A/N: This is the last chapter of part one. A bit of a cliffhanger. New character appearance. More like a chapter only for Castiel. The story will return soon in part 2 - Game of Power, as a new story file, but it's actually the continuity of that plot. Follow and Review if you enjoy and follow me in tumblr for more updates and ask questions.

Chapter 8

Part 1 Finale.

'Sam'

Castiel called when the door shut closed. But Sam didn't return.

The man was standing in the middle of the room only with his soaked in cum briefs and pale skin with few strains of blood. He was a bit dizzy. Sam had sucked a bit too much blood. Castiel rubbed his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth. The taste of the vampire's cum was still salting his throat. Was that all? Sam accepted his invitation, he begged him to please him, the vampire looked at him with warmth and talked so quietly and dreamy, but the next moment he was serious again, voice loud and determined. And at the end he left almost like nothing happened. Castiel was thinking why it mattered. Sam was just a client – they come and go. What was he thinking by telling him about his new boss? Why he did it at first place? Sam Winchester didn't care about him. He had simply come to get sexual pleasure and he fed though it was forbidden.

There was a law that vampires must not feed in public and especially on the employs in clubs, bars and strip clubs. In fact, vampires were not allowed to feed on humans at all, and that's why Roman's Blood Industries was supplying every vampire with synthesize blood. Still there was a little crack in the law that if it's consensual humans were allowing vamps to feed on them. And some offences couldn't be tracked and punished – one reason – vampires were powerful sneaky bastards.

Castiel was feeling empty like he never did for years. It was ridiculous. He was so excited when he called Sam, and he was so happy when the vampire showed up that night. The emptiness was filled for few precious minutes. The way Sam was kissing him, holding him tight but gently almost protectively. Since he was working in that club no client ever been so gentle to him. Castiel had the feel as if the vampire fangs were still burning in his flesh.

He must distract. He had a mission. And he had to follow it strictly. No distractions…

But the kisses were so erotic… the whispers were promising safety and even happiness…

No. He had to gather his mind. He had more important things to do.

Castiel dressed up, being a bit tired and went directly in Carmen's office – a small semi-dark room with fluffy dark red carpet, dark-brown desk, shelves with folders and smell of heavy perfume. Castiel asked her to let him go with the reason he is no longer capable of working for that night. She noticed he looked strange, but he assured her he is fine. He wasn't going to tell her about the feeding. He couldn't put Sam in danger. This was funny, bearing in mind that Castiel wasn't working in the club by a mere chance. There was something more in him. Something no one could expect.

Castiel's flat wasn't very far, but it wasn't very close either. He had to walk two blocks from the club to get to the subway which he had to ride 10 minutes. After that he had to cross one big busy crossroad and walk 15 more minutes. He entered the non-stop shop opposite of his block to buy coffee, water and something for lunch for the next day. He couldn't imagine how awful he had looked that even the cashier guy asked him if he was okay.

This area of New York was dark and gloomy with a lot of poor and mean people. And there were frequent vampire raids. No one really cared about the scary dark streets and blocks. Castiel didn't fit there, but those were the cheapest flats he could afford.

He climbed the stairs to the third floor. There were shouts from some rooms, sexual screams from others, loud rattling of the broken sewer pipes in the walls. The whole building smelled like mould. The man unlocked the dirty-yellow door and got in. There were only two rooms – the biggest one was the living room and the kitchen which you entered right from the door. On the left were the doors for the bedroom and the bathroom. Castiel left the shopping bag in the kitchen and dragged himself to the bathroom to take a fast shower, leaving a path of clothes behind him. After that he went to sleep in those dirty bed sheets he hasn't changed for weeks. At some point it has its advantage because no vampire was getting near stinky places. Castiel was leaving in misery. Not that he couldn't make the place welcoming, but he didn't have a desire to make things better. He was desperate and tired and some nights he was crying himself to sleep. But not that night. He was tired in a different way, deadly pale, but he was strangely excited and he wanted to turn back time and live the moment again. He snuggled the pillow and fell asleep fast.

He dreamt those red eyes and he wanted to see them again. He dreamt those big strong arms – he wanted them wrapped around him. He wasn't afraid. But one thing was disturbing him – Castiel didn't like vampire since they took something of his. And this moment he couldn't stop thinking of one such bloodsucker.

The front door shut noisily and Castiel woke up. He heard movement in the other room. He yawned, stretched and rubbed eyes. His stomach was rumbling and he was a bit dizzy - low sugar. He put his insulin in his thigh. He found his sweater pants on the floor and dressed with them, hooking them low on his hipbones and went in the other room shirtless.

'Good day Cas. Sorry I woke you up.'

'It's fine Zeke. I slept a lot that night.' Castiel smiled shortly and joined the other in the kitchen.

'Didn't you work last night?' Ezekiel put to boil water for coffee.

'I was but I left early. What time is it?'

'It's almost lunch. Here' Ezekiel put a paper bag of brownies with sweetener for diabetics in front of the other man 'I know that no matter it's lunch, you always prefer to have the breakfast. Your new job ruined your routine and your sleeping and eating are pretty bad, You have to do something about it.'

'I will be fine. Don't worry. I'm a grown up man. Thanks though, I'm starving. But you didn't need to…'

'Please, it's my pleasure. ' Zeke caressed Castiel's knuckles and smiled before turning to make coffee.

He served breakfast and sat across the table, staring at Castiel.

'Don't look at me like that' Cas murmured without looking at him.

'Don't look at you how?'

'As if you are sorry for me'

'Castiel…' Zeke exhaled and leaned forward 'We are friends from the Nursery School. We've been going through life together ever since. And looked what happened for the last few years. I work in a call center getting a high salary and I live in an apartment in the center of New York. You live in this dirty hole you call home and offer your body to vampires to get dirty use of it, your fridge is empty and if it's not me to bring you breakfast you will become all skin and bones. Or even find you half-dead without insulin. You know how bad your stage is'

'Where are you hitting at?'

'I'm trying to say, you have to let me help you.'

'Ezekiel, we talked about that.' Castiel stood up, trying to end the subject.

'No, listen to me' Ezekiel stood up and caught Castiel's wrist. 'You turned into a wreck since you lost her. But that's past. You can't change things, you can't bring her back. Have you ever loved her? Anyways. You have to let it go and change your life. I want to help you and I don't want anything in exchange. You have to keep going and fight. Build a good life as it was before, remember?'

'What makes you think I want to?' Castiel looked tiredly at Ezekiel. He was feeling as if the world had dropped its weight on his head.

Those words stabbed Ezekiel in the heart. He was always by Castiel's side. They've always helped each other. Castiel had supported Ezekiel when he admitted he was gay to his parents. And Castiel knew his friend had feelings for him. The only time they tried to talk about it was the previous Christmas when they got drunk. They didn't succeed and never said anything about it after that.

'I'm going to be the King's personal. Tonight I'm signing the documents.'

'That's a joke right' Zeke couldn't believe his ears.

'No. I'm serious. I have a big reason to do it and I can't stop now. The world will change when my sign goes down on the page.'

'YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE OF THAT' Ezekiel shouted almost in panic.

'I already made a deal. The world will become better place once I do my job right. You will be thankful.'

'I don't give a damn for the better world if I don't see you again. Please, let me help you.'

Castiel shook head and stepped back. Ezekiel grabbed his jacket and went to the door.

'I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself'

Castiel thought he had to feel guilty for making Ezekiel upset and trying to push him away. It wasn't the other's fault that Castiel was certain in his choice. Ezekiel couldn't understand that Castiel was doing for his good. He didn't want to pull his friend back.

Castiel stomach was in a knot. He couldn't eat more so he packed the food and put it in the cabinet. After that he went to gather his clothes. He smelled the white shirt and froze. It smelled like Sam. He squeezed it tighter and buried face in the shirt inhaling deep. It smelled exactly like the vampire. It's like he was next to him. He remembered the previous night. It was so good. He remembered Sam's words 'you occupied my thoughts' and he wondered what would make a vampire think about an ordinary human. Or maybe he just lied to make him fall for him and when he got what he wanted he just left. Castiel got suddenly angry at himself and tossed the clothes on the couch sliding fingers through his hair. What was that madness? Those bloodsucking freaks had taken the life of Castiel's one and only wife ten years ago. The pathologist and the police covered it up with an ordinary murder, but they only told Castiel the truth. He was a wreck after that. He lost his job; he couldn't pay the rent of the other apartment, he was barely paying his expensive insulin, and his life changed too fast. And now he was working for the pleasure of those sons of bitches that ruined his life. But soon there was going to be a pay back.

Castiel took the afternoon to think over some stuff. He put himself into something but that was when he was furious and sad. Now he wasn't sure if he could do it. He was waiting for a special call and every passing minute was getting heavier and making the man hesitate about what he was going to do. Was it a mistake?

The incredible in Castiel was that he could see the good and beautiful even in the dark things. And his hate for the vampires reduced drastically when 5 years ago he had car crashed. The driver of the other vehicle had died and Castiel had been fighting for few more minutes till someone call ambulance. And right when he had thought it was over, a vampire had come and healed him. Castiel had woken up in the hospital and he was out on the next day. Such a case had happened when he and Ezekiel were camping. While making a BBQ, two nomadic vampires from the south had attacked them. Two local vampires had been near and saved the guys. Not all vampires were bad. Some still had their humanity and rational sense. After those incidents Castiel changed his view of the world and definition of monster. Some were born such, others became such by choice. And though there were good and innocent vampires, Castiel was going to do his mission – for the good of all people. He had to turn off his feels, maybe even turn off his humanity and be ready for many sudden twists of faith. He was sure he will do it. But at the same time he was afraid that something will get on his way and fail him. He would fail himself.

In any case, he sat and took few hours to form a letter for Ezekiel and write his will. When he was done, he put them in an envelope and left it on the table.

His cell phone started ringing and vibrating on the table. Cas stared at it for a moment or two and picked up.

'Novak' a loud voice called.

'Sir' Castiel answered.

'It's almost time. Are you ready?'

Castiel didn't say anything. His heart was hammering against his chest.

'Are you ready, Novak?' the man repeated a bit more emphatically and angrily.

'Yes sir. I'm ready' Castiel answered his voice calm and determined.

'Great. You have to know Novak – together with you are going to start the end of an era, soaked with innocent blood. Once we bring down the King, we go to Washington D.C. and bring down the Emperor as well. After that our people all around the world will start the revolution. And our children and grandchildren will live in a peaceful world without vampires.'

'Yes, sir, but can't we reconsider the situation for a moment, there are a lot of cracks and risks and I personally know that not all of them are bad and…'

'Are you having second thoughts about it Novak?'

Castiel silent, unsure what to say.

'You can't fight for something good without few sacrifices, and Castiel, there are NO good vampires. They are all brainless predators… They have killed, they kill and they will keep killing. They belong neither heaven nor hell. They are monsters. The sacrifices will be worth it, Castiel. You will become a hero.'

'Yes sir.

'Excellent. We are looking forward to hearing from you. Good luck, Novak. All depends on you now.'

Castiel went to take a shower again and clean his thoughts for a while.

He had light dinner and he packed some stuff. He had a wooden stake, and a gun with wooden bullets, in a secret section in his bag. It was a great risk. If someone checked his bag he was a dead man.

He sent massage to Ezekiel and went out looking his apartment for a last time.

He took a big night walk in New York. Paid attention to things he hasn't before. And just then he realized that the world was beautiful. That there were things that deserve to live for. Watching all those people laughing and dancing at flash MOBs even when the winter was coming. Everyone was happy, everyone was carefree, and if there was nothing special worth living then at least living for pleasure was worth it. And people all ages were proving it. Castiel saw so many cute couples and his stomach clenched painfully. He wanted that. He saw old grandparents sitting on the wooden benches hand by hand, talking and remembering the past – he wanted that. He saw a father carrying his son on his shoulders – he wanted that. He saw all kinds of people being themselves and enjoying the night – he wanted to be like that.

The clock was showing 10 p.m . Castiel snapped back to his ugly reality, squeezed his bag and headed to the club.

One hour later he was there. A bit tired but there Ezekiel was waiting.

'You are coming home with me' the man caught his wrist, determined in his words.

'No… no. I have a mission…'

'No, stop… I don't want to listen, that's bull…. Castiel please…' the eyes of the other filled with tears.

'Listen to me. It's all gonna be fine. Here' Castiel pulled his hand from the grip and took out the envelope 'You will open that only if something happens to me.'

'No…' Ezekiel shook his head, his mouth feeling with drool while trying to swallow his tears.

'Take it and keep it save' Castiel put it in the other's pocket. 'This is not goodbye, my friend. It's time for me to do something for the other people.'

'I have no idea what you are talking about, but I'm telling you – you are getting in a big trouble.'

Castiel's heart was clenching painfully. Ezekiel was a reason to stay. Ezekiel was the one who loved him all this time, one way or another, like friends or something more, he was there all along. Castiel placed hand behind Zeke's neck and cut the distance between them, pressing lips together for a few.

'Find someone better than me, Ezekiel. And keep that with you…'

Castiel whispered and stepped away going to the club's door.

'Castiel' Ezekiel said loud whole shaking but Castiel didn't turn. He didn't want to say anything more. He didn't want to say goodbye. That was too difficult. He never learnt how to say goodbye.

The mission.

He became serious and walked directly to Carmen's office.

'ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?' Carmen met him with yelling.

Castiel's heart jumped in his throat, his ears started ringing and he started sweating. That was it. His mission was compromised.

'The bed was ruined and what was all that blood and broken glasses? Did he feed on you?'

Castiel stared at Carmen for a moment or two till he realized what was happening. He couldn't even answer but he calmed.

'God… HE IS SUCH AN IDIOT' Carmen yelled again and pressed palm to her forehead. 'I'm getting headache. At least you are here on time. You must not tell anyone Sam fed on you or we both get in deep ass trouble.

'Don't worry. My mouth is zipped.'

'The King called and said he will be a bit late. He was very happy that you want to work for him. The documents are here. I hope you didn't change your mind'

Castiel glanced at the papers. There was no reason to hesitate. Once his signature was there – the game was on.

End of part 1.

The story returns soon in part 2:

Game of Power – Fair play doesn't count.

Next on Game of Power:

Will Castiel sign for the King?

Who is the King?

Traitors in the house of the Winchester.

Family or power?

Newborn in the house. Some more law offences.

Some flashbacks and hot moments. Plot twists and some more blood and rage. Fights and broken hearts. Some guilt and sorrow.