At breakfast Sam kept eyeing his brother with worry over his coffee but stayed quiet. Dean would just deflect it anyway. "So Garth thinks the vamp we were tracking might have set up shop a few towns over, maybe 2 hours away. The intel could still be good."

Dean perked up from staring at his eggs for that. "Yeah?" He tried to sound interested rather than eager.

"Girls have been going missing for the last year, ages 15-18."

"Likes 'em young, huh? Think it's a Nest?" He focuses on regulating his breathing but his blood is flowing faster. He can almost hear it rushing in his ears at the thought of letting loose for the first time since being back topside. Purgatory always seems like a dirty bestial realm somewhere below them. He still envisions it like a child with it wedged between here and Hell. Hell as a pit at the bottom. Heaven on top.

"Too few and far between." What? Oh yeah the pulls him back out of his thoughts. He's bringing up the details on his laptop. Dean tunes out most of what Sam is saying as background noise.

He loved fighting bloodsuckers. Ever since he almost (well actually he was) turned by one, it feels extra good to slice them open. He doesn't really think of Benny as one he realizes. There's still enough of him left to not think of his friend as interchangeable with the monster he is so freaking ready to go after. He let himself get a little lost in a memory of shoving his makeshift blade up through a helpful vamps jaw and startles when he hears a waitress drop some plates behind the counter. Typically, some asshole claps.

Dean was glad to take inventory and find that he was not getting an inappropriate boner, even if he glazed over for a second. He wasn't so fucked up yet to get off on his gory daydreams but what was it that happened with Cas then? He assumed it was all part of this silent descent towards the dark side.

Dean bit down on his lip a little without consciously thinking about it and covered a weird noise he made by coughing abruptly.

Sam looked up with lifted eyebrows but Dean just smirked.

"So! Let's go stake us a Cullen already."

The vampire knocked him backwards and he went sailing over a table. Dean tried to get his bearings when he saw Sam hit the ground not far from him. His brother didn't get up but he waited long enough to see his chest moving before he moved again.

The too pale girl was sniffling and yelling over in the corner, weakly yanking at the chain around her wrist. He kinda wished she'd shut up.

Grabbing his machete, Dean gets to one knee. The vamp, Corey something (Sam would know) licked around his mouth, showing off the rows of points. The hunter slowly circles him as he thinks of what a stupid name he has for a vampire. Hi, I'm Corey the Vampire. My daughter was drained by Corey the Vampire. Dean snorts and taunts him with a hand gesture.

"Come on buddy, I'm super tasty."

Too impatient, it darts forward. Dean lets it get almost too close before grabbing it and using its forward momentum to throw it against the wall just behind him. He follows it with the machete and shoves it in under the ribcage till it buries in the wood behind him.

The vampire chokes and sucks helplessly at the air like he can't take a breath. He most likely can't. One of his lungs is probably sliced in two. Corey the Vampire was about to be sliced and diced by Dean the hunter.. Dean the killer.

Dean cocked his head and watched him struggle from a few feet away. He hadn't heard Sam get up yet.

"What are you worried about? You guys don't have to breathe, right? You're dead already. You don't need that lung, man." His hand twisted the machete slowly back and forth, widening the hole. "Relax.."

The vamp made a wounded screech but didn't move. Stuck like a bug on a pin.

Dean shifted to saw the sharp edge upward through flesh and got a bit entranced by the dark blood that oozed out. Not too much. It was sluggish since the thing in front of him wasn't living. Just a corpse that wasn't buried yet.

It snapped its jaws in useless violence. Dean smiles and he feels the wrongness of it on his face, like a heavy mask. It's all becoming too easy.

Taking a step back to admire his work, he thinks about all the extra pieces he could take off before he goes for the-

WHACK!

The head of Corey, the undead shit, slides off it's shoulders to roll towards Dean's boots.

The quiet delight that had been mounting and filling him up moments ago with awful ideas drains away to leave an unholy rage. He turns to see Sam was not only awake but staring at him in confused disbelief.

"Dean?"

A red wave of anger bursts inside him. Whatever dam he had rectified to hold it back just crumbled completely. Or more like exploded. The hunger is going to consume him. It had been way too long. To have it dangled in front of him only for it to be quickly, cruelly yanked away. Stolen away. Cheated. Unfulfilled. Nothing will ever be able to fill the mawing black void opening inside him.

"Dean, what the-"

Sam is on the warehouse floor and Dean's not sure how he got there. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he's circling Sam. It vaguely reminds him of circling the vamp but he's dead now. Dead dead. No more fun to be had there.

His brother keeps him in his sights. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Dean is trying to think through the pulsing in his temples. Stop. Stop. Sam. It's Sam. SAM. He wishes for a second he could warn Sam who doesn't know to be afraid yet. Not like he should be.

God help him, he's raising his right arm. The one with the pointy weapon that will thud into that mop of brown hair of his...

Please, no.

There's no warning except a split second gust that swirls debris nearby and he's being dragged off his feet by a tug on his jacket's collar.

By the time Dean's up again, Sam and the whimpering blonde have disappeared. He screams and it echoes ridiculously loud in the vacant space. It gives him a moment of respite from the hunger but it returns to claw at his insides too soon. It's a wave crashing into him.. through him.

He grabs a knocked over wooden chair and hurls it at the wall to watch it splinter. Dean's destroyed the remaining two chairs and small table when he hears the voice he was waiting for.

"Is that helping?

Dean doesn't turn around but leans down, hands on his knees to regain his breath.

"No."

Cas is patiently waiting about five feet away.

Dean forces his body to not shift any closer to the irritating angel. He tries to tell himself it's to resist going after his friend but somewhere darker in his mind he knows he just doesn't want to give away a tell before he makes his move.

"Sam?"

"He's at a nearby hospital getting medical attention for the vampire's victim."

Cas makes a show of putting his hands in the trench coat's pockets and looking away in the general direction of the vacated chains. He almost looks fucking coy. The bastard.

He makes one last try. Maybe Cas will listen.. or he'll be distracted. Either way something has to give. He's crawling out of his skin.

"I fucked up, Cas. You've gotta do it. Now."

Castiel just blinks.

"Cas, please. Put me down. I can feel it taking over everything. I'm going to kill someone. This is it for me."

Cas just looks at him calmly and Dean wants to tear into him. His fingers shake at his sides with the need to scratch and bleed and rip.

The angel turns away again to admire the fucking scenery for all Dean knows and he rushes him. Too eager. Too late to stop.

The fist connects nicely. His last thought before blacking out is he wish he'd said goodbye to Sammy.

Dean comes to with the mother of all headaches. His vision is blurry and when he tries to bring his hands up to rub his eyes.. his arms are too heavy. Both wrists are wrapped in the manacles from the wall. He's chained to a goddamn wall.

"You're awake."

Cas is sitting against the same wall a few feet away to his left. His hands are resting on his bent knees, legs together.

Dean runs at him but is stopped about a foot away. Cas didn't flinch. He didn't even turn to look towards him.

After a few half-hearted tugs on his restraints, he asks, "What's the plan, Cas? Leave me chained up here like the dirty little family secret? You can't 'Flowers in the Attic' me."

"I don't know what that is but I don't intend on leaving you here indefinitely."

"Then let me loose!" Every word is almost a growl. He's chomping at the bit. If he could just trick Cas into getting a little closer..

"We need to work on your problem, Dean."

Dean laughs harshly. "There ain't no fixin' this, man. You can't touch it with two fingers and heal it."

Cas gets to his feet but moves no closer.

"I'm not going to let you give in and I'm not killing you. Stop asking."

Dean feels blood trickling over his reopened lip wound and tongues it absently. He's soothed enough to answer.

"Those are the only two roads outta here for me, baby." Dean paces, unable to stay still.

Cas' eyebrows knit together briefly and he steps within range.

Dean tenses to charge him but is distracted when the angel reaches up to drag the pad of his thumb over the tiny gash. Cas' eyes flick from his mouth to meet his eyes and backdown again.

Dean swallows the extra saliva gathering in his mouth and shuts his eyes when he feels his blood race.

"Maybe not."

He hears the tell-tale flutter and knows he is alone again.

Author's Note: Well my darlings? Let me know what you think. I'm getting into writing this one and have the next chapter or so mapped out. Tell me if you enjoy where this is going as I am a shameless feedback harlot.