MY LAST PROMPT GUYS. OH MY GOD. I don't know whether I'll miss it or not. But, if you could just give me some quotes just random, funny, sad, etc quotes for my characters to say, then I'll try to include them in the final 4 chapters.

Also. An update on my life: I THINK I might be starting something with a super cute co-worker of mine, he goes out of his way to speak to me sometimes and OH GOD I just have the biggest crush on him. I haven't liked someone like this since middle school! I have a shift with him on Saturday so wish me luck in flirting myself into his arms!

While it takes place in Season 6, this is almost entirely AU. It takes place in a world where it's OKAY if Dean drinks blood, plus Bobby is helping out instead of Samuel cause Samuel is a jackass and I don't wanna write him. And Sam isn't soulless because I hate that Sam so much. I'm watching Live Free or TwiHard now for tips..

November 26th
Prompt- Castiel's reaction to Dean being a vampire
Dedication: Rusalka

Help Me

Dean's teeth were sharper than normal, pointier, Castiel noticed as he stepped into the motel room.

Sam was pacing the room, as Bobby tried to locate a cure, racking his brain for the answers even as his eyes scoured textbook after textbook, "God damnit!" Bobby shouted when Dean slammed the clock radio into the wall.

"Shut the hell up, Sammy! Stop fucking tapping your pencil!" Dean shouted as he smashed his head into the pillows, twisting the sheets to curb the volume filling his ears.

Castiel moved from the doorway, stepping to the foot of the bed with a simple, "hello, Dean."

The man in question jerked violently snapping his head around to face the angel, "Cas! What the hell!"

Just as Bobby flipped what could have very well been his thousandth page, Castiel spoke, "Dean cannot be cured." The room fell to silence and all occupants stared at Castiel as if he'd just begun shooting flames from his nose. "It is already too late to return him to his previous state."

Sam twitched, moving toward the angel with a sharp glare, "you can't say that! There's gotta be some way that-"

"There is no way."

Dean remained silent as the three other men in the room faced him, eyeing him for some kind of reaction. He did not give them the satisfaction as he slowly stalked across the room in three steps, crossing the threshold and slamming the motel door behind him. Castiel watched him with eyes full of sympathy and pain.

Then, he vanished, reappearing in front of a lost Dean somewhere in the back of the motel alley.

"Dean." He whispered, need drowning the words he forced from between his lips. "Dean. I can help."

"How! How, Cas?! How!" Dean shouted, turning to face the angel with fire dancing in his bright eyes.

"Drink from my blood." Castiel whispered, closing the distance between them.

Dean shifted back, pushing against the wall to avoid touching Castiel, "no, Cas! Can you even hear what you're saying! Don't- I don't want you involved in this mess!"

"I want to help, Dean." Castiel moved closer again, leaning against the man as he braced his back against the brick wall. "My vessel has enough blood to feed you. I want to help."

"Cas, no!"

"I will not," Castiel's voice dropped low as he whispered savagely against Dean's ear, "let you die! Drink from my blood, or so help me, I will make you."

Dean ducked his head, brushing the tip of his nose against the curve of Castiel's neck, "Cas."

"Dean, please." He whispered darkly, tilting his head to give the new vampire access to his unblemished skin.

Dean dragged his teeth along Castiel's shoulder, pulling at the suit-top blocking the flesh beneath his fingertips. There was a pause as both men breathed heavily, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies then Dean's teeth were sinking into the skin above Castiel's pulse and he was letting a sharp hiss pour from his mouth and Dean was sucking and dragging his teeth away with a soft pop. "Cas." He hummed as he bit into Castiel's skin once again.

Castiel fell forward against the man, Dean's teeth forced back into his gums as he pulled away, using his tongue to gently dry the blood surrounding Castiel's wound.

"I'm sorry, Cas." He whispered as the angel allowed him a soft smile.

"Don't be."