Authors Note: Here is the second chapter, thank you for those who have added this on alert, hope you enjoy. Also there is a small amount smut in this chapter (in a dream). It is my first time writing at all so hopefully it is a least a little be good. Again anything you recognise I do not own.

Chapter two

Castiel's eyelid fluttered open to revealed chestnut brown eyes as he awoke, to a pair of misty blue eyes staring back. He tried to remember how he got where he was currently lying, wherever the hell that was, but found all he could conjure up were the images of blows being rained relentlessly on his body while he tried to fruitlessly protect himself.

"Where am I and who are you?" he asked, the stranger peering cautiously down at him.

After the beating he took, he normally would have assumed he was in the hospital but looking around his lavish surroundings he knew that this was not the case.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my home and before you ask, yes I am the guy that saved your life," he answered with a signature smirk, more himself now that the stranger had woke up. "And your name is?" A burning question he had since discovering the scene in the alley and letting him drink his blood, an intimate act.

Castiel debated with himself, he really had no clue who this guy was and considering he barely remembered the attack he had suffered he could not validate whether Dean was his saviour but he decided to follow his instinct and trust what Dean had said was true.

Besides he would really like to find out why he had not a single scratch and why he was still alive when one of the few things he could remember is feeling like he was moments from death.

Hell maybe this was heaven, looking at Dean, he can't say he would be disappointed. He decided telling Dean his name couldn't hurt any;

"My name his Castiel Novak," he replied politely and then continued, " would you please be so kind as to inform me why I am not in the hospital… or ." He stumbled over the last word, the severity of the situation finally catching up with him.

Someone had tried to kill him. A memory hit him like a ton of bricks. He could hear his own voice in his head. You. He had said.

He knew his attacker. Why would they do this? If he had been standing, Castiel was sure it wouldn't have lasted upright for long.

Dean watched as the colour drained from the face before him and worry rose up inside him.

"What is wrong?" He asked carefully, unwilling to startle Cas further. Cas? Well Castiel was a little bit of a mouthful.

"What's wrong?! Apart from the fact that I was beaten literally to death and then somehow saved by a complete stranger, without a single scratch on me, coupled with the fact that it was someone I knew! Is that enough for you!" His short tirade came to an end as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

The last time he had cried was when he had been kicked out his family home. A long time ago.

Dean watched helplessly on unsure how to react to the emotional display in front of him. He wasn't used to this but he took a deep breath and went to approach the tearful man.

But as he did so Cas raised a hand as a signal to stop. "Please, just tell me what happened. I cannot remember anything apart brief glimpses and I really have no clue how I am still alive. How is that possible?"

Dean hesitated a little, his little brother Sammy had said it would be best to lie about what had happened as vampire blood causes an amnesia like effect to the drinker and they forget at least the drinking blood part. He had said to pass it off as concussion if he remembered anything.

But looking into the Cas' eyes he couldn't bring himself to do it, For some reason the man in front of him was too important for him to lie to.

"You're not going to believe me if I tell you, but please do not run away until I have finished," he saw the man's brow furrow in confusion however he continued, "I'm a vampire."

There was silence that seemed to stretch for hours but in fact was just a few minutes until Cas laughed sardonically. This continued until he caught the look on Dean's face.

"Oh, your being serious?"

"Deadly so." Dean replied.

"Wait! Does this mean I am now a vampire? Is that how you saved me?" Cas was still unsure if Dean was actually sane or real, but for some reason he was still giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"No, no I would never do that unless someone had expressed a wish to do so. I healed you. With my blood."

So Dean proceeded to tell him the events that happened in the alley and how he had saved his life.

Castiel was in shock. He was sat in a home of a vampire. A real live, well dead, vampire. He really couldn't believe this was happening but Dean had revealed his fangs to him as well as allowed him to feel for a no-existent pulse but seriously this must be a dream, he thought.

He pinched himself to check and closed his eyes expecting Dean to have vanished by the time he has opened them. Alas this is not the case.

A flash of desire went through him as he met Dean's eyes but he willed it away. Not only was this certainly not the time but Dean was a vampire! He really needed to leave, what if Dean had only saved him for his dinner? He didn't think this was the case but you never know, maybe he liked to play with his food?

"I am not going to drink you blood you know." Dean stated.

Cas started to panic could he read his mind?

"Why does any human automatically assumed we cannot resist their blood, when the majority are unappealing? That's what you're thinking right? That I am going to make you my dinner?" Dean answered his silent question.

Good Dean couldn't read his mind, he thought, which was really a good thing because he had a feeling he would not be too happy if he knew what he was thinking right now!

"There is something else you need to know," Dean spoke softly giving Cas the impression whatever it was he wouldn't like it and to be honest he did not think he could take much else today.

Dean continued, "When a human drinks a vampire blood, healing is not the only thing that happens, a bond is formed, we will be able to sort of feel each other until the bond fades and eventually disappears, he will just feel like a presence…" But before he could continue with the 'side effects' he was interrupted by Cas.

"So on top of everything I am know bound by blood to a vampire," he spat the final word in disgust. But it wasn't disgust at Dean, it was at himself. He was mortified. Here he was worrying about Dean hearing his thought, but the chances are that he could feel his desire for the man.

He was not going to wait around for rejection. Or worse. Almost dying once was enough for him.

Little did he know it was not just his own desire he was feeling. Dean felt the same but any hopes he had of Cas reciprocating were dashed with his next words.

"I want to leave now please, and I would prefer that you leave me be while this… bond is in place."

"And after," He added as an afterthought.

After leaving Dean's house, Cas could not keep his mind off the man. He headed back to his apartment. He was thankful Dean had given him general directions to his living area. He did not give Dean his full address. He did not want any unexpected night visits, at least that's what he told himself.

As he arrived at his apartment and exhausted with the events of the day, he ignored Balthazar's questions about whether he got luck and fell into bed and into a deep slumber.

/Dream/

Castiel knew he must have been dreaming when he woke to the same position as he had only hours before. With deep blue eyes looking down at him just like before. But this time Dean was not beside him as he had been this morning but instead above him.

Dean Winchester, the vampire was straddling him. Yeah he was definitely dreaming. For once in his life he just went with the flow. May as well get some in his dreams. This is exactly what he did when Dean lent down and brushed his lips against his. He kissed right back as they continued kissing he felt Deans tongue run along his lips and opened his mouth so it could slip inside.

He expected the dream to end here as most did when he would just start to get interesting. And oh was it beginning to get interesting! Dean was pressing his hard length against his own as he ground his hips slowly. Dean slowly reached down and trailed his hand from Cas' face down to his chest and stomach where it came to rest on the waist band of his jeans. He looked up asking silently for permission. Cas' dream self nodded and Dean continued to reach his hand into his boxer shorts until he took Cas in hand and begum long leisurely strokes. This continued until Cas' dream ended in completion for both the men.

Cas woke up in a pool of sweat breathing heavily he automatically lifted his covers and sighed with relief that he didn't quite finish in real life as he had in his very vivid dream. He decided he need a shower, a cold one, before he could fully process what had happened in his dream.

What the hell was wrong with him? He could not develop a crush on a vampire, someone like Dean would never return his feelings. Not that he had any feeling for the man! It was just his body playing tricks on him.

He recalled what Dean had said about the blood bond they had formed when Dean saved him. That must be it he thought.

He quickly got dressed and then made his way to dean's home. He needed answer and he knew it wouldn't wait. He ignored the voice in the back of his mind telling him it was just an excuse to see Dean again.

When Cas arrived at the Winchester home he was astonished at how big and imposing it was. He had not noticed in his haste to flee earlier, but looking at the huge manor house he saw the appeal of living here. Raising his hand to knock, he only hesitated slightly but that was enough because the door swung open to reveal a topless Dean Winchester.

Cas mouth, suddenly dry, opened then shut again as he tried to remember what the purpose of his visit was as he took in the rippling muscles on display. His dream had not done Dean any justice, the man was too hot for words!

"Do you want to stand there gawping or do you want to come in?" Dean answered briskly, although he was not willing to admit his he was slightly hurt by Cas' dismissal of him earlier after he had explained the effect of the bond.

Without further ado, Cas stop inside the entrance hall with any hesitation. Being scared was the last thing on his mind right now.

"I think we should talk." Cas spoke without preamble.

Hope you have enjoyed the second instalment I would very much like to hear your views on this story.