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17. Helpless
Everything seemed to pass in a blur for Castiel. He remembered meeting the female vampire – Hayley – at the bar and instantly being put at ease. She was funny and warm and while Castiel did not feel any attraction towards her, he certainly did not peg her as a threat. She had bought him a drink but only a few minutes after drinking it, Castiel began to feel dizzy and the room started to spin. Then Hayley had dropped the friendly act.
"Silly goose," she clucked, wrapping one of his arms around her neck and smiling warmly at the bartender. "He just can't hold his alcohol!"
Castiel tried to tell the bartender that he was being kidnapped but his fuzzy mouth and swollen tongue couldn't form the words. Once outside, Hayley heaved him down an alleyway. Castiel tried to fight back but whatever she had done to his drink had all but knocked him out.
"Don't you know not to accept drinks from strangers?" she said. "Silly man. If only it was this easy to take down the Winchesters."
Castiel felt a brief pang of alarm before Hayley picked up a plank of wood and hit him around the head. When he awoke with a splitting headache, it was to find himself bound and gagged in a living room with a searing pain in his neck and a vampire girl on his lap. The rest was blurry from there. He barely heard the footsteps that announced the arrival of Sam and Dean but when a horrified Dean called his name, Castiel had managed to muster up the strength to lift his head and look at his human. He tried to warn Dean that it was a trap – not that Dean was stupid enough to not pick that up – but the gag prevented him from doing so and, having exhausted the last of his strength, he let his head drop again.
Castiel lapsed into a state of semi-consciousness, vaguely aware of Dean cutting his bonds and pulling him up, and he was only roused when he felt himself pushed back into the chair he had been sitting in. He summoned the strength to lift his head again and was horrified to see that Dean had been tied to another chair and seemed to be yelling something at Hayley. Castiel's head was forced back, he felt warm breath on his throat and then he was in agony as the teeth pierced the skin and more sweet blood was sucked out of his veins.
"CAS!" he heard Dean yell but he was barely holding on to consciousness as it was – he couldn't reassure Dean, no matter how much he wanted to. How ironic, that he had spent years protecting and saving his Dean and now he was in the very same position.
Castiel hated being helpless.