Intentional Colors
Summary: Dean couldn't think about what had lead him up to this point in his life. Nothing made sense for him. Sharper scents and sounds are just some of the few abnormalities that had popped up. Cravings he didn't understand along with massive headaches. Dean's life changes forever when he meets Garth and he got used to it, but then he meets someone that he can't get used to. Vampire!Dean/Human!Castiel SPN!Universe
Warning: Cursing. Violence. Horror (of course). Male x male. (Don't worry. I'm not going to have anything to do with rape and/or forceful sexual situations. If you are looking for that, please turn away. This fic is going to be a very loving and feeling type story.) Slow!Build love. Future sex scenes. Slight OOC. Slight AU. Well. Same universe but different time-liney thing. So, yeah. And Cas is finally here and the love and romance shall begin to develop! SO ALL THE HOMO GUYS.
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long for me to get out! I'm truly, very sorry. Life happens. This fic looks like it is going to be really long... I'm really happy to be putting this out because they (Dean and Cas) won't leave my brain! I have had this stuck in my brain and typing for hours on end at night where my imagination comes to life. Going to bed at 7am isn't that bad... Derp. My health is plummeting but I'm having fun doing it! Yurp. Cas baby is here in this chapter so the Destiel will start rolling and stuff. Also, I'm not sure I'm going to keep Garth as a chapter regular.
ALSO! I changed something due to where this fic is heading sooooo yeaaaaaah. You guys will find out. ;3
Chapter 2: Nothing Against Meyer
The side of Dean's lip started twitching up as he gazed around his new room, swinging up on his toes a bit. The master bed was towards the back with yet another white cover protecting it from the natural elements. Two nightstands were along either side of the bed and a rug was rolled up just in front of it. Curious, Dean walked around to the side of the rug with hands in his pockets and gave the rug a push with his foot. It rolled out to exposed a quite fluffy, circular rug that was a shade of light pink. Dean's stomach dropped as he quickly removed the bed's cover. He internally let out a sigh when he discovered the bed was a normal tone of light navy blue. Dean couldn't help but think it was a strange combination for a bedroom design. Dean shrugged and turned to the two doors adjacent to the bed and discovered the master bath and a semi-walk-in closet. He nodded towards both of them before hearing a downstairs door open. Dean walked out the room and continued to the other door and found the other bedroom.
At the end of the hall was the study and storage combination Garth mentioned. Satisfied, Dean turned and made an instant jerk back.
"Damn it, Garth." Dean cursed the lanky man peaking around his shoulder to see what was in the room behind him. Dean's voice was deeper than usual with clenched teeth. "Don't do that. You about killed me."
"Oh. Sorry, Dean. Just checking what's all up here." He said turning around and heading back down stairs. Dean flicked his eyes towards the ceiling almost sullenly as he headed to grab the rest of the covers that lay on or about the furniture upstairs.
Dean shook off his earlier surprise with use of shaking the flimsy covers. The dust fluttered to the ground with great amounts that didn't really bother Dean. Nothing dirty really bothered him anymore after messing with cars for most his life. Nothing is worse to Dean than a accidental face-full of rust and dirt when cleaning out the underneath of an old truck. Aged, dirty automobiles of any kind has made Dean immune to most unlikable things.
After the dust settled on the ground, Dean frowned. He probably should have done this outside and not in the middle of the hall. He shrugs and doesn't bother to worry for he will just clean it up later. Dean makes a check in his head to remind himself to be more aware of stuff like that so he won't have to bother with it later. He nods to himself and heads on downstairs to put the covers nicely in a closet, making sure that they take up as little space as possible with neat folds. He hears Garth's uncoordinated gait descending the stairs as Dean manages the closets newest content.
Checking it once more before closing the closet for good, Dean heads into the kitchen rubbing his head in slight discomfort from an annoying pressure behind his eyes. Dean ignores it as it seemed to go away as quickly as it came. Looking around, he knows everything that has a horizontal surface is probably coated with a nice layer of dust and dirt. He finds the kitchen is at least updated to at least the early Twenty-First Century, thankfully. Dean deems it has a fairly nice sink with a disposal system and an 'okay' looking refrigerator. With a sarcastic frown in place, Dean opens the fridge and sticks his head in to see what the temperature is. He could feel its coolness but it wasn't significant yet. Dean thought it still needed time to get to the optimum temperature of most refrigerators. But he immediately reopened the closed door of the unwieldy cooling machine as soon as he thought of something else. He lifts an eyebrow when he notices Garth coming into the kitchen with his previous writing pad, taping a pen on it.
Garth seems to catch on pretty quickly to Dean's now obvious dejected-ness at a vital missing component within the fridge. Food.
"Yeah, we are going to have to get some appliances for the house if we want to live here," Garth said with a quick glance into the empty refrigerator. Dean about sighed as he closed the door and headed over to the nice sized pantry. Garth headed over with him and they both peered inside, looking at the available 'non-spoil' foods.
Many can were stack upon each other in several rows that probably reached all the way to the back of the pantry. Everything was fine and seemed well preserved. Dean even saw some dog-food for if some hunters had dogs, he assumed. Huh.
"So, supply run. Gotcha." Dean nodded to himself absent mindedly. "When do we head out?"
"Whenever I want I guess." Garth said looking at Dean pointedly. Dean pinched his eyes a bit before getting what his lanky friend was saying. And Dean wasn't pleased.
"Garth, no, c'mon man. You can't let me not go. I have a right to choose my own groceries." Dean said rubbing his mouth and chin, scratching lightly. He didn't think he was going to win this easily. Or at all, for a matter of fact. He was still going to try.
"You can text them to me." Garth said patting his butt where his phone was held. Then something clicked for Dean.
"Well, we seemed to have forgotten to pick up my handy-dandy phone on the way over here. And I'm not going to let you choose my phone. Plus, I feel fine, damn it. I know we have to be careful but I'm tired of being cooped up. I haven't even vamped out for two months. I'm pretty sure I'll be good for one night of food shopping." Dean looked hard at Garth trying to persuade him. Dean knew he was going to be cooped up for a long time before they figured everything out about Dean they could find. Probably more tests were going to be thrown at him as Garth settles in to start more research. It was going to be such a bitch to work with.
"Dean, don't make me tranquilize you. I will, you hear?" Garth crossed his arms and swung his head like he was scolding a kid. If Garth didn't let him go he was going to start insulting his damn nose.
Dean huffed in anger. "Garth, I'm going whether you want me to or not." Dean replied swinging his arms out to the sides.
"Guess I'm gonna have to say 'hello to my little friend'," the guy turned and started walking towards his weapons' bag. Dean sneered and felt the urge to punch his acquaintance. He obviously didn't but he wasn't happy. At all. No more Mr. Nice Dean for Garth now.
"Fine, dick!" With a glare towards the ceiling, Dean grabbed his own bags and marched to the stairs.
"Dean, I'll grab the phone first and come back to give it to you before I go to the store. I'll go as fast as the Flash." Dean could hear the front door open before Garth called out, "make a list of what you want from the market in the mean time!"
Dean brushed off a reply and headed up to make a home of what he had in his bags.
Quite contrary to what Garth said, the guy was gone for a little over an hour. Dean was so bored. It took him probably less than ten minutes to put up all his items. Personal items went into the bed's side table's drawer. His bathroom supplies bag just thrown onto the sink's counter. And he just left the rest in his duffle bags. The house was feeling less stuffy and old from the AC working its magic. There was no T.V. but there was a semi-modern radio that got a fairly good signal to some good stations. Dean turned it on just to have some background noise while he dusted surfaces with one of Garth's shirts. He didn't care if he ruined it. In his eyes, Garth deserved it for keeping Dean cooped up all the time.
Garth walked in when Dean had moved onto the kitchen counters. Spooked and shocked, Dean hid the dirty shirt behind his back and smiled nervously as Garth walked in.
"H-heya, pal." Dean greeted rubbing absently at the shirt behind his back.
Garth didn't even look at Dean as he set a heavy looking Vonage bag on the counter. He greeted Dean as he tipped the bags contents out and Dean was taken aback. Forgetting all about the shirt, he set it on the counter and walked over to Garth where he stifled through its many items.
Several phones, chargers, and cords were mixed and mingled in one disastrous pile. Why the hell did they need all that?!
"Um, Garth? What the hell is all this?" Dean exclaimed rather loudly, gesturing towards the stuff with an angry finger.
Garth sighed. Without turning to Dean he said, "Supplies, Dean. Specifically, your new phone." Garth said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, no, buddy. You have like, ten phones, man. Those can't all be for me." Dean put his hip against the counter watching Garth sort and line up all the cords and cellular devices.
"They aren't," he side-glanced the Winchester. "Since I was compromised in Palo Alto by someone bringing me to a hospital and having my stuff being taken away, I need new phones to contact my fellow Hunters. Thank golly I still have my one phone." He grumbled, pulling out yet another cell phone from a pocket. "I'm glad I haven't lost my contacts."
Dean gave a doubtful look. "Why do you even need that many phones?"
"It's a long explanation. The short version? Hunter's pre-caution."
"Can I have the long version?"
"No. You'll find out sooner or later."
Well, wasn't he just being a stick up Dean's ass. Dean just wanted to know more about what the hell was going on. He was so left out of everything. What was anything anymore? He just didn't know but he wanted to. He wanted to know what was going on. And, damn it to hell, he wanted answers. He left his family, his job, his whole life! Dean felt like he was being treated like a child. Secrets being kept, information being withheld. He literally had no clue as to what was going on. Or even why they were here in this bum-fuck-all town! Sure, Dean had agreed to go- mostly just because he wanted to get away from Palo Alto and Sam- on the spur of the moment, but now he wanted to know why. Dean was going to get answers.
"Why are we here?" Dean asked a bit coldly. Garth turned at that.
"Huh?"
"Why are we here, Garth. In goddamn Etna, freaking California." He interrupted Garth before he could say anything. "No, I want the truth or I'm walking out the door. And don't even think of grabbing the tranquilizer." He gave Garth his most serious look. He wasn't joking around right now and he didn't want some half-assed answer.
Garth was quite for a moment before he turned to look at Dean with a serious face. Or, as serious as Garth could pull off.
"A Hunter gave us this place to be safe at. Hunters have lots of connections and know a lot of abandoned houses, cabins, lodges, you name it. They are locations in which we go to for hunts. Well, hunts that are close to where ever it is we decide to hold up in. We are here at this place because there are no hunts near, or around here. Haven't been any for a couple years.
"I've made contact with a Hunter that could help us. He goes by the name Gordon Walker. He is well versed in vampires for he specializes in hunting them." Garth looks away before continuing. "This is one of his safe locations he has. He is off on a hunt in Wyoming and probably won't be done for about two weeks. He wants us to bunker down here before he can come back and help us with whatever is going on with you."
With all of that, Dean is actually surprised Garth let out so much information. The guy gained a little respect back from Dean for that.
Dean is starting to think Hunter's are like supernatural scientists or something, the way Garth puts it. Studying Dean and whatever kind of phenomenon he is. Even getting other hunters to help out. It felt like something out of a sci-fi spy movie or something. There was this whole community of people who keep people safe by fighting the monsters that haunt the night. Even specialists who kills Edward Cullen for a living. This is so unreal, he kind of doesn't want to believe it. Even though Dean is living proof it's all true.
"O-okay. Thanks, Garth..." Dean says in reply, still a little taken aback.
Garth seemed to dismiss it and turned back to sorting. Once he was finished, Dean saw that there weren't ten cell phones, only 6, not including Garth's pre-existing one.
"Did you finish the list of items you want from the store?" Garth asked Dean, pulling him out of his daze. Dean nodded and handed him a folded piece of paper. "Tubular." He said before turning and taking several of the phones to the table.
Garth spread out the phones, putting two alone and the rest in another group.
"Dean, you will have these two." Dean walks over to Garth and looks down at the two phones as they turn on with little noises. "You are to always have one on your person and, hopefully, the other nearby in a safe place at all times. I'm going to input my number and a couple other numbers of Hunter's, just in case." Garth starts typing away at one of Dean's flip-phones, and does the same to the other. He moves and hands them to Dean with a sloppy smile.
Turning the phones around in his hands, Dean utters sarcastically, "Isn't this just too cool."
"I'm going to go to the store now," Garth ignoring Dean, stands up. "Call me if anything happens. Anything, Dean." There goes the lanky guy's seriousness. "If you see a dog, or even if you break a chair or anything. Let me know." He huffs happily. "I'm going to go meet the town's people!"
"Love you too, honey. Bring me back flowers." Dean responds, mockery lining every word. Dean watches the door shut and hears Baby start up. He let Garth know a while ago what would happen if he did anything to Baby that wasn't driving carefully. Let's just say it had to do with a dull knife and missing organs.
Dean turned away to shuffle around the house looking for something to do. He decided on cleaning and touching up the house the best he could.
It had been around thirty minutes since Garth had gone before he started feeling odd. Dean couldn't really explain it. It was like a tickle in his veins or something. It was an indescribable and it made Dean pause and just stare at nothing for a while. Blinking owlishly at nothing, he tried to think up of something that it related to. He dropped the broom and just stood there before something came to him.
It was like the feeling of being scared from the illusion of being watched. It's like Dean could feel eyes on him where there were none, obviously. He was on the second floor of the house. But it wasn't quite that either. It was just a feeling. Like in the back of his mind, he could feel it. That little prick of fear or terror.
Dean was beginning to be creped out. This wasn't a pleasant feeling. It ran invisible shivers up his body, making his limbs tingle in a numbing way. What the hell was going on? Then a knock resounded from downstairs and the feeling was gone. Dean stood there for a while trying to decipher what had just happened but snapped out of it when another series of knocks came.
Dean walked calmly down the stairs wondering who would be here at this time. The sun was dipping and would be gone in another couple minutes or so. He shrugged to himself before walking up to the door. There was no peer hole so he contemplated for a second before just winging it and opening the door.
There stood a man, Dean's height, in a beige trench-coat looking quite speculative as he observed Dean. And that's when the feeling from earlier came back ten-fold. Dean didn't even get to examine the other guy because everything suddenly jumped into fifth gear.
Sorry for the big cliff hanger! I just want to have a big next chapter. Hold your belts up, cubs. I actually have no idea what I just said there. Let me know what you guys think so far! :)