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Chapter Warnings – Blood, Death of an unnamed character, Murder, Some Gore

Mid June

1290 AD

Dean rushed into the castle, the vegetables he had gathered in his arms as he ran from the pouring rain. He had been allowed out to the forest to gather wild herbs and he even managed to sneak into a few gardens that were beside the rebuilt village of his home to steal some of the vegetables. His village had been slowly rebuilt by people who had lived in the city and now it was inhabited by families and elders. No one was found from the original village though, and it was as if the others before had never lived there. He slammed the large door behind him and shook the rain off his body. He wondered if Castiel was wandering around, the man should be awake now that there was a storm covering the clouds. He called out for his master but he was greeted by silence.

The boy set the vegetables in the kitchen as he set off to find Castiel. After searching through several rooms, including the man's own room, he finally found Castiel in his study reading through some papers. Dean knocked on the door and prayed that Castiel was in a good mood for once. It seemed that the past several months Castiel had been avoiding Dean, even though the boy had no idea what he had done wrong. The study itself was a small room, smaller than Dean's bedroom and lit only by a few candles. The natural light coming in was dimmed by the storm clouds on this day. There was a large table beside the window and Castiel was sitting in the only chair in the room.

Castiel looked up from his reading and narrowed his eyes seeing Dean. He set the papers down and cleared his throat, waving for Dean to enter the room. The boy did so with hesitate steps, each scuff of his shoes against the stone made his heart skip a beat. He was afraid that Castiel was upset with him and do something to him. He stopped in front of the man who stood up from his chair. Dean kept his eyes to the ground, feeling intimidated by the taller man who loomed over him.

"I-I brought back some food. I found some vegetables. I was going to prepare dinner soon..." Dean said quickly. "Are you going to join me for dinner?" Dean asked looking up finally. He was surprised to find Castiel smiling at him instead of glaring. He wondered if perhaps he had read Castiel's mood wrong and he felt like he could breath again. The boy knew it was useless to ask Castiel to join him for dinner, the man still didn't come down to eat with him ever.

Castiel shook his head and placed a hand on the boy. "I can't...I know you work hard and want to please me but I can't join you for dinner." He ran his fingers through Dean's hair. The boy frowned and thought for a few seconds before placing a hand over Castiel's.

"Maybe...when you eat dinner I can join you then. I can wait to eat." Dean said hopefully.

"No." Castiel said firmly. "I require my privacy." He growled. Dean shrunk from his touch and nodded. Castiel sighed and grabbed his hand bringing him close. "After dinner...come here. I will take you out to the city tonight. I have a job for you." Castiel let his hand go and gently pushed him towards the door. Dean looked up at him and nodded. He knew that Castiel wasn't angry at him and he ran off to the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself.

After dinner Dean ran to his room to get washed up and change. He quickly washed his body with a cloth not having time to bathe and he pulled on his warmer clothing as he knew that it was still raining. He found a long sleeved brown tunic and matching leggings. He covered himself in a simple black mantle, deeming it enough to keep him from the elements. It took him only a few minutes to dress himself and arrive at Castiel's study. Dean entered the room and found Castiel standing there waiting for him. The older man was dressed in richer clothing than Dean, to show the difference in their social standing.

Castiel wore several layers of clothing, the lower one was a simple white tunic with a short sleeved black form fitting jacket. His own mantle was black with red embroidery along the edges. As he walked the red caught the light of the candles and it almost looked like blood running through transparent veins. Dean watched in fascination, he wondered if there was some form of magic attached to the mantle and despite the horrors he had heard of magic he was still interested in what it could do. He never asked Castiel if the man did magic, but he wouldn't put it past him.

They walked in silence as they entered the forest, thunder could be heard in the distance and there was still rain pouring down. Dean brought the hood up on his mantle and rushed forward to cling to Castiel. The sun was just setting causing the forest to be darker than normal. He hoped that they wouldn't have to stay out after dark, he didn't want to encounter any of the horrors that lived in the forest even if he did have Castiel.

They rushed through the forest and found themselves wandering through Dean's village. Everyone was in their houses leaving the streets empty. Dean was about to ask if they were going to stop but Castiel led him further through the village towards the lone road that led to the much larger city. Dean had never been in the city before and he was a little excited but knew that the city would mostly be quiet as the night grew closer.

As soon as they were inside the city Dean found himself wrong and he drew closer to Castiel as he saw strange people wandering around. There were men yelling and pushing each other around, women laughing and winking at said men lifting their skirts. Dean didn't like the city, it smelled like filth and he wanted to get out as soon as he could.

Castiel led him aside and kneeled down to his level. Dean stared at him with wide eyes and he knew Castiel was planning something. "Dean...I need you to do something for me. You want to do anything for me right?" Castiel said. Dean nodded, he wanted to please Castiel. "I need you to find someone, not anyone on the street and bring them to me. Do you understand?" Dean shook his head confused. Castiel sighed and patted his arm.

"Say...you are looking for your father. Bring them to me." Castiel ordered and Dean swore he saw his blue eyes turned red for a few seconds. Castiel gave him a surprised look when he shook his head once more and he sat back muttering to himself. "He's immune..." He muttered and Dean wondered what that meant.

Dean knew that this was important to Castiel for some reason, and even if he didn't know the reason why he knew he had to do this. He nodded and ran off without another word. He ran through the streets ignoring the yelling and fights of the drunks. He ran towards the houses, some candles were still lit. He knocked on the first door and waited for it to open. As soon as the door swung open he was faced with a older man who glared at him. Dean knew this wasn't the type of person Castiel would bring home at night and he quickly ran off after apologizing.

After a few more houses with not very good candidates he was about to give up when he ran into a woman who was rushing home. She was young, pretty and she didn't seem to be very upper class. Dean ran over to her and began to cry. She dropped what she was was holding and kneeled down to his level.

"Oh what's wrong?" She asked pulling him close. Dean wiped his eyes even though he had no real tears in them.

"I...I lost my...brother." Dean said. For some reason it felt strange to call Castiel his father, just as strange to call him his brother but he knew he needed to follow Castiel's instructions. The woman frowned and looked around searching for the boys sibling.

"What does he look like? Let me help you find him." She said standing up and taking Dean's hand.

"He has dark hair...almost black. And blue eyes." Dean said. "I think...I think he said something about going to the market area to see if he could find any scraps." He lied. The woman nodded and entered the darkness that led to the now dark marketplace. Dean let go of her hand just as Castiel grabbed her and dragged her back into a side alley. Dean looked around to make sure no one was watching before following to see what Castiel was going to do.

He stopped when he saw the woman struggling against Castiel but she didn't get the chance to scream as Castiel pushed her down and bit down onto her neck. Dean heard the sound of the bones in her neck crunching as blood began to run down her neck past Castiel's face. Dean stepped back in horror, Castiel didn't notice this as he began to lap at the blood flowing from her neck. Dean could see she was still alive, barely as she was unconscious but fading fast. He turned and began to vomit, placing a hand against the stone wall to support himself.

This sound caused Castiel to snap his head up and Dean turned to see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at him. He made a small growl before turning back to the now dead woman. Dean wiped his mouth and simply watched as Castiel finished his meal. It clicked in his mind that Castiel was a monster...a creature of the night, one that would feed on the blood of others. He knew he should of seen this before, with the men and women who would sometimes not make it out in the morning...the blood on Castiel's mouth that one morning. His grandmother had told him that these creatures were called Vampires, but she called them monsters incapable of anything but killing.

"No..." Dean whispered before running off. He wanted to think Castiel cared for him and wasn't a murderous monster. He heard Castiel call his name and he began to cry, real tears came from his eyes this time. He found a spot to hide and he threw himself into the darkness praying Castiel wouldn't find him.

Minutes passed with Dean shaking in fear. What was Castiel's plan? Was it to wait till Dean was old enough and then use him for food? He pulled his knees to his chest and began to rock. He wanted to go back to not knowing about this, to when Castiel wasn't a monster and the strange things that happened were normal.

"Dean." Castiel's voice broke through the silence and Dean looked up to see Castiel looking at him. The man's eyes were blue once more but he had blood smeared across his face. Dean thought back to the woman he had lured to Castiel and he felt sick all over again. "Dean...listen to me." Castiel took his arm and stood the boy up.

Dean grabbed at his arm and tried to claw and bite at the man but he was held firm. "Listen. I am sorry you had to find out this way...but I need to feed or else I become weak. Just as you would need to eat dinner each night, I need to drink blood." Castiel admitted. Dean shook his head and tried to get away once more.

"You are going to hurt me! You are a monster." Dean cried out. Castiel shook his head and Dean stopped seeing tears in the vampire's eyes.

"I would never...I care about you Dean. I saved you for a reason. You are special." Castiel said placing a bloodied hand against Dean's cheek. "You were spared from the same fate as your village for a reason. When you are older I will show you just how special you are." He smiled. Dean stared at him confused. He wasn't sure what Castiel was rambling about but at the same time he didn't feel in harms way.

"I...I don't trust you." Dean stammered and Castiel nodded. He touched the vial that was around Dean's neck and sighed.

"Remember I told you this was for protection? It's protection from me. This is my own blood...while you wear this I can't attack you." Castiel promised. "Earlier when I looked at you...if you hadn't been wearing this I would of killed you too." He admitted. Dean took the vial into his hand and frowned.

"You are a monster though." Dean whispered. Castiel shook his head and took Deans hand.

"I am...but I also have a heart. I can teach you about my kind, but you must promise me something. You cannot tell anyone. You must promise me you will never run away either." Castiel said. Dean walked beside him as they left the city quietly. He didn't want to trust Castiel, but he knew the man had never harmed him in anyway. He only hoped that Castiel would stay this way and not try to harm him in the future.