Pleasant Surprises
Vampire AU
Summary: Life paths can have unexpected detours.

Authors Note: Vampires mawhahahaha, no twilight here. These be blood suckers. No sex, hard to do with vampires….I think this challenge is set against me. Vampire Dean is lazy because otherwise he'd probably have taken what he wanted at first glance….hope that you enjoy this is a darker story but not due to a dean/cas thing. Well not at each other :-D Hope you enjoy, it was a 1000 word story line and I added to it. A few hours of writing just doesn't offer a lot of something this large….(that's what she said) Finally this might be revisited later as I like this as a story but its too rushed right now to be in love with it….

Deanus Winester –better known now as Dean- was over 750 years young, Dean loved his sire, loved his clan and everything that came with his undead life. However, Dean hadn't wanted the clan to move, but Benny had told him it was time and he couldn't really fight his sire over the fact. He was a fighter, a hunter for the group and when they wanted to move he didn't get a say in when or where they went he just followed. It had been this way for over 500 years, Dean loved his clan but they were bothersome at times.

Which is why almost every week he found himself in the nearby mortal city, just to get out of the mansion and see the rest of the world. Not that the human's world was much better but it held the supplies and a few interesting places that helped Dean to pass the days and weeks by. He was having such an adventure the first time he met Castiel Manuel. The man that would change not only his undead life but the life of his clan also.

Castiel moved to the new town on the run from his last relationship, Meg was hot headed to say the least, when he went from being a boyfriend to a toy it had been the end of the line. It had still taken almost four months to manage a break away, his parents were useless to return to so he set out to make his own way in the world. He had thought about going back to the small town he had grown up in since his arrival but it wasn't worth it. Instead he started a job at a local bookstore and got a cheap apartment and let himself get sucked into a routine.

It was a good thing, and a bad thing, he knew he was being anti-social, he avoided physical and emotional connections while confused most people. He still had marks from Meg and her friends so he had no interest in trying to explain any of them away. So he wore long sleeves and slacks and as many layers as possible. It was a few hours to closing when a customer came in. The man was new, he hadn't recognized him from a previous visit and wondered if he was new to town.

"Can I help you?" Castiel found himself asking before he could think of what he was doing, the puzzled look must have shown because the other man smirked and just shook his head. Ocean green eyes and dirty blond hair rested atop a rather attractive body. It had been almost a year since Castiel noticed another person, he wasn't shocked it was male. He didn't trust females at the moment, not after the last. He licked his lips and went back to work.

Later he would swear he could feel the other man in the bookstore move about, he knew when he was moving to the check out and moved to meet him. "Found everything you were looking for?" he asked as he took the small stack of books and scanned them into the register.

"I believe so, even one I didn't expect," the last few words offered with a smirk to the younger man and after the total was offered and cash paid he collected his bag and headed towards the door.

"Nice to meet you Castiel," he offered and his voice was sweet, tempting, and dangerous rolled into one. Blinking he wondered for a second then remembered his badge, wishing he was bold enough to ask for the others name he smiled and waved.

"Like wise," he offered letting it trail to see if the other would provide a name, he sadly didn't just nodded and left the shop. When Castiel was closing up he promised the next time he saw the man he would ask his name.

Dean had been left feeling a little shocked the week that followed his outing to the bookstore, there was a new worker since the last time he had gone and he was something different. The smell was sex on a stick, temptation was the humans body and he could see the glimmer of the bright soul in his eyes. He had wanted to sip at the blood over a span of the evening and had forced himself to one side of the room. He had gone home and spoken to Benny about the entire evening and he had offered a few suggestions, most of them ending with blood sampling.

Dean wasn't that interested, not that he wasn't tempted but why bother with all the work when he could just go to one of the clubs that the clan set up. People were sickos now a days they would go to any themed club didn't matter that it was the real deal. It did make things easier, but instead of going to the normal feeding ground with the others he found himself going to the park to clear his head not really that hungry. Still thinking of the smell from the bookstore, which could be the only reason why he didn't notice it right away.

He sniffed the air and he could smell the man from the bookstore, apples and cold air. It was unique, something he had never smelt before in his life. One that caused him to move away from his self-appointed task and move towards the smell instead of away and on his own. Temptation was there but all the work of feeding in public didn't seem worth it.

"Castiel, well hello again." He called playfully as he took in the man stretching on a bench clearly out for a run. He stopped his walking and stood directly in front of the other man. "Finally out of the store I see."

"Oh, hello again," the man looked like he wanted to say something and Dean was wondering if he would ask for his name this time, it would at least be a step in the right direction. "I am only in the store a few hours, five days a week."

"Right, silly of me to think otherwise. Are you not warm?" Noting the layers the man still wore while running, hiding his real shape which he was sure was a shame. He knew he wouldn't stay long the temptation starting to make the craving grow and he knew if he didn't leave he would have cleaning up to do. Not to mention sucking someone dry on a park bench wasn't going to stay private.

"Yes, I suppose it was, and no I am not…Wait!" Castiel called as Dean started to walk off and he paused and turned back towards the human waiting as he seemed to gather his courage. "What is your name?"

"Dean."

"Nice to meet you Dean." The vampire offered a smile to the slightly amusing human and nodded as the human started off on a run again as the vampire watched and listened to the heart beat slamming in his chest and not just because of the run he was on. Dean smiled and licked his lips perhaps he would get to taste him after all.

Dean left him and headed down to one of the clubs, it was easy to be permitted in as he had helped to establish the joint. He made his way downstairs and claimed one of the private rooms waiting for one of the human meat-sticks to be delivered. So what if who he ordered happened to look like the bookstore book, he was attractive it meant nothing.

The next time they run into each other it is not good timing, Dean is on a mission and has been sent out to track down and bring back to the clan one of the wolfs they had hired for a job. It had failed and was in hiding. Really sad, pathetic hiding as Dean had already found the location and was just waiting for him to arrive for the evening. The door pushed open and in walked the young man that filled Dean's nose with temptation and desire.

Dean found the scent plugging his scenting ability and making it almost impossible to know where his prey was and if they knew he was here or not. He tried to keep an eye on the area behind him but couldn't and the only thing that Dean could think of was to snap at the child. Doing so he could see the rejection in the others eyes but there wasn't much he could do, the scent wasn't worth getting distracted, wasn't worth the punishment.

"I'm actually here waiting for someone, if you wouldn't mind…"he stated simply trailing off not finishing the sentence knowing that the boy will get it and he does, his eyebrow rasiing and its still taking too long. The door opens again and the smell of wet dog almost overpowers his nose, "I'll see ya around yeah," he stated as he pushed up out of the booth and moved towards the newest addition to the bar.

The wolf caught his eyes and turned to run, Dean put a little bit of speed on and hand grabbed onto the arm of the werewolf before it could take off. "Going somewhere Shane?" he asked with a wide smirk as he started to move them. Moving in a crowd was different when there was two people, you needed to make space enough for both to fit, it could be slow going if you didn't have a decent glare. Thankfully Dean had a look that would clear a room if needed and he used it now to march the other man out of the club and into the back alleyway. Pushing him onto his knees he slapped him across the face before the door had closed.

"What the fuck Shane? Take our money, take our job, make us a promise then fuck off. You think we aren't gonna come calling?" A blow to the head with an open palm which still had more force than what a human could handle. The werewolf's head snapped to he left with the blow and Dean grabbed his face by the chin, squeezing his chin to hold him in place he growled deep in his throat.

"wasn't running…" the wolf panted out and tried to free its face, Dean's hold tightened and he could feel the bones rubbing together under his fingers. He was so focused on the job at hand he almost didn't pick out the smell of temptation hovering just out of sight.

Castiel wasn't sure why he followed Dean, it was clear he wanted some space and had told him he was here waiting for someone else so he wasn't sure why he was upset when he left with another male that had arrived a few seconds before. He hadn't even said goodbye to Castiel before he and the other man was already heading out the side door.

"Dean!" He called wanting to at least say goodbye before he left he wasn't able and watched as the two slipped out the side door, he wouldn't take too much of their time and just wanted to say goodnight so he made his way over pushing the door open slightly and taking in the sight that lay in front of him. He covered his mouth to prevent the gasp that happened.

The new man was kneeling in front of Dean and being held in place while threats fell from Dean's lips. A few slaps were delivered before Dean leaned into the other mans' personal space and started to whisper to him. Castiel couldn't hear what was being said but it clearly terrified the young man on his knees as his whole face when ghost white.

"Please, please, I will do the job, just give me a chance."

"We did, you fucked it up. Why shouldn't I kill you right here?" Castiel's hand flew up to cover his mouth and he looked behind him to see if anyone else heard, they didn't and he took a deep breath and tuned back in. "-need to show we are still strong so you really shouldn't have fucked us over Shane." What happened next Castiel is sure was him adding to the story, there was no way possible-right?!

Dean attacked, biting into the man's neck, teeth digging in and pulling away flesh, tendons, and muscle. A scream filled the night and as Dean spat the part of Shane onto the ground the blood started, Castiel covered his mouth again this time to keep his dinner in his throat. He had enough excitement for the evening, he collected his jacket and headed home, he would figure out everything tomorrow. He was too tired to try and put it all together tonight. What was clear it seemed was that his new and only possible friend was a murder. Go figure.

Dean knew the moment that Castiel left, it was shortly after he took a chunk of wolf out of the kneeling bastard in front of him. It took another bite and a knife finally sliding home into the heart before the animal finally fell dead at his feet. He knew he had a problem, the human knew things but just enough to make him dangerous, but something in Dean screamed that he could wait a day and he needed to talk to Benny about this. He called in the kill and waiting with the semi hidden body until the clean up crew arrived. He left them to the clean up as he raced back home he needed to talk to Benny and figure out what to do next. The slightly older vampire was waiting for him when he arrived.

"How is our wolf problem?"

"Taken care of."

"Perfect, I knew I could count on you."

"Always can and will," Dean offered with a smirk and Benny waved for him to follow as they made their way past the few vampires standing around and into Benny's office.

"What's bothering ya br'ther?"

"I was see," he stated without any beating around the bush it was a simple fact he had been seen in almost three hundred years he was too good to be seen and if he was to be honest he could have avoided it tonight but he didn't want to hide it anymore, he wanted to nibble and taste the man and if this helped speed it up. He started to explain that this was the same man they had been talking about a few weeks before and Dean knew he was in trouble when a look of concentration formed on his face. It only got worse every second that he grin started to grow and take off the others face.

"Well its simple then, you either kill him or claim him. I will give you five days to decide unless the human speaks out of turn then you will need to complete your killing in less than twelve."

"He'll keep his mouth shut," Benny frowned slightly his eyes narrowing but he remained silent on the comment.

"Let's hope your right. Five days." Then dean was dismissed and he found himself back in his bedroom planning his conversation with the human. It wasn't until the next day when he found himself back at the bookstore that he realized he still didn't know what to say or do. It was a first in a long time, so long that Dean had almost forgotten the feelings of butterflies. He didn't miss them. He pushed open the door and saw the scared deer in the headlights that looked to him. Castiel just waved and set back to work, clear that he was nervous and Dean made his way to the row of books he was currently stacking them in.

"Hello Castiel, how are you today?"

"Fine thank you, "there was a pause as if the human was debating with himself then he pushed on. "I hope all is well."

"Couldn't be better." He moved behind the human and leaned forward pushing him into the stacks and holding him in place as he smelt the back of his neck. "I have a very important question for you." He stated taking another deep breath of the scent before leaning forward and placing his lips on the back of the humans neck.

While the heartbeat picked up and the breathing changed it wasn't because he was scared. It was shocking that this shy little human wasn't shitting his pants or at least approaching heart attack area. Sure his heart was racing but not because of fear, it hadn't started to pick up until Dean took over his personal space. "If you only had a day left to live what would you do?"

The words were heavy in the air and Castiel tried to think about them with a body pressing against him. He kept trying to remember that this man had killed, Castiel had watched him bite out another's neck in the middle of a dirty alley but that didn't seem to matter. His hips having a mind of their own and pushing back without a thought, thankfully he stopped himself before he could start to rub against anything but the temptation was rising.

"I guess what everyone else would, fill as much of my bucket list as possible."

"I could kill you right now, rip out your throat, drain you dry and fuck you till you were empty and you couldn't stop me. What do you want to happen before your end?" Fangs appearing as he stepped further into the other man's personal space and spun him around so he had to face the new terror.

Castiel's eyes widened and his mouth dropped but no sound came out of it. His eyes were focused on the fangs and he couldn't blink or tear his eyes away. It was like watching a car crash, you knew you should look away but you can't help it. "What do you want before you die," the question was an old favorite, he hadn't used it in years. Back in the day it had been the lead up to him taking his fill the only thing that stopped him from draining this sweet smelling Angel of a human was the answer he provided.

"Revenge," there wasn't any pause this time and the humans eyes darken slightly at the thought. Dean watches as the eyes flicker and the soul he had seen days before shows a spark of evil in it as memories flash for the human. "I want to show up all the people from my home town and put some of them in their place. I can think of three I would want to kill if I wasn't going to have to face the problem." Castiel was shocked at his own words and hands covered his mouth just as he stated it.

"What would you say if I can make that happen?" Dean could work with the blood thirst he was presented and Benny had told him he had five days, so what if a few of them were spend killing some folks. "Why do these people deserve to die?"

"I doubt they deserve to die, this is just game, right." His breath is halted as Dean steps into his personal space and just offers a fang filled smile.

"Why do you want revenge?" A deep breath from Castiel and Dean wonders for a second if he will tell him at all then its like opening the flood gates the story starts to flow and Dean finds himself being sucked into the tale. He moves over and locks the front door and flips the sign after Castiel finishes telling about the abuse he had handled from his parents. Dean's blood if possible was already boiling. Human parents were meant to protect their young, not make them feel like shit, he growled slowly when Castiel told him they never touched him. That didn't make it better, and then he pushed on.

How his parents pushed him into dating and he had started to go out with a woman, someone he thought was safe and then she had pulled him into the BDSM clubs before he was ready. He winced remembering some of the times over the years that he had been held and tortured which was what a scene was without permission. When Castiel stated he was marked from the sessions Dean once more growled and was shocked that he was becoming so protective wasn't this about the smell, the blood didn't he just want a sip and that would be it.

When Castiel finally showed him his left arm that was covered in no less than fifty overlapping burn marks that spelt out Alastair that all he could see was blood and it wasn't Castiel's he wanted. No it was the man that had marked and harmed his mate. Castiel took a step back as the growling increased and he found his back to the books as he faced Dean.

"We are going on a road trip."

The End for Now…