December 1935.

After meeting Dean for the very first time on the 29th November, Castiel went back to that bar every night and ordered the same. Dean looked up when he walked in shaking snow out of his hair and dropping down into his usual seat.

"Back again?" Dean teased pushing the whiskey towards him. Castiel stared into his eyes giving one nod and sipped it gently.

"I think we both know why"

"Five days, five days of questioning me, prodding me about my family, my life, my friends, and everything from the teddy bear I still have in my room" Dean said leaning on the bar. Castiel smirked gently leaning forward.

"Your point is?"

"I know nothing about you"

"What would you like to know?"

Dean looked up at the clock and held up one finger. "I finish in fifteen minutes, wait here until I'm done"

"Of course" Castiel murmured watching him walk away. Castiel knew he was different and he knew it from the moment he had laid eyes on him. In the past five days, Castiel had learnt that Dean lived with little sister and mother in a small two bedroomed house and after leaving high school he was automatically placed here on low wages, he had little friends after high school and mainly kept to himself, he had never had a serious girlfriend only a serious of secret flings with men and women alike.

Castiel raked his eyes over the back of Dean admiring his physique and liked everything from his small smile that lit his eyes right up, the deep chuckle he let out when he was amused and the way he talked like he had no care in the world. He had never felt this way about anyone before in all these years that had passed and it was in the form of one simple man his feelings were taking a questioning.

Dean finished and pulled on his coat circling the bar and leaning against it.

"Can we leave?"

Castiel dropped the glass down and nodded taking the lead and strolling out of the bar. Dean followed after shoving his hands deep into his pockets as they headed out into the snow braving the cold.

"My sister is out; she's with her friends and my mom works nights…we can go to my house"

Castiel looked over to him and smiled with a nod as they walked in silence towards Dean's home.

"Are you going to tell me about yourself?"

"What would you like to know?"

"How old are you? I don't even know that"

Castiel pressed his lips together staring forward. "Twenty five"

"Okay, who are you family?"

"Gabriel, Michael, and Anna"

"Your parents?"

"Dead"

Dean swallowed guiltily looking down at the snow covered pavement. "I apologize"

"For my parents being dead?"

"For asking when it was none of my business"

Castiel chuckled low shaking his head and pressing on till they reached the cul-de-sac.

"It's small but…"

"Are you going to let me in?"

Dean blinked and nodded opening the door and stepping aside. Castiel stepped inside the hallway and looked at the photo across from him to the picture of a brown haired woman cradling a small baby girl in her arms with a doting smaller Dean at her side. Castiel moved forward looking at the contents of the home and sensing the feeling of "home" inside and knew it was not much but it mattered to Dean.

"Like I said, it is nothing much and I know you may have a grand house but…" Dean said and trailed off when Castiel appeared in front of him suddenly gripping his chin and pulling him into an abrupt kiss. Dean gasped when he pulled away staring at him with smouldering blue eyes.

"I know you haven't brought me here to…talk" he murmured and smiled in satisfaction when Dean groaned shoving him back till he hit the wall. Castiel moaned pulling his mouth towards him devouring it with his own and had to admit to himself this was a first, he usually took control. Dean stared into his eyes before slipping down to his knees, Castiel licked his bottom lip spreading his legs wide and closing his eyes letting his head fall back against the frail wall. Dean unzipped him pushing down the pants till they dropped to his ankles and pressed his mouth over the hard cock soaking the material.

"Dean" Castiel growled gripping his hands into his hair pulling roughly. Dean hissed at the pain and pleasure of having his hair pulled and reached his hands up to slide the underwear down and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before him. Wrapping his mouth around the head, Dean sucked him hard tasting the pre-come settle on his tongue. Castiel moaned bucking his hips spreading his legs wider and scraping his nails into his scalp.

Dean bobbed his head taking him fully him into his mouth.

"You've done this before" Castiel gasped out with a heartfelt moan when he deep throated his cock down and hummed around it. "Oh you whore"

Dean moaned pressing a hand against his own cock when he pulled his hair hard and thrust his cock into his mouth pressing against the gag reflex. Dean gagged pulling away for a moment before resuming and trailing his tongue down the underside and back up sucking gently on the slit. Castiel moaned bowing his head pushing his head forward climaxing deep into his mouth flooding his mouth with his come. Dean took every last drop and turned his head spitting the fluid into his mother's flower pot.

Castiel gripped him pulling him up and kissing him full on the mouth.

"Bedroom?" Dean whispered and gasped when Castiel kicked off his shoes stepping out of his pants and shoving him backwards. Dean looked back to his bedroom and let out a gasp of surprise when he shoved him inside and onto the bed, he spread out staring up at Castiel who shrugged off his jacket and tossed his shirt to the side. Dean stared at him open mouthed in all his naked glory.

"Oh my god…" he murmured and moaned when Castiel beckoned his finger to him inviting him to stand up.

"Strip, Dean"

"What?"

"You heard my words" he whispered with narrowed eyes.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and carefully took of his pants and shoes kicking them aside and pulling his shirt off along with his tie till he was naked and feeling very embarrassed. Castiel's eyes looked down him and up again making Dean feel self-conscious and he gasped softly when Castiel shoved him down on the bed and straddled his waist.

"Now, Dean, what you did back there was very, very, naughty" Castiel murmured looking into his startled and excited eyes. "But oh so good at the same time"

"Do I get my reward?"

Castiel smiled amused and moved down pecking his lips softly.

"What do you want?"

"I want you inside me"

"How?"

"I…I don't know" he whispered and gasped when Castiel slid his hands down his chest down to his cock and stroked a thumb over the head. Dean gasped loudly bucking his hips upwards desperate for more. Castiel flicked his eyes over to him.

"You want me to ride you"

"How…how did you know…?" Dean said amazed.

"Another time" Castiel murmured gripping the back of his hair and bringing him up. "I can do that; I can ride you till you're screaming for more, Dean Smith"

Dean shuddered when he guided him back till his bare back hit his headboard.

"Leverage" Castiel whispered with a smile that made Dean want to give in and do anything to see again directed only for him. Castiel cocked his head leaning over from Dean and pulling out cream with a raised eyebrow.

"I get bored"

"Perfection is rare these days" he murmured. "But it seems there are a few on Earth that really are"

Dean flushed a beetroot red shocked at his words. Castiel passed him the bottle and lifted up easily.

"Open me up, Dean"

Dean stared wide eyed and nodded slowly coating his fingers in cream and slipping a finger circling the ring of muscles. Castiel gasped shutting his eyes feeling every feeling fire up inside him and his hunger roar inside him. Castiel closed his eyes hearing the tremor of his fingers inside him and the rush of Dean's blood roared in his ears. Dean slipped a second finger inside him wriggling and scissoring his fingers feeling no resistance and only the encouraging noises of Castiel above him.

"That should be enough" Castiel muttered opening his eyes with a snap and feeling Dean's fingers remove slowly. "Lift your hips up and guide me down"

Dean shifted spreading his legs and wrapping a hand around his cock and the other on Castiel's hip feeling the skin which felt cold underneath his.

"You're cold?" Dean murmured confused.

"I'll warm up in a moment, your room is quite chilly" Castiel reassured him feeling the head of his cock at the base of his hole, he lowered himself down inch by inch feeling Dean spread him wide open and beautifully. Castiel closed his eyes in nothing but pleasure and pulled Dean closer who was gasping delighted gripping his shoulders.

"You feel so good, Cas" Dean hissed when he moved up and down slowly rising over Dean's cock and slamming back down. Castiel shushed him pressing his forehead against his heated one feeling Dean's hand press into his hips as they moved together and he rode him slowly.

Dean reached up pressing his lips against Castiel's feeling the scratch of stubble that didn't seem to grow or fade, the smooth skin of his lips moving against his and the press of his tongue deep inside his mouth. Castiel caught his moans into his mouth and smirked pressing him into the headboard riding him harder till the headboard behind them smacked hard into the wall again and again.

"My neighbours will hear" Dean whispered and cried out when Castiel pulled his hair viciously.

"They are nothing" he whispered into his ear. "There is no one in this world anymore; it's just you and me in these four walls"

"Okay" Dean whispered back up to his clutching his thighs and rocking back up into him desperate for more friction. Castiel stared at the length of his neck when Dean panted his ear begging him for more like he predicted and swallowed hard watching the blood blossom underneath his skin.

"Cas?" Dean murmured dazed. Castiel pulled back quickly and blurring in front of Dean and gasping kissing him hard and rough. Castiel fought back against his thoughts to bite into his neck and taste his blood just once and did his wishing fucking him harder. Dean cried out desperately throwing his head back when his orgasm struck painfully and swift flooding Castiel's insides. They rocked together till Dean's aftershocks ceased and he dropped into Castiel's chest who cradled him gently. Castiel stared down at the sweaty brown hair sticking to his chest and the back of Dean's neck.

"Are you okay?"

"I think so" Dean whispered looking up and chuckling surprised. "Wow…"

"I have that effect" Castiel murmured rising off him and feeling Dean's come trickle out coating his inner thighs. Dean closed his eyes slumping into the pillow leaving his legs wide open for Castiel to rest in between and on his chest. Castiel smiled at nothing and no one simply brushing a hand into Dean's hair who breathed out deeply.

"Cas?"

"Yes?"

"Will you tell me everything now? Or I am just a fuck and run" Dean murmured softly. Castiel's hand faltered and he remained silent staring at Dean's peaceful face, which was slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I'll tell you everything, Dean, because of you…you've changed everything" he murmured leaning on his chest and resting his ear over his thumping heart. Dean moaned in appreciation drifting off to sleep leaving Castiel to stare into the darkness of the room and wondered how long it would be before Dean realised he didn't age, he didn't have a beating heart, and his skin temperature never changed. Castiel reached down for his hand and with his defined vision he was able to see the texture, the lines, and every hair on his palm, he reached out pressing a kiss into the centre and closing his eyes when his own dead heart managed to skip a little.

It was the start of their relationship and from that day on they became a unit with a terrifying secret hanging between them that only Castiel could tell.

~0~

It struck midnight across the small town signalling the end of another day. Castiel stood on top of the grassy hill staring out across it and he sat staring at the amulet in his hands, Dean gave this to him in his second life before he died once again. The deaths no matter what he did were inevitable and cut their time together short. It broke Castiel again and again to watch the one he loved die in his arms but he never knew who did the crimes against him. The four Milton's searched high and low for the culprit but with no clues, no witnesses, and nothing out of there they couldn't do anything. Castiel would do anything in the world to catch them and rip them apart limb by limb till they were dead.

"Castiel"

Castiel heard Gabriel approach him and drop down on the grass next to him. Castiel inhaled smelling the fresh blood on him and sighed deeply.

"Gabriel, don't be reckless"

"It was a blood bag, Castiel, I split it on me" he murmured with a sigh picking at his ruined shirt. "You know I'm tidy when I feed from humans"

Castiel snorted amused and looked out across the town and sighed placing the amulet around his neck feeling it rest against his chest. Gabriel looked at it and made a small sound at the back of his throat.

"Do you think he's out there again?"

"I have no idea, I hope so"

"Castiel…"

"Gabriel, don't" he warned in a low voice. "You don't understand, you never have"

"We are not made for love!"

"Then what are we made for! Killing? Slaughtering humans in their bed? Leading loveless lives while the rest of humanity lives on while we linger on in the darkness just watching?" Castiel shouted at him. "I refuse to live that life"

"You have no choice, Castiel, how many times must we watch you suffer and break down in front of us because he dies once again! How many times must Dean die before you realise this love you feel for him is hopeless"

Castiel snarled jumping up in a blur punching Gabriel hard enough to knock him down on the ground. Gabriel stared up at Castiel who towered over him furiously.

"You react like this because I speak the truth" Gabriel said looking up to him. "You know I love you, we all love you, and I can't watch you fall apart again"

Castiel crouched down holding out of the amulet. "77 years ago I walked into a simple bar on my 54th birthday wanting nothing more to do than drink, find a helpless woman or man, seduce them and drink from them like I wanted to. I walked to the bar and instead I found the most beautiful soul, I saw his beauty, his wit, his charm, and I knew he was something special. I watched him that whole night till I got the upper hand and we shared our first kiss…I knew then I was under his spell. I went to that bar every night till he brought me home and we made love in my eyes…I fell in love with the man who gave himself over to me and when I finally told him the truth…he didn't run, he didn't scream and attempt to kill me…he accepted me. Six months later I lost him and I died inside all over again, I lost the one I loved"

Gabriel swallowed watching him drop down to his knees like he was imaging the scene before him.

"I still see the blood" Castiel whispered staring down at his hands. "I never thought I'd see him again, I thought fate had stolen my one chance of happiness and then he was brought back…life gave him another chance! Over and over again he is brought back and I don't know why!"

"He also dies over and over again"

"I know but not this time" he whispered shaking his head. "I will not let it happen"

"How will you change it?"

"I'll find the person or creature out for his blood over and over again" he hissed with venom in his voice. "Are you with me?"

"You know I am, Castiel, but we searched high and low…there was nothing!" Gabriel protested watching Castiel stand up and look out.

"I can feel him, Gabriel, I feel attuned to him and I know he's out there" Castiel whispered. "I can't lose him again…I can't"

Gabriel jumped up and moved to place a hand on his shoulder gently and squeezing it.

Across town, Dean slept in his bed obliviously and dreamt another dream.

It was a cold night and he was locking up a door feeling an excited feeling inside him as he set of down the street feeling gravel underneath his feet and heard a noise behind him.

"Hello?" he called out and blinked when a cat jumped out of the bushes. His mouth formed into a smile and he turned on his heel moving towards his destination when a loud bang startled him and he felt a sharp pain in his chest abrupt. He looked down at his chest seeing a dark red spot in the centre of his chest start to spread in blood across his chest, his legs gave out and he collapsed on the freezing ground with a thud. The blood seeped out of his chest and he breathed out frantically but could feel the blood clog his throat up. In his mind he was calling out for a certain someone to save him but his mind couldn't think of that name.

His vision blurred and Dean was certain his death was coming when he heard shouting above him and he turned his head to see someone over him and hands tug him forward.

"No, no, Dean, you open your eyes" the voice said and he recognised it. Tears filled his eyes and he looked up to see a dark haired man looking down at him cupping his cheek, his eyes were shadowed and his features blurred but he was his. Dean went to speak but gurgled on his own blood and reached out catching his cheek

"Dean, look at me…don't leave me, you can't do this to me" the stranger whispered rocking him and choking out painful sounds.

He frantically fought to speak but couldn't and gave in stroking the strangers cheek before his vision blurred black and his hand fell dropping to the floor. Dean closed his eyes hearing a gut-wrenching shout of despair before everything faded to nothing.

Dean opened his eyes trembling and shamefully sweating and crying, he scrambled up turning on the lamp and brushing under his eyes. His hands trembled and tears ran down his cheeks and he buried his face into the quilt cover not knowing where his despair came from but it felt personal and he wished he knew what his dreams meant.

A/N: I cried writing that. Ahaha…

Supernatural = ruining lives forever.

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