Cas could smell a fresh victim as well as a bloodhound could smell, well, anything. His nose sniffed rapidly and his mouth salivated heavily. His stomach grumbled and twisted as he was reminded that he hadn't had a fresh, living, human kill in what felt like months.

None of his brethren had chosen to only feed off of animals, so why did he? For some unfathomable reason, Cas simply felt sorry for the poor, defenseless humans and couldn't stand watching them fight for their lives, only to achieve nothing but an increased heart rate, satisfying the predator even more. Cas especially didn't like the blood curdling screams the stupid prey would make even though their fate was inevitable. He kept telling himself that these were the parts he despised, when in actuality, these were the best parts.

He wasn't hunting because he missed it, he could go at least a month or so, but he hunted because he needed it. His body was starting to get twitchy and paranoid, he felt fatigued more often than not, and as he tried to live amongst the humans he would notice that his fangs were out at the oddest times, as if they had a mind of their own. He wasn't about to feed for his selfish needs, but really he was just taking one for the team. Better he fed now than wait until it was too late and totally flip out, killing everything in sight.

He crept up upon the human, staying a few yards behind him. The scent of blood was so strong it basically stabbed his nose and tickled his fangs with lust.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched behind the human. His back was towards Castiel, which was perfect considering what was about happen. A voice in the back of mind tried to tell him that this was a bad idea, that so many deaths in the same place would raise suspicion and they'd get found out, but that little voice was being smothered by a different voice telling him to hurry up already. And so he continued to approach the man with the dirty blonde hair, careful to not make unneeded noise and scare off his prey.

It was weird really, the man was just standing there, as if he was waiting for something. The way the man held himself sparked an air of familiarity inside Cas, but he was too hungry to concentrate on it. Now he was about a yard or so behind the human. He adjusted his footing as he got ready to more or less pounce on his soon to be dinner. His vampiric strength kicked in as he ran over to his prey. In the split second before he made contact with the human, the guy turned around, revealing Dean's face.

Cas quickly closed his mouth, but it was too late to stop his running. He tackled Dean to the ground, making him groan from the impact.

"Dude," Dean wheezed. He found it hard to talk after having the wind knocked out of him, and the fact that Castiel was still on his chest didn't help the situation either. "If I would've known you were gonna get all excited and hug me, I would've taken the time to wear a helmet." Castiel, who was feeling extremely weak from not having his necessary blood refill, slowly pushed himself off of Dean's chest.

When his eye caught Dean's, he paused and exclaimed, "Dean!? What are you doing here? You were to never come back here."

Upon realizing that Cas was still very much on top of him, Dean's cheeks betrayed him as they burned bright red, forcing him to advert his eyes. "What? How could I resist someone as charming as you?," he said sarcastically as he started to get up.

Cas got up before he did and then put his hand out for Dean to grab. Dean eyed his hand suspiciously for a second, a bit caught off guard by the simple gesture of kindness. He reasoned that this was just another way the guy made sure there were no hard feelings, so he accepted the hand to help him up.

Once he was upright, he dusted the dirt off of his pants and walked toward the bag on the ground. Cas had not noticed the bag until that moment, so he tilted his head and eyed it with confusion. Dean picked up the bag and saw him in that adorable yet confused expression of his, which caused him to smile for a second.

Dean cleared his throat before he started. "So uh," he said, "I uh, wanted to um..." Why was it so hard talking to this guy? In general Dean was as charismatic as the next guy, but when it came to talking to Cas his mouth didn't seem to know what to do and his thoughts scattered. It's probably because he's a flippin' vampire, Dean thought.

His arm automatically thrust out the bag before he told Cas what was inside. "I uh wanted to thank you for not killing me and stuff so yeah." His words came out very fast and mumbled and he wondered if Cas even heard him. Based off of his still perplexed face, he guessed not.

Nevertheless, Cas reached out and took the bag, much to Dean's relief. As he opened the bag, Dean watched in slight amusement as his eyes got wide when he saw the contents.

"Blood!?"