Castiel hadn't exactly known why he called for Dean... at the time it had just felt like the thing he needed to do... but when his captors started dropping one by one to the hands of a hunky man in leather, his world had started spinning. The strange man that came in every day to order pie, the stranger who would only refer to him as blue eyes... Dean... was killing them all off. A long blade sliced right through the neck of the leader, his head falling to the ground and startling the others. Dean continues to take them out though they pounced at him. Castiel was held back by one of them, his wrists trapped in nervously sweated hands. Blood everywhere... splattered over the brick walls, flooding the ground, staining Dean's jacket...

Castiel struggled against the grubby hands on his wrists as Dean slashed through the final man. He turned menacingly to face them, staring at Cas briefly before targeting an angered glare to the man who held him. "What the hell is this?" he demanded, "Some new hunting technique? Cornering the poor bastards with a group? That's low even for you dick heads." he spat disgustedly.

The man scoffed, "It's hard to find good males these days... Like this one." the vampire pulled roughly, lifting Castiel's wrists. "Isn't he cute?"

Dean growled, "Back off now." he warned, lifting the blade from his side.

"N-Not another step! I-I'll bite him!" he threatened, much to the un-amusement of Dean.

The hunter sneered at his prey, "If you leave so much as a scratch on him I'll kill you."

"You'll kill me anyway!"

"If you let him go I'll kill you quickly." he bargained.

"No way!" the creature protested, "Let me leave or- or I'll bite him! I swear!"

Castiel took a nervous breath as his wrists were transferred into one hand, the other coming up to caress his neck. It made him cringe to be touched by this... this thing. Dean must have seen his expression, his eyes blazing and fiery-fierce with emotion. He paused only momentarily to contemplate the outcomes of the situation, "Fine." he snapped.

The vampire flinched before nervously nodding, "Oh-Okay... Weapon on the ground!" he ordered.

Dean lowered himself hesitantly before dropping his blade to the floor. The vampire was a nervous wreck. A sweaty, shaky, nervous wreck that had desperately threatened Castiel. With a hard shove, the man pushed Cas forward and on his knees, right into Dean's arms. He bolted, looking back only momentarily to see Dean's scowl. The hunter turned to the man in his arms, concern washing over his face, "You okay?"

..."Y-Yeah..." Castiel looked up at his savior, laughing, "So I guess this makes you my knight in shining armor huh?"

Dean smiled, pulling him in for a protective hug. "You called for me didn't you?"

"I didn't think you'd actually come though!" Cas protested, pulling back to look him in the eyes, "It was just the name going through my head at the time... I didn't-"

Interrupted. The warm feeling of lips on his was a rushed and heart throbbing sensation. Castiel hadn't been expecting it, but he wasn't complaining. As the kiss lingered, his fingers twitched, wondering where they should go. He settled for Dean's shoulders, digging into the material of his jacket as his heart pounded in his head. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush leftover from his encounter, maybe it was just the heat of physical contact... but Castiel started to cling. He prayed that the moment would never end, as if he and Dean could just stay like that forever.

It was near heartbreaking when they pulled away.

It only then occurred to him how messy he looked. Those freaks had tore at his clothes. He pulled up the fabric of his shirt best he could before awkwardly turning back to Dean. The hunter didn't say much, just slung his jacket from his back before draping it over Castiel's shoulders. Mindlessly, Castiel looked for something to say, something to move along conversation, "So... vampires huh?"

Dean chuckled, "Yeah. There's a whole world of things out there that people aren't aware of."

"So, what? Ghosts, goblins, unicorns? That kind of thing?"

"Yup."

"Really...?" Castiel shot Dean a doubtful expression, "Unicorns?"

"Hey! Don't mess with them! Unicorns are nasty little suckers. Impaling people and such."

Castiel broke out into a fit of giggles. Dean grinned at him, obviously loving the humor of their words, "Usually people call me crazy. They don't laugh over it."

"But-But it's so funny!" he chuckled, "I mean, UNICORNS!"

Dean punched his arm lightly, "Shut up blue eyes."

Cas tried to calm himself a bit, his nickname bringing the conversation into a more serious side. He merrily plopped a light kiss onto Dean's cheek, "Thanks again for saving me ass butt." he teased.

"Ass butt?"

"Well, I got a nickname... don't see why you don't get one too!"

"But... Ass butt?!"

Castiel grinned devilishly, "Yup! Lets go ass butt!"

"Hey, cut that out blue eyes." he retorted.

"Not a chance!"

Dean scoffed playfully, "And to think I was going to offer to walk you home."

Castiel started to walk, Dean at his side, "I think we both know where that would have led. Pervert." he teased.

"What?! I-"

"Pervert!~" Castiel sang as they continued.

Dean shrugged, "Okay yeah. It would..." he lifted his arms up behind his head, turning to Cas casually, "so can I walk you home?"

Grinning, he replied, "I'd love you to."