He couldn't help but think about what music he wanted in the background.

As the first vampire came towards him (the bald one again) he couldn't help but fantasize about what music would be playing at that moment when his crazy life was made into a movie and his role was played by Brad Pitt.

He gave the old vampire a left upper hook, and his face spontaneously began to bubble and steam. The vampire cried out in pain and retreated even faster than he had come.

Eye of the Tiger? Eh, maybe.

At his side, Castiel was doing the same thing, punching any vampire right in the face that got a bit too close. With every punch came the same painful, burning reaction, and it filled Dean with glee to see that their plan was working.

Carry on My Wayward Son? Perhaps.

He needed a second opinion on this.

"Hey, Cas," he said in between punches. He momentarily distracted his partner long enough t allow one of the fanged douchebags grip him tightly around the neck. "Duck!"

He couldn't 'duck' in so tight a death grip, but he did more his head out of the way to give Dean enough room to punch the guy in the face, right in the eye.

Yeah, Eye of the Tiger, definitely.

"It's their gloves!" hollered Captain Obvious, "Take their gloves off, you fools!"

A large group then tried to do exactly that, but as soon as their fingers made contact they immediately retreated, sucking on their fingers like newborns. For almost a whole minute, no one was trying to attack them and were simply trying their luck at pulling off their gloves while Dean and Cas just let them. They took the opportunity to take a much needed break from all of that fighting.

"Forget it!" Samandrial covered his eyes with his hands. "Everyone move back! If you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself."

The swarm of vampires parted like the red sea as Samandrial made his way towards the vampiric Bonnie and Clyde. He stopped about three feet in front of them.

"So you two wish to stay together?"

Dean and Cas nodded enthusiastically and joined hands again.

He smirked. "Fine."He took a step back. "Now, Gadreel!"

They put their fists back up, waiting for the surprise threat.

They didn't expect the threat to have been a huge net. Nor had they expected it to come from above their heads, for that matter.

"Who gets captured in a net anymore? What are we? Freakin' butterflies?"

They were currently in a jail cell, put in there by Gadreel, who had dropped a net on them and dragged them there. It had been a very real challenge for them to not touch Each other or themselves, lest they burn any exposed skin from their gloves covered in garlic juice and Dead Man's blood.

"I don't know why I hadn't anticipated such a rouse." Castiel sat down and looked at his hands, looking utterly defeated. "I apologize."

Dean went to go sit with him. Putting his arm around his shoulder he said "Aw man, it's okay. It's not like it was your fault."

"Oh, I know it wasn't my fault. That's not what I'm apologizing for." He turned to look at Dean. "I am truly sorry for not going into detail about how you would change as a vampire. I suppose Samandrial was right, on some level. I feared that you wouldn't want to spend an eternity on this Earth." He looked back at his hands. "With me."

Dean couldn't believe the nerve of this vampire. "Seriously? You really thought that?"

Cas looked him in the eye again, expression confused and head tilted and Dean really couldn't do this whole 'talking' thing for very long if he insisted on being that cute.

"Spending a millenia or two with you is why I said 'yes.' One of the only reasons." He smiled, slowly leaning in. "I don't know what I would do without you."

When he met his lips with his own he wanted nothing more than to touch him. Touch his face, touch his body, touch anywhere and everywhere.

But he couldn't. Not with those gloves on. And they couldn't take them off because it would have been virtually impossible to try and put them back on without human assisstance. Those gloves were their last line of defense.

Cas broke away from the kiss, probably feeling the same frustration. He touched their foreheads together and just breathed slowly, in and out.

"You know what caught me by surprise?"

"How awesome I am under pressure?" Dean grinned cheekily as Cas laughed. He kissed him on the nose before reuniting their foreheads.

"I didn't expect your eyes."

"My eyes?" If this was gonna be a sappy sonnet about how his eyes sparkled in the light or something, Dean was gonna have to cut him short because this was neither the time nor place-

"Most vampires don't have eyes that glow. In fact, I've never seen an instance besides my own. Until now, that is." He wrapped his arms abound his shoulders, careful not to touch him with his hands. "It made a sharp heat shoot through me, to see that a part of me was now a part of you."

"Oh," he said, seemingly understanding. "You felt possessive, huh Cas? You felt like I was yours."

Even in the dim lighting he could see his cheeks tint scarlet from embarrassment. "I- no I never-"

Dean kissed him, cutting him short. They locked lips for so long they were panting when they stopped, lacking air.

"It's not like it's untrue." He smiled smugly, pleased with stealing his breath. "I think it's kinda hot."

For a brief moment, Cas looked utterly horrified before exploding into laughter. Dean followed suit.

Their cacophony of laughter caused Gadreel to come over and peek his head in.

"What's with all the ruckus?"

They both stopped laughing. They could see the wheels turning in each others head. Cas smiled, as he had reached the answer first. He slowly untangled himself from Dean and took out the candy bar that had been confiscated and returned. It was open just a bit, and he rubbed his hands all over the exposed chocolate.

Dean grinned in understanding.

"None of your business, nimrod, you wouldn't understand." Dean pretended to be surpressing laughter as he said it.

Gadreel humphed in frustration. He was sick and tired of people thinking he was slow just because Samandrial thought so.

"Tell me!"

"Nah," Dean giggled to really sell it. "You wouldn't understand."

"Tell me right now or face the consequences!" He didn't know what said consequences would be, but surely he would think of something.

"Cut him a break, Dean. He really wants to know." How this was said with an absolutely straight face was vampire magic completely beyond Dean.

Dean sighed dramatically. "Fine, you can have a piece."

As a piece of the chocolate bar was broken, Gadreel did his best to act casual, as if he wasn't completely elated to be let in on the secret.

"But first," Dean said when he reached the bars, "You've gotta do something for us."

"Open the door Gadreel, just a little bit-"

"We need some more air in here you see-"

"And then we'll give you a piece of the laughter inducing chocolate-"

"And it's not like you couldn't just beat us to a pulp if we tried to escape, so there's no risk of it."

Gadreel's expression was contemplative, but really he had already made his decision. He took out the set of keys that opened every door in the nest and quickly undid the lock.

"Done! Now, gimme that chocolate!"

Dean and Cas were grinning from ear to ear. Apparently, giving poisoned chocolate to a vampire was like taking candy from a baby.

He was on the ground within seconds, the amount of Dead Man's blood not enough to kill but definitely enough to make him comatose.

Dean and Cas took this as their invitation to get the heck out of dodge, and so back-to-back they began to escape.

They had reached as far as the hallway before Dean stopped and grabbed Cas' hand to stop him too.

"This... is too easy."

"What? Dean we can't waste time like this we need to-"

"No, Cas. If this were my movie I was directing, I would make sure that as soon as the heroes were given the all clear to escape, there would be some kind of 'final boss level' just to mess with them. Us about to walk out undetected? No way. This is a set up, I can feel it."

Cas' eyes went wide in realization. "You're right. This reminds me of that one movie you made me watch, the one with the action and suspense and main character whom you kept referring to as 'hot,' and he certainly did seem like he was hot since he kept sweating and taking off his shirt-"

"Alrighty then, Cas. Since we're in agreement that this is a trap, we need to think game plan. We need to think strategy. We need to brainstorm all of the different ways we can go about this without getting caught."

"Let me save you the trouble."

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and no place in particular, and as soon as it said those words, all of the lights went out.

"Dean!"

He couldn't see him, couldn't see anything. He couldn't smell him. He couldn't hear him. He couldn't even sense his presence as his senses filled with nothing else but the inky darkness and a toxic fume that had suddenly filled the room. It made his eyes water, his throat burn, his skin itch. But all of it would have been bareable if he could at least feel Dean.

"Cas!"

He wasn't far from him if the proxmity of his voice was anything to go by, but he felt all of his newly acquired vampire senses shutting down, and shutting down quickly.

"Cas! Take off your gloves!" He took his off and could only hope Cas had done the same.

He stretched his arms out in front of him, slowly walking around to try and find his other half. His eyes were closed all the while because dear God that stuff burned. He didn't know what they had released into that hallway but the stuff made him want to cry a river and he swore he would get that son of a gun back. Samandrial was Cas' family for crying out loud, they were practically cousins. Family didn't do this to family.

He needed to find Cas.

"Dean!'

"Cas! Stay still! I'll come to you!"

Dean went in the direction he last heard his name until finally he could feel the tips of his fingers brush against trenchcoat. He pulled him in for a tight hug, as if he would get his vampire snatched from him again at any moment. It hurt to not be able to smell or see him. All he could smell was the poisonous gas and all he saw was pitch black, but it felt truly rewarding just to feel him again. He tugged gently at his soft hair and hugged him even tighter, beginning to cry for a new reason.

Cas had begun to kiss his neck, kissing any exposed skin he could feel because this just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Dean had to go through this with him, get tangled in his mess that was no fault of anyone but himself. He loved Dean to his very core so much it was almost a physical ache, and he would do whatever was necessary to save him.

Even if he couldn't save them both.

After a few seconds, their eyes stopped watering. They could smell each other again. The lights flicked back on. They could see.

They pulled away enough so that they could see each other's face, see their eyes and the devotion that laid there. They smiled and were about to kiss when something caught both their eyes. Something was in that hallway with them, radiating light as if emitting it itself.

They turned their heads to see an assortment of tools littered across the white execution table.

"NO!" Cas held on to Dean for dear life, "You won't take him away from me again!" No one was in the room besides him and Dean, but he knew his words had been heard.

Sure enough, Samandrial's voice came from an overhead speaker. "Well, lucky for you we won't be taking his life."

He paused for so long Dean and Cas thought they had been left alone.

"But he'll be taking yours."

Dean scoffed. "You dick! There's literally nothing you could do to make me want to-"

"Dean?"

Sam's voice stopped him abruptly.

"S-Sammy?"

Cas gripped him tighter. This couldn't be happening.

"Dean. Jess and I, we're um, fine, but um-"

"The baby?" Dean could feel the back of his eyes heat up.

"Well, um, Jess got her period so there's no... baby. I'm not sure if there was one before, but there definitely isn't one now." Dean could tell by the sound of his voice that he had been crying. He wanted to punch something but instead just gripped Cas tighter.

"Sam, I'm so-"

"Don't, Dean. Just- don't."

"I hate to interrupt such a brotherly moment," came Samandrial's voice, who sounded like he had been loving every bit of this, "But Deany Weeny, either you start slicing into my brother or kiss your brother and his lady friend good-bye."

This was the moment that Cas had been dreading. Samandrial was going to make him choose. If he were in Dean's shoes, he knew what he would choose.

And that choice didn't involve him.