Author's Note: Intense Violence lies below. Prepare thyselves.

Dean screams for Cas in his head over and over again. Hopefully it's enough to count as prayer because he can't pause long enough to concentrate. It might just be aimless panicked noise.

He pulls his bowie out and swipes blindly in front of him, trying to feel for the switch again with his other hand. A small mouth sinks into his wrist and he stabs until he's free. A second later he finds the switch.

When the light pops back on, all the undead are so much closer.. like a terrifying game of red light, green light. Several of them have fanned out to their sides, a few crawling on the ground.

Sam has his gun up and with the light, fires at the one closest to him. Dean loses sight of him when something barrels into him and he goes down.

He chants Cas' name desperately with each useless punch to the vamp on top of him. It had been a young girl blonde girl with delicate features. Someone's kid that never came home. Or if she did.. they'd wished she hadn't.

Now all the sweetness of youth is contorted as it's gnashing teeth strike nearer and nearer his face. Dean is able to get his hand up with the gun between them and only hesitates a second. Closes his eyes. Fires under her cute pointed chin. Blood. Bone. Brains explode above him to cover his neck and face.

Two more are on him before he can even get to his feet. Where's Sam? Jesus, they're going to die. Like this. Being gnawed on by monsters. They were wrapped up in their own shit and were going to pay the price.

The bloodsucker's hold him down, grinning one moment.. the next and both pairs of their hungry eyes are suddenly illuminated. He has to look away at the brightness but still feels the heat as they burn from the inside. They fall off him to the side and reveal his favorite celestial being.

"Goddamn, it's good to see you."

Dean takes his offered hand and gets up. Cas has time to give him a worried look and say, "You-" before he's cut off by a body slamming into him. Dean gets to his feet and sees Sam shooting for head shots, trying to slow them down. The red-streaked girl's head is by his feet, her brown eyes glassy.

Dean pulls free his machete with his other hand. He's gonna need it. Sam, him, and Cas unconsciously move so they're in a loose circle, back to back. Protected from surprise attack at least. It's all they have time for. It seems the fight goes on for hours but Dean knows that can't be right. It's a trick fo battle. And battle is exactly what this is.

Vampires fight like rapid dogs. Their bites cover his arms. And so much blood. His. Theirs. It's stuck to his face with sweat and dirt. Cuts and scratches dot his neck from where one would grab him and try to pull him close. If they reached his neck, it was all over. So they tore at his skin as he sliced them up. He ran out of ammo long ago.

He sees his brother cutting off a head. Cas forcing another to the ground. They make eye contact for a second but then there's another hungry-frenzied body between them. One of them jumps and sends Dean to the hard floor, knocking his wind out of him. He shoves his blade up into it over and over again. Endless. Messy. His hands feel warm with blood now as he stabs deeper into the torso. It's a wasted hit, won't kill it but it was the only part he could reach with its weight holding him down. While it's still howling, he rolls it and takes it's head.

His fingers are red and wet and dripping with things he can't think about. But then starts to think about.. He's staring at his hands. Dark red pooling in the creases of his skin. Under his fingernails. Covering light freckles on the back of his hand that he always kinda hated.

Shit, snap out of it!

He looks up as if in a daze and sees Sam still slinging his blade at anything that gets close enough. Cas just incinerated two on the ground, hands to foreheads. When the light extinguishes in their eye sockets, he finds Dean's eyes.

"Dean! You have to fight it! Dean! Do you hear me?!"

"Cas?" His own voice sounds strange.

Two more charge his angel and there's another latching on to his arm.

"Look at me! Dean! Focus!" He shouts, trying to fling them away.

Dean looks down to his wrist but it's covered with thick, clinging dark red fluid. Doesn't matter. A few fancy swirls aren't going to help him now.

So. much. blood. Dean rubs it between his fingers to feel it's slickness. One of them dives to push him bodily against a wall. He gets a leg up and kicks it away. He can't think. Can't think. It's too much. He's falling under the weight of blood. It's pressing him down and he'll never dig himself out. Sinking deeper. Have to keep fighting. Stab. Have to get up again. Slice. Cut them all up or he's gone. Twist. Can't become one of those fucking things again. Won't let them feed on him like a fleshy treat.

When all the vampires are dead or gone, he's heaving, sucking in air as fast as he can get it. Blood drips steadily from his hands and blade.

Cas puts a hand on his shoulder and he wheels around and bites it. Throwing his blade, he flings himself at the angel until he's on the floor with Dean on top. Dean wants to feel his hands sink deep into Cas' soft pretty flesh without the help of his sharp friend. His anger and bloodlust make him strong. It wraps around the inside of his mind like a warm friend, hugging him close. He could rip Cas in half with his bare hands but he'll just settle for his throat for now.

Dean's hands circle Cas' windpipe, thumbs digging in. He squeezes and squeezes. Cas writhes, even now trying to call Dean's name. Dean grits his teeth and burrows his thumbs in harder. He ignores the feel of stubble that has rubbed against his neck. Doesn't see the blue eyes that plead for Dean's own sanity. Won't look directly at the lips that are no longer pink.. that have kissed him everywhere.

He doesn't know what happened, but there's a thunk and a harsh pain at the back of his skull. Cas' image goes dark.

Dean comes to not long after. Blurry vision clears and he sees Cas' worried eyes in front of him. He braces to pounce but is stopped immediately. Rope is wrapped around his torso chest, arms, waist.. keeping him tight against one of warehouse's many support beams.

He snarls. Rubbing his fingers together down by his side, he feels the dry, hardening blood that's clotted. It will be all rust colored by now.

"Dean."

He stares straight ahead, barely seeing anything anymore. His ears pound, all he can hear is blood rushing. Jaw clamped down, saliva sprays out as he breathes too fast.

SLAP!

"Dean!"

He can see Cas now, shouting at him from a few inches away. Dean closes his eyes to block him out. He doesn't want to see Cas right now. His fist clenches with the memory of the blade. He growls and jerks into the rope. They had better hope it holds him..

His head is pulled back by the hair and he stills keeps his eyes closed, gritting his teeth.

"Dean! Look at me now!"

The darkness is coming like a red wave to crash into him. It's going to pull him down underneath. Cover him till there's nothing left. No more macho hunter with daddy issues. No more longer a brother.. or a lover. Gone. Replaced. Just no more.

Another hit. Too hard to be a slap but he's numb.

"Look at me, Dean! Fight it! I need you to fight!"

The hunger to keep killing is threatening to take root. To find a home inside him and he won't be able to make it leave again. He feels it caressing all of his weak spots fondly.

His head turns with the force of another hit. He's too tired to even grunt.

Sam is yelling somewhere in the far distance.. past Cas who is so close, shouting low and frantic in his ear.

He turns away because his voice is like jagged glass and the whispers are so much easier. Floating him closer. He won't have to listen to Cas anymore. Ever again. Just them. They'll be his master and love him.

Dean only sees slivers of what's in front of him like its through a red film.

"Leave him the fuck alone!" Sam is pulling at Cas' shoulder but he doesn't turn to look at him. He's staring right at Dean. Huh. His eyes must be open then.

The next wave is pulling back to ram into him. When it breaks, he'll be gone. The darkness will have him and he'll have the darkness.

Vaguely, he knew that his angel had tried all his tricks and they weren't going to be enough. He's sad not because he'll miss his brother..and Cas.. but because he won't There won't be anything of him left to.

Cas slams into his lips, desperately kissing him. Dean is too far gone to respond but he feels it.

Somewhere far off he knows Sam is just standing shocked and watching open-mouthed behind Cas' shoulder.

"Dean, come back to me. Please, Dean." He says between every kiss. Over and Over like a prayer.

Dean whimpers. It's so much harder to fight than to give in.

"Please, Dean. Come back." Cas' eyes are wet with tears but he won't stop kissing him desperately, moving back to see his face every time.

He wants to tell him just let him go. The rabid impulses inside him are tearing his mind apart and it hurts to pause and even see Cas anymore.

He's holding Dean's head and sobbing Enochian in his ear. He catches snippets. His name, the name for their symbol, a lot of other gibberish but said with such heartbreak.

Slowly, he begins to feel a subtle warmth inside him along side the awful things. The wave still pulls back but now it's almost as if all the spoiled parts of his mind are going with it. Like a lanced boil or fever broken.. it's dragging all the crazy with it. It doesn't feel like it's rushing back to consume him anymore. It's just rolling away. At the end his mind clears and the mad sickness is gone.

Dean rubs his temple against Cas now. He pulls back and grabs the sides of Dean's face. When he sees his green eyes are clear, he kisses him again. Just a firm press of lips that he keeps against him. Clutching him, he runs fingers through his damp hair.

"Thank you," he hears Cas whisper but he's not sure if it's to him.

Suddenly, he reaches into Dean's jean pocket and pulls out the Impala's keys. It's intimate and he barely bites back the moan as his fingers brush his cock for a second before he finds them. He would have tried to jump Cas right in front of his brother if he wasn't restrained.

Cas drops the keys at their feet and without breaking Dean's eye contact says, "Burn the bodies. He will be at your motel room."

One minute Dean's looking at his brother's dumbstruck face, the next he's on his back, bouncing with the force of them landing on the mattress.

Cas covers his mouth and it's hard to breathe. They fight for dominance for a minute. He makes Cas work for it until he manages to roll Dean back onto his back, pushing his body down to trap him.

"I did not think I would be able to stop, so I brought us here. I'm sorry about Sam.."

"It's fine, I'll.." He pushes away all the scared thoughts about what Sam had just seen. "Later." He'd worry about it later. Now he was all rushing emotions and blood flowing lower. He'd gone from almost losing himself completely to being brought back from the edge and suddenly everything tasted sweeter. He felt a flood of happiness as the dark thoughts were no where in sight. He felt purified. Electric. Cleansed. Hungry.

The scars over his mind are still there and it's still an open wound to think about but it's not something he has to constantly fight back like a second passenger vying for control to take the wheel.

He gasps when Cas shoves his hand inside Dean's pants, impatiently, and finds his hard dick. "It's fine." Dean repeats again, panting between kisses. "Just get your goddamn pants off."

Cas gets up and sheds his clothing quickly, without taking his eyes off Dean. On the bed, Dean starts pulling his own clothes off. Cas smacks his hands away and strips him with shaking hands.

Naked, Cas' eyes roam all over Dean's body, stopping over his many scratches and bites.

"You were almost.." He slaps Dean across the face, then kisses him just as hard.

"I almost lost you twice within.." Uncharacteristically, Cas can't seem to finish a thought.

"You are infuriating." Slams Dean back into the mattress.

"I know." Dean says, fighting upwards to kiss him.

Cas breaks away to growl, "Reckless."

Dean kisses him again. "I know, I know."

"Dean." He pins him down, eyes intense and steady. "You will not make me feel this way again."

Dean can't help smirking. Cas is managing to frown so serious with lips all pink and swollen. Hair sticking up, sexy.

Cas tilts his head when he sees Dean smile and his eyes go dark. There's a flash of threat before he crawls up Dean's body to pins his arms with his legs, bent knees on either side of his head. He gets a fistful of short hair and forces his head up.

"Open your mouth for me. If you can smile, you can use your mouth more favorably."

"Cas.."

"Now."

Dean parts his mouth a little and feels embarrassed that he's letting Cas use him like this so blatantly. But it's also turning him on. Fucked up, but in the best way.

"More."

Dean doesn't smile again because that set him off already but he sucks in his bottom lip and let's his tongue wet over it before he widens his lips.

Cas inhales sharply, fingers tightening. Teasing Cas was kinda fun.

Angling his hips, he thrusts forward into Dean's mouth and groans. Dean tightens his lips around him and revels in the little noises Cas is making with each forward motion. He gags a little but Cas doesn't let up. He fucks his mouth without mercy for a good minute.

"Open your eyes." He hears from the wrecked voice above him.

He does and Cas bites his own lip as he stares down at him, pumping forward. If he could stroke his cock, he'd cum right then from Cas' looking down at him that way.

Cas' pushes in and holds himself halfway down Dean's throat but pulls back without cumming. Dean gasps for air as he shifts back and makes his way down Dean's body. He kisses his lips, tongue rubbing against his. Skips his way down his neck, over his nipples, along the trail of light hair that leads lower.

"You are so beautiful. Your soul is bright. It is difficult to look at.."

He shoves his legs apart enough that his knees touch the mattress. Turning his head to bite the sensitive skin of his inner thigh he mumbles, "Glorious."

He ignores Dean's aching cock except to move it out of the way. Cas licks his most intimate place and it feels.. good. Embarrassing, but good.. like almost everything they do.

"I have prepared for this." Seeing Cas with a small bottle of lube, he almost laughs. The trip to get that must have been interesting. Arousal wars with his anxiety for a second. He thinks about Cas telling him to remember how good his fingers felt inside him.

Those fingers are pushing into him now and he forces himself to relax. Cas' spends several minutes opening him up while gripping Dean's dick, making his eyes roll back. Then they're gone and Cas is above him. He leans down and kisses him gently before moving to his jaw. He braces his hands below Dean's ass to hold him up. He's nipping his ear when he pushes the head of his cock in.

Dean winces and grunts in pain at the intrusive pressure. Cas bites down hard on his earlobe and it distracts him. Dean's cock twitches between them and he grabs Cas' shoulders. He almost withdraws and slowly slides in again.

Fuck does it hurt and he wants to resist it except the feel of Cas being inside him.. so close.. is making him want to sob with relief. It's worth this pain and he raises his legs a little to get him deeper.

Cas grabs his under his knee and changes the angle a bit and Jesus Fuck, there it is. His mouth is hanging open, eyes shut tight when Cas hits that magical little spot of awesome again. Harder.

"Cas.."

His cock is fisted and being jerked upwards now. Pre-cum is all over his stomach. Only a few more thrusts and pumps more and his cum pours out of him. His fingers grip Cas' shoulders so hard it would bruise a human.

A few minutes later, his breathing settles and Cas pulls out, smiling. Dean looks down and sees his thick cock still hard.

"Why didn't you, ya know.."

"It's our first time.. and I almost lost you. I felt you and I couldn't stop it. I'm not ready for this to be over with yet."

Dean laughs tiredly as Cas starts kissing his chest. He stops laughing when he begins to lick Dean's cum off his stomach. Meeting his eyes he laps at it like a fucking cat. Holy shit, he's trying to kill him.

He might have stopped breathing as Cas licks a long strip through the white sticky mess and moves up to kiss Dean, forcing his cum covered tongue deep into his mouth. He tastes himself and moans around Cas' tongue.

Cas turns him over and hooks an arm around his middle, pulling him up on all fours.

"It's too soon," Dean says, voice hoarse.

He drags fingers down his ass and pushes two in. "Maybe, but you'll take it anyway because I want you to." He curls his fingers. "Won't you, Dean?"

"Yes." He gasps, roughly.

Cas teases his wet hole, bracing his hand on the small of Dean's back as he adds another finger and shoves deeper. The fingers slide in without resistance with Cas' previous fucking to ease the way.

"Despite your natural stubbornness, you do obey orders very well."

Dean rolls his eyes but only because he knows Cas can't see it. He gets an urge to test him but loses the thought when the good feelings actually make his limp cock pulse with interest. He drops his head to the mattress.

"Cas, you're gonna kill me."

"No, you yourself almost accomplished that twice today."

He grips Dean's hip hard, skin bunching in his fingers. Dean grits his teeth but moans as Cas' fingers pick up speed. He has a full erection now as if he didn't just cum 10 minutes ago.

Cas removes his fingers and lines up his dick. He pushes in with one fluid motion until Dean's ass is flush against his balls. Dean's breath punches out of him and he fists the sheets with white knuckles.

"Holy fuck!"

"That is the idea." Cas says pulling back to ram forward again.

"Ugghh." Dean whimpers and reaches down to find his own dick, hanging painfully hard between his legs.

Fingers pull his head back abruptly by the hair. "What are you doing?"

"C'mon, what you think?"

"You will not touch yourself, Dean." He begins to rock his hips forward again.

"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me."

"I believe you said you were not ready."

"Yeah, but obviously.."

"If you want to find release then it will be without touching yourself."

"Cas.." and God does that sound like whining. "I don't even think that's possible."

"Then it seems you will just have to endure." His fingers stroke through his short hair before he brings them back to Dean's hip. Grabbing both hips hard like handles, he surges forward until he bottoms out.

Dean makes a moan that sounds like a growl.

"Fuck, Cas please."

"I do enjoy your begging."

"Yeah and you know how much I hate it so c'mon."

"Do you really? You do it so well."

Cas puts his hand on Dean's shoulder and keeps a steady bruising pace. Dean's shivering at how amazing it feels. His neglected dick leaks now, hanging in limbo. He tries not to think about it and focuses on Cas' diving forward and the hot little noises he makes everytime he pumps into him.

Dean goes down on his forearms to brace himself for the constant surges. Skin beats skin, sounding lewd and fucking hot. For a second he thinks he hears the sound of Cas' wings thrashing as he stills against him and Dean is shocked by his orgasm.. dick pumping spurts of sticky white mess all over the bed below him.

"Shit," he breathes with his eyes too wide but not really seeing anything. The lights are out.

Cas withdraws and falls back on his back, Dean turns so he's laying next to him. They catch their breath and his eyes begin to adjust with the moonlight leaking through the curtains.

"Damn, is the streetlight out too?"

"If I had to estimate, I would say the majority of the power to the city is no longer functioning."

"Jesus Cas, you're like a natural freaking disaster."

Cas smiles at the ceiling, still panting slightly. "I feel as though I might have extinguished the stars themselves."

Dean stops and watches his face. "Cas, I.."

He turns his head towards him.

"You gotta know I'm.." he searches for the words.

Cas simply smiles and strokes his face.

"I do." He leans forward and kisses him gently. "I know."

Author's Note: So.. I got a wee bit carried away. Not that I've ever heard anyone complain about length. Either way, hope you're enjoying it. Thanks for all my lovely comments, loves.