Everything Will Be Okay, It'll be Okay...I Promise
A/N: HEY PEEPS, JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, I MADE ANGEL BLOOD POISONOUS TO DEMONS IF THEY DRINK IT. HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T MIND.
OKAY ENJOY!
Okay really, I am 15 years old and I'm sitting here at 3:04 in the morning writing a gay Supernatural fan fiction and eating Golden Puffs cercal…..what the hell is wrong with me!
Chapter Three
Dean woke with a very sore jaw; the right side of his face was throbbing in pain. He looked at his hands, they were strapped above him and with a glance at his feet he found them strapped to the floor. He thought on the bright side though, he was comfortable sitting in this position. Then, through the pain, when he licked his lips, he became intrigued. There was a strange taste in his mouth. It wasn't the usual nasty sticky taste when he woke from normal or forced sleep. It was wonderfully sweet, yet bitter at the same time. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, let spit collect and then rolled the stringy liquid around in his mouth as well. He pondered what it could be, but his thoughts were interrupted when three demons came into room he was in.
The first was a woman, her eyes black and her hair brown and curly. The second was a fat man, his teeth had long since fallen out and his head was bald. The last demon Dean recognized. It was the one who had filled the small cup with Castiel's blood. Said cup was in the demons hand right now and Dean could see Castiel's blood sloshing around inside. A clear lid kept the blood from spilling out. Dean let out a snarl at the third demon, cursing him. He only smiled and shook the cup, winking. Dean spit in his direction and was puzzled when the demons only laughed.
"What the hell is so funny?" Dean hissed.
"You boy." The fat demon said.
"Fuck you." Dean spit.
The demons only laughed again. "Let's see if you'll be saying that tomorrow." The female said.
Dean cocked a brow. "What, you gonna torture me or something? Sorry sweet cheeks, been there done that." Dean sneered.
She took the cup from the other demons hand and walked to Dean. "No baby, I'm gonna show you a whole new meaning to the word sweet tooth." She said, shaking the cup in front of Dean.
"You're gonna drink angel blood." Dean said. "Good for you."
His mouth dropped open when the woman laughed hard, her face growing red and a tears slipping down her cheeks.
"No you idiot. Angel blood is poisonous to demons Sherlock." The female said on a laughing breath.
It finally struck Dean. They were going to fed him Castiel's blood.
"Why the hell are you going to give me angel blood?" Dean asked.
The female cocked a brow. "Big boy, we already gave you some. Didn't you notice the taste in your mouth when you woke up?" She asked, smiling sweetly.
Dean felt his stomach grow cold. "You what?" He asked.
"Don't worry, we're gonna let you go day after tomorrow." The fat man said. "By then you'll be sniffing for angels you'll want the blood so bad."
"Why?" Dean said, his anger bubbling up.
This is why they stabbed Castiel in the back, just so they could shove some of his lover's blood down his throat?
"Because the boss man said. Says screwin with you and angel boy is his favorite past time." The woman said, dropping down in front of Dean and opening the cup.
The smell made Dean's mouth water, his stomach ever growled. Inside his mind he screamed no, it wasn't right. Not because it was Castiel's blood, but the fact that he was being force fed the blood. However his taste buds and suddenly very dry throat screamed even louder in want of the dark thick liquid. Dean squeezed shut his eyes and turned his head away from the cup, trying to ignore his hunger for the blood.
The female laughed. "Winchester, we've already given you four mouth fulls. You're hooked. Angel blood isn't like demon blood, the first little taste you get of this shit; you'll be turning circles and rolling over for more."
Dean felt his stomach growl again. "Take that cup and shove it up your ass." He growled.
The woman only laughed and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a little popsicle stick and dipped it in the blood. She stirred Castiel's blood and then extracted the small piece of wood. She then held it up to Dean's lips, frowning when he didn't open. She sighed and ran the tip of the stick over Dean's bottom lip. Dean felt the blood, it was still warm and he vaguely wondered if they were keeping it warm, or if it just hadn't been very long since he'd been taken. However the longer the liquid stayed on his lips, he found himself loosening his once hard clamped jaw.
The woman and other to demons smiled when Dean finally opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Their smiles widened as he swallowed and then ran his tongue back over his lip, licking it clean. Dean was amazed, the blood was better than anything he had ever tasted before in his life. It was fantastically sweet, but the underlining bitterness was just enough to balance it out perfectly. Dean kept licking his lip, even going to the point of sucking on it just to taste more. He found his resolve shattered and he looked back to the woman holding the stick and cup.
"More…" He mumbled, his body suddenly needing the liquid.
The demon sneered and tipped the cup to Dean's lips, laughed when Dean's tried to gulp the inter thing down as soon as it touched his mouth. She let him take about three mouth fulls then took the cup away. Dean growled and licked away his blood mustache. He found himself on cloud nine, his head reeling with the wonderment of the liquid he'd just consumed. He felt it as it went through his body, run down his throat and settle happily in his stomach. Dean looked at the woman, his green eyes darkened.
"Give me more." He said his voice rough and demanding.
The woman looked to him softly. "No, you'll have to wait for about three hours." She paused a moment. "God help you during that time." She said, her voice actually showing a hint of sadness.
Dean cocked a brow at her and watched as she got to her feet and walked out of the room. The other two followed laughing at Dean. Dean didn't understand her words at first, but near the end of that first hour, he noted how his insides started to feel like they were burning. How his body physically ached for Castiel's blood, for his lover's blood. He was practically screaming for the blood by the middle of the second hour. He just wanted it so the horrible pain inside his body would go away.
~0o0o~
Sam's face greened a little at Castiel's wound. The curricular wound in his back was the size of a pop can and about two inches deep. The blood had started flowing again when Sam began cleaning, knowing that Castiel was susceptible to infections now. He also felt worry rising in his chest at how pale Castiel was. He felt his heart go out to falling angel when he gasped at the pain Sam would cause him. Poor Castiel's wound didn't look so bad at first, just like a stab wound or something. However once Sam had had Castiel take off his jackets and shirt he saw how bad it really was. Sam dabbed at the wound again, being as gentle as possible. He watched as the skin around the wound turned redder and redder with every poke and prod. Sam's heart broke in two when he heard Castiel mumble Dean's name with he had to dig inside the wound to get out a piece of torn cloth. Sam presumed it was from Castiel shirt; however he wasn't sure and poured more disinfectant over the gaping wound.
"Easy Cas," Sam tried soothing. "It'll be okay. I promise."
Castiel turned a sweat covered forehead toward Sam, a tired smile gracing his lips.
Sam returned it and continued with the wound.
"After we are finished, we can go look for Dean?" Castiel asked instead of demanded.
Sam sighed. "I can, but you can't. You're gonna have to chill for a little while until your wound starts healing."
He felt Castiel stiffen under his hand. "Why?" The angel asked softly.
"Because Cas, your wounds really bad, you're lucky they didn't hit your spine or kidney." Sam said. "I would have taken you to a hospital if I'd known it was this bad."
"You don't need to worry so much about me Sam." Castiel said his voice low and tired.
"I know," Sam said softly. "But I have to take extra good care of you until I get Dean back. If I don't he'll kick my ass." Sam joked, smiling wide when it dragged out a soft chuckle from the angel.
"Thank you Sam." Castiel mumbled lowly.
Sam felt his heart warm. "No problem."
~0o0o~
Dean was a convulsing and mumbling mess by the time the demons returned when the third hour struck. They laughed as he begged for more, just a little bit so his insides would stop burning. Just a tiny bit so he didn't feel like he was starving to death. He needed it so he could sit there comfortably again. Dean noted through his pain that the woman demon was carrying to cups now, instead of just one. Then Dean was suddenly sane again, his pain pushed aside at his sudden thought.
"How much blood did you take from him?" Dean yelled, his anger overflowing his pain and need for his lovers blood.
"About four cups, don't worry, your boyfriend is gonna be fine." The woman laughed. "And I gotta say you're one lucky son of bitch. Fallen angel blood is like wonderfully aged wine."
Dean felt his heart burn, Castiel….. "Fuck you." He snarled.
"Calm down, the loss of blood won't hurt him that much. He'll just be dizzy and tired for a little while." The woman said her tone a bit softer now.
Dean found her mood swings strange. However when she held up the cup that Dean had drank from earlier, his reluctance to drink was nowhere near as strong. Soon he found himself chugging the rest of the blood, sighing happily when the pain in his body began to fade. The female got to her feet when Dean had finished the cup, deciding that that was enough for now. It wasn't until Dean laid his head back against the wall and looked up did he notice that day had turned to night. He watched as they left again, and he felt his eyes grow heavy. He noted how his stomach and the rest of his body felt nice and warm. How his stomach was full and his body was comfortable again. He let his eyes fall shut, pleased at the wonderfully sweet taste lingering in his mouth. His wonderful, loving, perfect little angel tasted amazing.
~0o0o~
Sam drove through the night with the headlights on high, not bothering to dim the lights as other cars passed. The trio had taken refuge in the rougher part of New York; the hotel was closer to the warehouse than others. Sam found it odd though; hardly anyone was in the rougher part of N.Y. He guessed that was because not a lot of poor or rough people moved to the big city. He pushed the odd thoughts away and focused on finding Dean. He'd already tried his cell phone, but to no effect. Sam had felt his heart break for Castiel when he told the angel he couldn't go. Castiel's face had dropped and his brilliant blue eyes had shown with unrelenting sorrow. However he made sure Castiel understood why he couldn't go with him.
Castiel's wound was worrying Sam, it wouldn't stop bleeding and Castiel stood most of the time. His wound would stretch and split further open if he sat, and it rubbed and mashed when he tried to lay down. Sam told Castiel to keep his phone on him because if he found Dean or any leads to Dean he would call. The angel had nodded, his pale face sad. Sam turned a corner and pulled into the warehouse where Dean had been kidnapped. He got out of the Impala and looked at the massive building again, hoping he would find some clue as to where Dean had gone. Then he looked to the sky, morning was coming and Dean would be missing for three days.
~0o0o~
Dean woke up hungry, his stomach growling and rumbling. He wondered whether it was for actual food, or Castiel's blood. His stomach turned at the thought, turned with both guilt and thirst. He couldn't believe that he'd asked for the blood, wanted it and even begged for it. But even more so he couldn't believe that part of him was okay with it, wanted more of it. He found himself frightened at the thought, the fat demons worlds rolling through his head once more.
"Don't worry, we're gonna let you go day after tomorrow. By then you'll be sniffing for angels you'll want the blood so bad."
Dean then vaguely wondered if it was tomorrow and where he was and where the demons were going to drop him off. His head shot to the door when he heard it open and was slightly surprised to see only the woman appear. Dean cocked a brow at her and noted that she was holding a full cup of Castiel's blood. Dean's body suddenly felt ravenous, as if he'd been starved for months. He licked his lips and swallowed the extra saliva that was being produced. The woman gave him a sad frown and opened the cup.
"Here, I know you want it." She said, dropping in front of him.
Despite himself Dean opened his mouth. The woman put the cup to his lips and let Castiel's still warm blood run into his mouth. Dean vaguely wondered if this is what went on in Sam's mind when he was drinking demon blood. Before he knew it the cup was empty and being drawn away from his mouth. The woman let a smile out when Dean tried to chase after the cup. He looked to her with half lidded eyes, his body now cozily warm from his full belly of angel blood.
"When are you letting me go?" He asked.
The woman got to her feet. "Four this afternoon. We'll be dropping you off at the warehouse." She said softly, then she paused on her way to the door. "I am sorry Dean Winchester. Truly I am."
With that she left the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Dean felt his heart speed up, why was she so sorry. What was so bad that was going to happen? Dean could easily get over his cravings, it wouldn't be that hard. Would it?
