Castiel plastered his form against the cold wall while Lars continued sniffing his neck. "You smell like four leaf clovers." Lars mouthed against the seer's prickling skin. Cas ran shaky fingers through Dean's hair. He fervently prayed for his hunter to regain consciousness but he remained unresponsive.
"Lars, I need to check up on Dean. He received a heavy blow to the head courtesy of Marius." Castiel swallowed hard.
The newly made vampire gently nipped Cas' sensitive skin. He released the seer and scurried to the other side of the room. Lars inclined his tall form against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. The lower portion of his face was smothered in Marius' blood. He covered his eyes. The blond teen's body convulsed. The seer's sweet warm blood pulsing through his body beckoned to him.
Lars' greedily salivated at the thought of him fucking Castiel while he drank from him at a laggard pace. The blond teen shook his head. Cas was the most important person in his life. The last thing he wished to do was cause the beautiful boy any sort of harm.
Castiel gingerly laid Dean's head on the floor. He leisurely strode towards his friend. Lars removed his large hands from his face. "Don't get any closer!"
The seer observed two red streaks roll down Lars' cheeks. He had done extensive research on vampires and one of the first things he learned was the fanged creatures cried blood. "I want to help you."
"I won't be able to control myself if you come any closer." Lars got up and grabbed Cas' crossbow. He tossed it at the seer. "You have to kill me. It's the only solution."
Castiel stared at him incredulously. "No, I won't do that."
Lars loomed over him. He covered Cas' hand with his to guide the crossbow towards the area which housed his non beating heart. "Do it, Cas or I'll walk into the sunlight first thing in the morning."
"I won't let you. Please Lars, allow me to help you. There has to be a way to save you."
Lars frowned. "I'm a monster now. It's too fucking late!"
"I won't give up then for the two of us." Castiel approached his friend.
"Your ferocious loyalty is one of the qualities I love about you but right now I am battling myself not to rip Dean's throat in half." Lars dug his fingernails on his palms. He glared at the unconscious hunter. Now more than ever he felt putrid hatred rolling through his body towards the boy, who stole the seer from him.
"Wait…Dean has handcuffs made of iron in the Impala's trunk. I will handcuff you until we find somewhere to keep you. The cuffs will weaken you." The downpour continued falling outside. Lightning crashed near the building.
The seer grabbed one of the tall vamp's wrists and ran outside with him. He didn't trust Lars to be left alone with a vulnerable Dean. Castiel felt a wave of sadness transcend through him upon feeling no pulse in Lars' wrist. The seer couldn't believe his friend really was a vampire now. What the hell will they tell Tara and Lucifer? Uncle Luc was the biggest vampphobe he knew. Would the man kill his own flesh and blood now that he unwillingly became one of the creatures he detested?
As the duo ran down the dark deserted hallway, Lars laughed. "Shouldn't we find something for me to wear?" He motioned at his naked lower extremities.
Castiel blushed. In his frazzled state, the seer completely forgot Lars was in his birthday suit. "We need to search for the employees' locker room. I know the medical examiner's staff dons scrubs while they perform autopsies."
Ten minutes later the two of them stumbled upon the locker room. The teens ransacked the place until they found a pair of dark blue scrubs that were a close fit to Lars' size. Luckily, the pair of nurse shoes they discovered fit the boy comfortably.
Cas appeared with several wet paper towels. He lightly removed the blood that stuck to Lars' skin. The vampire closed his eyes and allowed the seer to continue his tender ministrations. All of a sudden, a large hand yanked Castiel's wrist tight. Lars deeply inhaled Castiel's skin and circled the wrist with his tongue.
"I trust you and know you won't hurt me," Castiel said as he continued wiping the blood from Lars' face with his other hand.
"I can hear your blood flowing. The scent is addictive. It reminds me of leaf cloves and cinnamon." Lars mewled before he flung the seer away from him. Castiel tripped.
"I'm sorry but we need to get the hell out of here before I commit a heinous act." Lars wasn't able to look at the seer. He ran out of the building, Castiel trying to keep up with his friend's new vampire abilities.
By the time he reached the Impala, Lars had already yanked the trunk open. His straight blond hair was plastered to his scalp. "The cuffs are in the right corner." He licked his lips.
Castiel wasted no time and placed the handcuffs around the tall teen's wrists. The iron burned Lars' skin at first contact. "I'm sorry," the seer whispered. "But it's the only way to refrain you from harming any one." He opened the back passenger door and Lars entered. He sprawled himself and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could in the confined space.
Cas jogged back to the building. He removed his black trench coat since its current sodden state made it difficult for him to move. He ran a hand across his wet hair. Castiel relaxed a little as soon as his eyes landed on his boyfriend, who was finally waking up. Cas ran up to him. "Dean, can you hear me?"
Vibrant emerald eyes gazed at him. Dean shook his head which throbbed like crazy. Now he knew how his boyfriend felt when he was assailed with the mind numbing migraines. "Babe, you alright?" He touched the back of his head and found a huge lump.
"Are you in a lot of pain?" Castiel inquired as he helped his hunter get up.
"Nothing a few aspirins and a glass of whiskey can't cure," Dean leaned against his boyfriend for support. His legs were wobbly and the room spun around him in circles. He started to remember the chain of events that transpired that evening.
"Shit Cas where is Marius?" He stopped walking by the door.
"Lars killed him." The seer had no idea if Dean remembered anything else.
Dean held on to the wall. He waited for the room to stop spinning. "Whoa! Where's Lars?"
Castiel looked at the floor. Lightning crashed loudly causing the windows to rattle. Cas jumped a little. "He's in the Impala."
"Wait a minute; was Count Chocula able to sire him? Cos last thing I remember was him taunting us about making Lars his childe."
Cas finally glanced at his boyfriend. "Actually Marius was successful in turning Lars."
"What the fuck, Cas?! And why didn't you dust him then?" Dean was livid.
"He saved our lives. Marius was about to suck me dry and Lars attacked him." Castiel was dreading this conversation. Dean was trained as a hunter and of course he would want to eliminate the newly made vampire.
"He's a fucking blood sucker now. Lars doesn't have a soul which means he will turn against us at the drop of a hat." Dean walked without his boyfriend's assistance out of the building.
"Dean, wait up!" Castiel slid on the slippery pavement. The hunter ignored him as he quickened his pace to the Impala.
The seer wiped rain from his eyelids. What he saw made his skin crawl. Dean held in his right hand an iron stake. Castiel screamed for him to stop. The hunter marched diligently to the black car. Cas ran at full speed and tackled Dean.
The Winchester laughed. Castiel wrestled him for possession of the stake. "This is too damn funny. Now he's really Eric Northman. You know he will kill me so he can have you and make you his own Sookie."
"Dean, shut the fuck up. You're not making any sense. That blow to the head is making you think insane things!"
"We both know I'm saying the fucking truth! He's always been in love with you and now that he doesn't have a soul; he will stop at nothing to make you his." Dean won the wrestling match and stood up.
"Dean, believe me please. I know he won't hurt me or you. And I can never be his because you're the only one, who I will ever love." Castiel held on frantically to the hand in which Dean held the stake.
The rain intensified as Dean yanked the backdoor opened. Lars was in a weak state due to the iron enshrouding his wrists. The hunter entered the vehicle and slid across the leather backseat. Castiel pleaded for him to come to his senses.
Dean raised the stake in midair. It was now approximately six inches away from Lars' heart. "Dean, if you hurt him; we are through. You hear me? So help me God…I will never speak to you ever again!"
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