The Blood You Drink

Authors note: So I didn't realize I haven't updated this since July….. My bad. So here it is! New chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I have a poll on my profile asking which fic I should update next. So if your read more of my work that might interest you. Thanks!

Chapter 7: Turned

Dean and Castiel were sitting side by side in a local library. Books were scatters across their table, aside from the two that they were reading. Dean had grabbed every lore book he could find, and Castiel was studying anything he remembered that loosely related to the church. When he became a priest, they warned him about demons. Vampires, if dated back far enough, were some of the first creations made by demons, according to the lore. Dean could only hope that the vampire that turned him was dated far enough back to be in the lore.

Eventually, Dean came across the lore that Benny had mentioned. It was the same tale, but it went into a little more detail. It read,

Upon the eve of the summer solstice, the clan leader infected with infernal blood shall slaughter until all surrounding him lay dead at his feet. Only he who shares the monster's blood can end the massacre. After changing his same-sex mate, the two will use the solstice's energy (see page 124) to slay the leader infected with infernal blood.

Dean quickly turned the page to 124. It stated,

Once per decade, the summer solstice provides energy for the supernatural. Vampires are known to choose mates on this date due to this phenomenon. The tale of the vampire Azazel (see page 152) is the most famous amongst summer solstice legends.

Dean's heart would have raced if it could. Azazel. That was the name of the vampire that changed him and Sam. He fumbled as tried to turn to page 152.

Azazel is most famous for creating armies to keep up the vampire population. Once per decade, hundreds of people would go missing, never to be seen again. Dean's mind raced as he remembered the people that were lost in his village. Every decade Azazel resides in the same location, searching for people to turn.

Dean slammed the book shut, "dammit!" A few people shushed at him and he just rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong?" asked Castiel through a whisper. "Did you find anything?"

Dean nodded yes, "I did," he whispered back. "And that's the problem. I know where the vampire that turned me is. His name is Azazel and he'll be in Lawrence, Kansas."

"That's good, so why are you upset?"

"He'll be there during the summer solstice only, which is—"

"Tomorrow… Shit!"

"And as if it couldn't get any worse, our deadline to save Jo is the summer solstice as well. Sam will give me until midnight."

"How the hell are we going to make the trip to Kansas, kill Azazel, and get back in time to save Jo? It's physically impossible." Dean was quiet, which worried Castiel. "What?"

Dean would have sighed, he almost wished he could. "There is a way." Castiel remained silent, waiting for an explanation. "Vampire speed."

Castiel's heart raced. "Couldn't you just carry me?"

"No," replied Dean shaking his head. "If I did, the speed could kill you. The only way we can do this is if I turn you, and I'd have to do it now." Dean was right; it was already nightfall.

Castiel felt like he could shake. He hadn't given a lot of thought to being changed. The idea struck him as terrifying, so he hoped he could just avoid it somehow. Despite his fear, he knew it was the only way to save both Sam and Jo. "Okay. Let's go."

"Are you sure?"

"There's no other way to save your brother and Jo. I want to do this for you." Dean embraced Castiel. He didn't know how else to express his gratitude. "Let's go."

Dean and Castiel had made it back to the motel. They were sitting on the bed. Dean was procrastinating telling Castiel what had to happen. For the first time, he felt very awkward. Castiel picked up on this and finally asked him, "is there something you need to tell me?"

"Remember when I said you needed to drink my blood to be changed?" asked Dean. Castiel nodded his head. "That's not all that needs to happen." Castiel stared at Dean, waiting. "You're a Bible junkie. You've read how it's the whole, two people one flesh thing." Dean couldn't find his words, and he blushed.

Castiel blushed as well. "We have to…have sex."

Dean nodded yes. "It's because we're mates. Normally you can just change anyone with the exchange of blood, but that's not the case with mates."

Castiel began to remember all the dreams he had, had about Dean. He remembered how whole he felt having Dean so close. "Okay." Dean looked at his surprised. "Just for the record I have no idea what I'm doing." Castiel's cheeks managed to get even redder.

Dean smirked. "Don't worry. I do." Castiel's heart slammed against his chest, and before he could react, Dean was already on top of him. "Just be good and I'll take care of everything." Castiel slowly nodded yes. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and he knew Dean could hear it too. "Your heart beat is awfully fast considering we haven't even started yet," whispered Dean and he gingerly ran the tips of his fingers over Castiel's chest.

Dean made quick work of getting off his own shirt and jacket, but he took his time undressing Castiel. Once Castiel's shirt was removed, Dean allowed his fingers to dance on Castiel's skin. Dean deeply enjoyed getting the feel of Castiel. How he moved, how he breathed, it was all music to Dean's ears. Dean brought his head down and kissed Castiel, soft and slow. He wasn't going to ravage him, yet.

Castiel kissed Dean back, allowing himself to get comfortable being so exposed. He brought his hands up and touched Dean, one hand on his neck, and the other pressed to his chest. Dean softly moaned into Castiel's light touches. Castiel slipped his tongue into Dean's mouth. Dean eagerly reciprocated, running his tongue over the sweet spot on Castiel's. He then moved from Castiel's mouth to his neck. It took a strong willpower, but he was able to lightly peck and suck at Castiel's neck without biting him. As he let his tongue flick out across Castiel's neck, he reached down fumbled with Castiel's jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly. He pulled down the zipper, and Castiel sighed in relief.

Dean moved away from Castiel and took a moment to enjoy the beautiful sight in front of him. He loved seeing Castiel like that, with his chest and stomach exposed, and his jeans ready to be ripped off. With a smirk, he slowly pulled Castiel's jeans down his legs, making sure to leave the boxers. He tossed the jeans aside, and started removing his own. Castiel watched him closely, as Dean was making a show of it. Dean allowed his fangs to come out as he ridded himself of his belt. Castiel felt a thrill from seeing Dean's fangs along with him undressing. Dean got off the bed, stood up, and pushed his jeans to the floor. Stepping out of his jeans, he climbed back onto the bed and hovered over Castiel.

"So…I have to ask…" Castiel was finding it difficult to speak. "How do you know what to do so well?" It was a stupid question, but he was curious for Dean's answer. Plus, he was procrastinating out of fear.

Dean smirked in an almost sinister way; he knew Castiel was trying to buy time. "I've always had an interest in both men and women, and I've been around a long time." Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel under his ear. He licked Castiel's skin lightly, "so I've had a lot of practice."

I shouldn't have asked. Castiel thought to himself. Now he was even more nervous. Dean planted a quick kiss on Castiel and then pulled away enough to speak. "Since I'm the expert, I expect you to do as I say."

"O-okay…" stuttered Castiel. He cursed at himself. What had he gotten into?

Dean gestured to Castiel's boxers, "off." It was a one-word, simple command, and Castiel almost couldn't comprehend it. Castiel wiggled his boxers off until they were at his feet. Dean picked up the clothing and tossed it aside. "Good." Dean looked and saw that Castiel had been circumcised as a baby. This was going to make things a little more challenging, but it was nothing he couldn't work with.

Using vampire speed, Dean grabbed a bottle of lube, but to Castiel's eyes, it was as if the bottle just appeared. Castiel swallowed. "I guess you weren't kidding when you said vampires were fast."

"And let me tell you, that speed comes in handy," said Dean with a wink. He was trying not to laugh at how loud and fast Castiel's heart rate was getting. "Easy there," he gently caressed Castiel's cheek. "If your heart beat gets any faster you're going to have a heart attack." Dean chuckled slightly. Castiel managed a small laugh and smile. "Try to relax first." He lay on top of Castiel and gingerly kissed him. He teased Castiel's tongue with his own, and began to slowly grind their bodies together.

Castiel felt himself relaxing more and more to Dean's touch. Without even thinking he thrust his hips up, grinding his erection into Dean's. Dean could hear Castiel's heart was slower and steady, and he decided it was safe to play rough again. He used his right hand to push on Castiel's chest, and his left hand to grab him by his hair, and pinned him down. "Did I give you permission to do that?" he asked, his tone serious, but soft enough to let Castiel know that it was simply part of his game.

"No," replied Castiel flatly, feeling more confident to play along with whatever Dean had in store for him. Dean grabbed Castiel and rolled him to his side, and slapped him hard on his ass. Castiel winced, but he refused to cry out in any way. He never thought getting smacked could hurt so much, but then he remembered Dean was stronger than humans.

Dean climbed off the bed and ridded himself of his boxers. Castiel blushed and unconsciously licked his lips. Dean got back onto the bed and hovered over Castiel. He kissed Castiel, but this time it was rough. He bit Castiel's lips to where they almost bled; he had to be careful not to let his fangs out. As he kissed, sucked, and bit at Castiel's lips and neck, he brought his right hand to Castiel's erection, grabbing it at the base and stroking it. Castiel moaned, having never felt so much pleasure from another person. It took every ounce of strength he had not to buck his hips into Dean's hand.

"You're being good," observed Dean still stroking Castiel. "I think you deserve a reward." Castiel's eyes shot open and widened from hearing that. Before he could respond, Dean moved down and took Castiel into his mouth. Castiel cried out in pleasure, and Dean pulled away. Castiel looked at him like a wounded puppy. "I didn't tell you that you could be loud."

"Dean…" Castiel whined. Dean rolled Castiel again and spanked him harder this time. Castiel winced and bit his lip so he wouldn't respond audibly. He didn't understand. Why was he getting so much arousal and pleasure from being punished?

Dean turned Castiel back to face him, and propped the priest's chin up with his index finger. "You can make sounds, but don't be loud. Understood?" Castiel nodded his head yes in response. He grabbed the sheets and bit down when he felt Dean start to lick and suck him again. His knuckles were turning white from clutching the sheets so hard. Letting out quiet moans was almost impossible, as Dean was clearly an expert at what he was doing. It didn't take Castiel long to remember that Dean clearly didn't need to breathe, so deep throating was an easy task. Castiel bit his lip and breathed heavily trying to remain quiet, but more than anything he just wanted to scream.

"Dean! I!" Castiel words dissolved into moans before he could finish his sentence. He couldn't speak as he felt his orgasm approach. He knew that he couldn't keep quiet through it, and thought maybe it was worth it for Dean to stop, but he couldn't get the words out. Another moment passed and it was too late to say anything. He let out an extremely loud moan as intense waves of pleasure washed over him. His body shook lightly from the aftershock, as he had never had experience quite like it before with another person being the one responsible. Dean pulled away from Castiel, and wiped away a line of cum that had dribbled down his chin. He licked his fingers clean as he watched Castiel calming down.

Castiel's body finally relaxed, and Dean smirked at seeing his masterpiece. Dean finished swallowing the contents in his mouth, and ran his tongue over his lips one last time, savoring the taste. "How do you feel?"

"Good…" Castiel managed to say in between long, deep breathes. Though his body was relaxed, his lungs were still worn out from holding in screams and moaning so excessively. "Extremely good…"

"It's quite an experience having someone else do it, isn't it?" asked Dean as he traced various patterns on Castiel's inner thigh. Castiel nodded in agreement with wide, lust filled eyes. "I think it's my turn to receive some pleasure, don't you?"

Castiel's nerves kicked in just as they had managed to calm. "What do I have to do?"

Dean popped open the cap of the bottle of lube, "you don't need to do anything. All I need from you is to stay lying down and behave for me."

"What if I don't want to?" asked Castiel with a large amount of sass in his voice. He wasn't completely certain why, but he was craving having Dean assert his dominance and punish him again.

Dean set the bottle aside and loomed over Castiel. "Are you arguing with me?" he asked with pretend shock in his voice. Castiel simply smirked, and awaited whatever Dean was about to do. "I think you need to be properly punished." Suddenly, Dean's fangs came out. Seeing that, Castiel felt pure adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Dean turned Castiel to his side once again, but no spank came this time right away. Instead, Dean leaned down and sank his fangs into Castiel's neck. Castiel tried to remain calm, knowing that Dean had enough power to control himself, but it still hurt. Then came the smack on his ass, and it was very painful that time. It was so painful that Castiel cried out in pain. Dean pulled his fangs out of Castiel's neck, and scrapped his normal teeth along the fresh puncture wounds. Castiel winced, and yelled again when Dean smacked him the hardest he had yet. Dean slapped him again, equally as hard. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry!" said Castiel clutching the pillow in front of him. Why, he wondered. Why was it so pleasing? It hurt so much, yet he loved it.

Castiel turned back onto his back and waited as he watched Dean squeeze lube into his hand. Dean coated his fingers on his right hand and put on a very dominant and seductive face that took Castiel's breath away. He started teasing Castiel's rim, getting him used to being touched. Castiel blushed, as it was a bit awkward having someone down there, but he knew it was all part of it. He hissed in pain when he felt Dean slip in a finger.

"Easy," whispered Dean. "The more you relax the easier it'll be." Dean pushed his finger in a little deeper, despite Castiel wincing. Castiel's face then turned from pain to pleasure. Dean smirked; he had found what he was looking for. "Now it's going to get better."

Castiel's head was rolling as Dean continued to tease him. His heart pounded in his chest and his breaths were fast and short in between moans. His back arched and he cried out in pain when Dean used his fingers to scissor him.

"Shhh," Dean shushed him and used his free hand to stroke Castiel's erection that had come back. "Just relax your body, Cas." After a while, Dean removed his fingers, and Castiel almost whined. "Be patient." Dean squeezed more lube into his hand and slicked it onto his swollen member. Castiel's eyes widened and he swallowed.

Dean hovered over Castiel, and then bent down to gently kiss him. Castiel relaxed into the kiss, but his body tensed as Dean started to push inside him. Dean pulled away from Castiel enough to speak, "you have to relax. The more you relax the less it will hurt." Castiel took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he pushed in deeper. Castiel gripped Dean's shoulders, his nails digging into Dean's skin.

Eventually, Dean was able to start moving with Castiel, and it became pleasurable for both of them. Dean moved his head and started to kiss Castiel again, but this time a bit heavier and rougher. For a vampire, he felt alive.

Dean had slept with several men and women over his many years of life, the men were mainly just for fun, but sleeping with so many women was his attempt to find a mate. He was desperate to change his fate and find a woman to make his, even though he knew he was destined for Castiel before Castiel was even born. Every time Dean slept with someone else, it always felt wrong, but as he held onto Castiel, he knew that it was finally right. This is it. This one fits, he thought. He moved with Castiel in perfect sync.

"Dean!" Castiel moaned out Dean's name as his back arched and he gripped the vampire's shoulders even tighter.

"Cas!" Dean responded by moaning the priest's name and moving his mouth to Castiel's neck. His fangs reopened the previously made puncture wounds, and he carefully drank very little of Castiel's blood. Castiel moaned louder and louder. The pleasure was already intense, but as soon as he felt his blood being drained, it pushed him over the edge.

Dean pulled away from Castiel's neck, careful not to drink too much blood. "Cas…" he struggled to speak from all the intense ecstasy. "Y-you need to drink my blood."

"R-Right," murmured Castiel barely comprehending what was said. Dean slowed down until he was thrusting at a painfully calm speed. Castiel thought he was going to go insane. "Dean…!" he whined.

Dean kept himself propped up with his left arm, and used his right hand to tear some of the skin on his neck, making himself bleed. His fingers were covered in blood. Suddenly, the thought of changing Castiel broke his heart. He realized that he would never again hear Castiel's heart beating from nervousness or lust. Never again would Castiel's breath hitch and become shallow when they were intimate. Dean felt a certain emptiness. Despite his emotions, he brought his fingers to Castiel's mouth. As Castiel licked away the blood off Dean's hand, Dean took a moment to listen to Castiel's heart beat one last time.

Castiel screamed once the change started. Dean held onto Castiel, and picked up his pace again, hoping that pleasure could help ease some of the pain. He remembered how awful it was to be changed, to feel your heart stop beating, and your lungs lose air, but your body still functioned. Castiel grabbed at Dean's back and yelled in agony.

Finally, Castiel's pain stopped. He looked at Dean with wide eyes. His heart was no longer beating, he didn't need to breathe, and yet somehow, he felt more alive than he ever had. With his tongue, he felt his newly acquired fangs.

"Feels weird, doesn't it?" asked Dean.

"Extremely," replied Castiel. "I feel different, but not in a bad way."

Dean ran his fingers through Castiel's hair, "want to know the best part about this?" Castiel looked at Dean expectantly. "I don't have to take it easy on you anymore." Before Castiel could realize exactly what Dean meant, Dean had resumed thrusting into him at a punishing pace. Castiel cried out in pain and pleasure, and clawed at Dean's back. With his new strength, he actually tore the skin on Dean's back.

Dean and Castiel were all over the place, biting each other, clawing at each other, kissing, caressing, and doing whatever they could to be close. Neither of them were breathing, but they had never felt so alive. Dean eventually came, and by then he was exhausted. He pulled out of Castiel and lay next to him, taking a moment to rest.

Castiel tried to catch his breath, just to remember he couldn't breathe anymore. "This is so strange."

"What is?" asked Dean rolling onto his side to face Castiel.

"Not needing to breathe. And not feeling my heart beat." Castiel used vampire speed to get under the covers. "Holy shit I can move fast."

"That's nothing," said Dean, also using vampire speed to climb under the sheets. "Come here." Castiel scooted over and lay his head on Dean's chest. He felt extremely weak.

"I'm a little woozy."

"That's normal. We'll get you some blood in the morning." Castiel simply nodded his head, and then he was asleep. Dean pulled Castiel close to him and closed his eyes. The deed was done. Castiel was a vampire, and now all that was left was to save Sam. Dean just hoped that by some miracle he could save both Jo and his brother.