turning off but nothing else after that. Castiel could feel his heart beating faster again as he glanced over the couch and waited. He didn't want to be caught off-guard so easily. After a few minutes, he saw Sam walking down the stairs nearly soundlessly and going to the kitchen. The tall vampire obviously just came out of the shower with his hair wet from the water and sporting only a navy-blue sweatpants.

But Sam didn't pay attention to Castiel, his back was turned as he opened the fridge to get some blood. He turned around, his eyes gazed at the package of cold cuts left out on the table but still he didn't look at the priest. But Castiel watched warily, noticing the strange tattoo over the left pectoral.

He couldn't tell but it appeared like a pentagram encircled by a ring of black fire. It almost looked satanic but kept his mouth shut as he looked away and huddled behind the leather cushions. He suspected that Sam might be mad for that attempted attack but that vampire's face was unreadable. Aside from the TV, the only sound he heard from him was the subtle sipping from the blood bag. It was getting too hard to ignore now...

"... You wish to punish me now?" he hesitantly asked in a quiet voice. His question earned him a startled cough from Sam, and Castiel frowned almost in confusion. Was it a mockery on him or something...?

"Uh- For what...? You only scratched my hand," Sam answered awkwardly.

"I... I did a horrible thing. I expected to be harmed by you since you're a demon-"

"I'm not a demon, Castiel, all right?" sighed Sam. "And no, I don't want to harm you. It was an understandable action in which I, unfortunately, had to pay the price."

"But..."

"But nothing... my hand's already healed up after a good sleep. There's nothing for you to be afraid of, Castiel." Castiel said nothing else to reply that. But he squirmed in his seat as he felt the ache in his full bladder. He didn't wish to bother Sam about it, but the vampire let out a slightly exasperated sigh. "If you need to piss, you don't need my permission or Dean's to go to the bathroom," he pointed out and the priest flinched at that.

"S-sorry..." he muttered.

"Right, just go or whatever..." Sam shrugged. Castiel warily nodded and got off the couch. Sam seemed preoccupied with his meal to watch him going upstairs, but he was still apprehensive. He glanced down the dark hallway- two doors on one side and one on the other with an additional one at the end. He couldn't remember which bedroom door was Dean's but he didn't want to think of it and went straight into the bathroom.

He felt a little better after relieving himself, but his pallor was still the same as last night when he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Maybe because he didn't eat anything at all today. After washing his hands, he left the bathroom and glanced at the hallway again. He suddenly noticed that there was a slightly opened door, a second one to his right. Maybe that was Dean's bedroom, before he walked carefully downstairs.

Sure enough, the other vampire was in the kitchen, his green eyes transfixed lazily at the ceiling as he sat by the table. Like Sam, he didn't pay attention to him but his brother nudged him on the shoulder and muttered something to him. "... Ugh, get off my ass, Sammy," grumbled Dean.

"Dean..." frowned Sam. The older brother grumbled, before taking a fleeting glance at Castiel who was standing nervously by the landing. "Do you really want me to tell Bobby about the kidnapped priest or come up with a lie?"

"Fuck, either way he's gonna kick my ass," scoffed Dean. "Then he'll kick yours for not stopping me."

"I would've, if I had known..." he shrugged. Not wanting to be the center of the subject once again, Castiel cautiously wandered for the couch. "You don't want dinner, Castiel...?" Sam asked him and he froze.

"He hadn't eaten?"

"The bologne had been sitting in the same spot for hours, I've noticed that," Sam answered Dean. But I'm not sure if he's starving himself on purpose."

"Hm, like I said- James Caan," he clicked his tongue at Castiel, who was still afraid to glance at the two. "Next thing you know, we'll break his ankles with a sledgehammer and feed him expired painkillers."

"Why would vampires need a sledgehammer?"

"You don't know my life," joked Dean with a small smirk when he looked at Sam. But Sam only frowned in disapproval before going to the fridge. "Hey... I just realized that he might need some clothes of his own. Maybe some spare underwears."

"Later... But first things first," he sighed, tossing the transfusion bag at his older brother who caught it instantly. He then took out one of the leftover burgers, not really sure what to do with it as he calmly walked up to the couch. He didn't get close to Castiel but left the food on the furniture then stepped away. "Bobby should be at home at the moment, right?"

"Maybe, when the last time we talked to him?" Dean shrugged.

"Just two weeks ago, jerk..." frowned Sam, sitting across from him. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and rapidly dialed the number. The vampires didn't have to wait two rings before someone picked up.

"Hello..." answered a grumpy voice of a middle-aged man.

"Hey, Bobby," greeted Sam.

"Oh geez... What did Dean do now?" came an instant disgruntled scoff, and Dean frowned at that. "I swear, that boy can't lead an army of fangers without tripping on his own two feet-"

"He does realize that I can hear him, right?" huffed Dean. "It's not even on fucking speaker..."

"W-wait, Bobby, it's not what you think," Sam grinned nervously.

"Was Dean involved in this?" asked the man.

"Uhh... sort of..."

"And what was that? For a freaking pureblood, it's like he is asking for a paddling every time he screws up."

"Oh my- I didn't do anything wrong, Bobby..." groaned Dean but his little brother put up a wry smile.

"It's not that he messed up, Bobby... but something strange happened to him last night," he said. "We were just wondering if you know anything about it. If it had happened before."

"Hm, what's that?"

"Well..." Sam muttered, glancing at Castiel but he wasn't standing anymore. Apparently, the human hid in the couch, not wanting to be seen. "Dean tried to compel a guy, staring straight into his eyes. But..."

"Yeah?"

"The guy wasn't affected, at all," he answered, hearing a surprised grunt.

"How's that possible?" questioned Bobby.

"That's why we called you, Bobby," nodded Sam. "You must have something among your books. If it's possible that there are humans that couldn't be compelled..."

"Jesus Christ, this is something... What happened to that guy? Dean attacked him or something?" he asked, and Sam smiled awkwardly as he glanced at Dean who grumbled at that.

"Nope... Dean ran off before the guy got a good look at him," he answered straightfowardly. It seemed that Bobby took the lie fairly well with a simple grunt.

"This is something, all right," he mumbled. "With so many folklores and myths about vampires, there's gotta be a hint of truth about that situation. But I'll find something out, Sam."

"Yeah, thanks a lot, Bobby," smiled Sam.

"And you better tell your idjit of a brother to stop stalking around like he's some goddamn creeper...! I heard about those missing girls over there, and I'ma kick his ass if he does it again!" Sam snorted out a barely concealed chuckle while Dean made an annoyed whine.

"I'll keep that in mind, Bobby," he grinned. "Talk to you later..." Hanging up his phone, he chuckled again much to the other vampire's utter annoyance.

"I knew he was gonna chew my ass over it...!" huffed Dean.

"You have yourself to blame, Dean, just like you said," smiled Sam but his expression sobered up as he glanced at the couch. "Bobby's research may take a few days, or maybe... a few weeks," he added quietly with uncertainty. "Which means that Castiel might have to stay with us longer."

"Peachy..." Dean scoffed, finally starting to drink the blood.

"Uh-huh, about as peachy as your idea of feeding on an off-limit human," shrugged Sam before getting up. "Since you're on a self-imposed lockdown, I'm gonna run an errand for our 'guest'. Just... keep it to yourself for a while. Don't scare him enough as you already have."

"But I won't do anything as long as I got my beer and blood bags," he argued.

"If you say so..." Sam disappeared for upstairs, while Dean sipped his liquid meal. When drinking blood this way, his eyes rarely glowed. It usually because it took out the instinctive joy of feeding off live animals or humans for that matter. Barely three minutes had went by before Sam came back down fully clothed. "You'll be on your best behavior, Dean?" he asked.

"Yes, Mom..." grumbled Dean. Sam sighed but he left the cabin within a second, followed by a quick sounds of bolts relocking. The only thing left to hear was the informative sounds from the television. But Dean could hear the shuddering breath from Castiel, and the scent of fear increased again. This was getting ridiculous. He wanted to get this over with but this human was making things difficult. Finishing up the bag, he sighed deeply and got up.

He wanted to watch TV but the human was right there. But there must be a way to approach this, as he cleared his throat. "Um, Cas...?" he muttered, hearing Castiel's breathing hitched in fright. "I was just wondering... if, um, I can watch some TV for a while," he suggested. "You know, until Sam comes back..."

"..."

"So, is that a yes or a no?" Dean asked. Castiel didn't reply to him. As a matter of fact, he had been talking to Sam this whole time albeit with fearful anxiety and the whole slashing incident. That annoyed him, but he shook it off as he carefully walked up to the couch. "Cas, answer me..." he requested.

"... Wh-what good would it do...?" mumbled Castiel, mildly surprising Dean. "I am your hostage, after all..."

"I didn't wanna take you as a hostage, quite honestly," he frowned. "I thought I would just muddle up your mind after drinking your blood..."

"... That doesn't make me feel better... You took advantage of my good will and destroyed my faith..." he muttered somberly. "You think... making nice to me after what you've done... would make it up...?" At that, Dean frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. Guess he wasn't the most subtle of even the most social vampires, not that he could help it.

"It's not like I really wanted to hurt you-"

"You did... you are nothing but a spawn of the Devil, bound to taint the souls of the innocence," Castiel cut him off, his anxious voice becoming bolder yet he stared ahead at the TV. "You mentioned that you don't believe in faith, thinking that God doesn't truly exist... Only a demon would dare to say such a thing..."

"Uh, you do realize that some humans are Atheists, right?"

"Their souls can be saved, not yours... If God can find a way to get me out of this, I'd be glad to be rid of you," he frowned deeply. Dean just frowned. Despite of his pure-tasting blood, he was starting to see why priests were off-limits. With a deep huff, he paced around the furniture and plopped himself down. Now Castiel looked at him in surprise, but then it shifted into a renewed glare as Dean frowned back at him.

"You know, Cas, I do wanna act nice. I am trying to," he pointed out. "But remember what Sam said to you... You don't wanna piss us off on purpose just because you're Mister Holy Roller."

"... Don't address me as if we're friends," frowned Castiel with his blue eyes narrowed at the vampire. "I truly thought I was doing God's work when I found you injured, and you repaid me with bloodlust. Are you happy with yourself for doing such a thing...?"

"... I wasn't lying when I wanted to thank you for helping me that night, Cas," Dean muttered but the priest shook his head. "I wouldn't joke about that, I really was in deep shit and you helped me even though I didn't need it. You did a good deed, and that's just it, just because you're a fucking priest. It's true that I'm a 'monster' who craved blood but I've never killed anyone in order to drink it."

"Really now... You left me alive so it would make sense..." he muttered rather bitterly. "It would only make sense to do so since you can keep taking my blood..."

"Is that right...?" frowned Dean, his voice coming out as a low growl.

"Of course it's right, you monster-" Two seconds later, Castiel found himself being pinned down into the couch cushions, with the vampire holding down his arms firmly. As much as he felt fear rising up in him, he boldly glared at the glowing green-gold eyes as breathed heavily. "... Do what you will, I know that God will save me while He strikes you down when the time comes..." he muttered lowly.

"You know... I liked you better when you were an awkward little priest, Padre," growled Dean. "To act like this, you think you have the balls against someone like me. But I do know one thing... I'm pretty much cute and cuddly compare to my baby brother. There was a reason why I was alarmed when I smelled his blood this morning."

"What are you saying...?"

"He may be doing everybody here a favor and acting like Mother Superior... but if you dare to piss him off, there's no guarantee that you will come out without a scratch..." he growled. Castiel frowned in disbelief. In a way, Sam had been acting nice and careful around him. Yet seeing how Dean acted over a shallow cut was alarming, how he was overreacting while the taller one kept insisting that he was okay.

"... Is he worse than you...?" he muttered warily.

"... It's better that you don't find out soon, Cas," frowned Dean. "If anything, you'd be glad if I can protect you from one of his little temper tantrums. That's why he warned you of not doing anything rash, yet you practically shanked him this morning." Seeing his expression darkened, Castiel felt his heartbeats going faster. He wasn't sure who he should be afraid of more now, yet it didn't mean that he felt better after everything Dean had put him through.

"Now's that settled, you'll be on your best behavior...?" huffed Dean. "Or do we have to take a little stroll down Stephen King's memory lane and reenact on one of my favorite scenes in Misery...?"

"... Fine..." Castiel relented. The next thing he knew, Dean let go of him and sat back, relaxing into the cushions as he flipped the remote in his hand. It was as if he didn't threaten the priest a moment ago, as Castiel felt his heart beating fast again. Even the dull pain in his neck was aching once more. But still, he must find something to escape from them.

For now... he should act as rationally as possible, staring thoughtfully at his lap while his kidnapper flipped through the channels before stopping with a content grunt. "Damn, I missed the first three minutes of Dr. Sexy... hope I didn't miss too much of it," he sighed.

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