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There's a feeling in the air when danger is near, a buzzing. The atmosphere is thicker and the littlest sounds stand out more than ever. It's the feeling Dean gets now, stupidly walking down a dingy alley late at night, with no weapons on him. It's the start of a shitty horror movie honestly.
Being a hunter, being raised with and by hunters, Dean knows better. Should know better. He knows he should go back to Baby, parked by the shitty bar he was planning on spending his time at for the rest of the night before retiring back to his motel room, hopefully with a woman if he got lucky.
He may not have made the smartest choices throughout his life, but honestly, this decision had no thoughts put into it. Just instincts and morbid curiosity. Like slowing down while passing by a car crash.
That's not to say there were any tells that something had happened or was even here to begin with. There were no sounds, no knocked-over trash cans, not even a movement out of the corner of his eye. It was more of a feeling that called Dean into the dark space.
Kicking a can, Dean scans the area. Further down, the space was dully lit by a yellow lamp creating a hued painted atmosphere. There were multiple turns to take that led through various other alleys and doorways that led into abandoned houses which no doubt were inhabited by people with nowhere else to go.
“Hello?” Dean called out.
Yup, definitely a horror movie waiting to happen. And Dean's the dumb protagonist everyone wants to yell, ‘Get the hell out of there you idiot!’
There was a crunch behind him and Dean whipped around just in time to block a grab at him. Before Dean could get a proper look at his attacker, he was gripped tightly and thrown against the wall of the alleyway with superhuman strength.
“Mother fucker-” is all Dean was able to gasp out before swiftly taking a knee to the stomach only to be grabbed again and forcibly lifted back to his height.
Now with the new angle, Dean is able to get a somewhat better look at his attacker, a pale man with dark disheveled hair. He appeared to be around Dean's age, wearing a tan trench coat over a white dress shirt enveloped by a loosened tie, and what looked like black dress pants but it was too hard to see in the dark.
A hand grabbed the hair on his nape and pulled backwards, revealing his neck with alarming strength. Despite Dean's attempts to throw the man - or vampire Dean assumes - the other man's arm pushed forcibly against him, keeping him pinned.
The pull against his hair caused Dean's eyes to water, obscuring his vision. The man is now mumbling something; his voice sounds wet and gravelly.
“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” He mumbles against Dean's exposed neck, which was now wet from where the vampire had his lips against it.
“Fucking stop-” Is all Dean is able to huff out, his airways constricted, before he feels a blinding pain. The rest of his sentence is cut off and turned into a panicked cry.
The body pressed against his smushes itself closer as if he's trying to climb inside of Dean. Hot and thick liquid drips down his neck, blood.
Usually, vampires are cruel and unapologetic about their feeding off those they attack. With this one however, there's something off.
Dean's vision is starting to get spotty; he finds his knees going weak. The arm forcing him into the wall relents and instead wraps around his waist, holding him up less forcibly and more gently. Remorseful even.
Dean hears a whimper at his throat, he feels the vibration against his neck, and he realizes the man is shaking.
There's a slick sound, and the teeth in his neck retract. His lips however remain, now kissing at the ravaged spot as if the wound is something to worship.
Dean groans, finding himself disoriented and too weak to shove back. He hears the man mumbling again, this time slightly louder, but his voice is even more destroyed and raspier than before.
“I'm so sorry.” He whispers-almost groaning, his face squished against Dean's neck. “I'm so sorry.”
His words are coming out as inaudible whimpers now, and despite every bone in Dean's body telling him not to, Dean pities the man and the sheer grief in the man's voice. He chooses to ignore the arousal in his gut and what about this fucked up situation inspires it, not the time.
His grip on Dean's hair is much looser now, and Dean's head sags against the man's.
Judging by the man's now crumbling form. Dean feels he can safely assume the vampire doesn't plan on hurting him any further, let alone killing him. If Dean wants to get away, now would be the time.
Dean peers down at the vampire on his knees, his head slumped against Dean's pelvis. His shaking is only worse.
Without the man's strength to hold him up, Dean slides down the wall against his back. Now they're at the same height, but Dean can't get a good look at his ducked face.
For a minute Dean just sits there and watches. He cant bring himself to get up and run, he's too weak, and if the Vampire suddenly decides he doesn't want any witnesses, Dean would be fucked.
Hell, judging by the way all Dean wants to do right now is run his fingers through the man's hair and ask him ‘what's wrong?’ he must already be. What the hell is wrong with him?
Instead, Dean lifts his hands to the man's obscured face and cradles it.
The man flinches at the contact, and Dean frowns.
“Shh, Shh.” He shushes as he lifts his head and moves his hair so he can get a better look at the man.
His eyes are vividly blue, wet and pleading. His face is covered in blood, smeared all around the bottom half of his face.
They stay like that, looking into each other's eyes for several moments.
Dean drags his thumb over the man's bloody lips and he quivers.
“Are you okay?” He questions gently.
The man jerkily nods, still looking into Dean's eyes.
“What's your name?”
He wets his lips before answering scratchily, “Castiel.”
“My name's Dean. Do you know what you are, Castiel?” Dean figures he must be freshly turned. He might not even know what's going on or why.
“A vampire.”
Scratch that, apparently, he does know. Castiel's awareness only makes the situation that much more odd.
Dean tries a smile, “Well Castiel do you need a place to stay?”