Hungry and Hollow 2
Title: Hungry and Hollow
Author: guardiancastiel
Characters/Pairings: vampire!Dean/Gabriel [eventually], Castiel, vampire!Sam
Ratings: R
Genre: dark!AU
Word Count: 1924 : WIP
Spoilers: Everything just to play safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary: The plot bunny was given to me by semaniac99 In which: Have a routine hunt go wrong and dean gets turned into a vampire while sam, as far as gabriel knows, is either dead or missing or turned and out hunting
he is just not there when gabriel shows up
vampires mate for life and dean knows who he wants. can have either an established relationship or have this be the first time.
dark!!!!
dean is very dark and clearly soulless :)
Title From: Santa Monica - Everclear
Previous Chapter: Hungry and Hollow
He laughed and laughed. It was almost like a cackle, like the shrill screech of the Evil Queen in Snow White after she became an old hag, only deeper.
“Untie me,” Dean cut off his laughing, and began to thrash side to side.
Gabriel moved forward to comply, but was halted when Castiel placed a firm hand on his chest.
“Those bastards tied me pretty tight,” a smile flashed over Dean’s bruised and scratched face.
Gabriel quickly understood Castiel’s hand on his chest; the man in front of them was no longer human.
“Come on! Untie me!” He flailed violently.
“Dean, where’s Sam?” Castiel asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Untie me,” Dean’s lips drew up into a sneer. “Untie me! Untie me! Untie me,” he roared, continuously whipping to and fro, causing the ropes to bite deeper into his flesh.
“He’s been turned,” Gabriel whispered.
Castiel nodded.
“Un - fucking - tie me,” Dean breathed out heavily.
“Gabriel,” Castiel whispered.
The archangel quickly shook away his shock and pressed two firm fingers to the forehead of the stranger in front of them.
Dean promptly went limp as Gabriel let his fingers slide down off of him.
“What are we going to do?” Castiel questioned.
“I sort of thought you’d have that figured out, little bro.”
“No, I have not had the time nor the exact concentration -,” Gabriel pressed his finger to his brother’s lips.
“Enough talk, a little more action. Help me untie him, will ya?”
With one swift tug, the ropes that held Dean to the tree fell off of him. The sleeping man fell lifelessly into Castiel’s arms.
“Where to next?” Gabriel questioned as he slung one of Dean’s arms over his shoulders.
&&&
“Jesus, Cas, did you pull this out of your ass?”
“It’ll do,” Castiel lowered Dean down to the floor, crouching beside him just enough to secure shackles around the man’s wrists.
“Think those will hold him?”
Gabriel inquired as he inspected the jail cell of the small abandoned prison Castiel had led him to.
“This place might be old, but trust me, it’ll get the job done for the time being,” Castiel stepped out of the cell and shut it’s door behind him. “One of us will have to stay behind.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Gabriel shook his head. “Uh, what the hell are you talking about?”
“One of us has to find Sam, and the other -,” Castiel tilted his head towards Dean’s slouching body. “Has to stay with him.”
Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat, and then continued normally.
He was afraid; truthfully and honestly afraid, not only of the thing that was in the cage, but of what would come next.
“I’ll be back,” Castiel stated and disappeared.
Gabriel nodded, keeping his eyes on Dean. He waited; for a stirring or a twitch but nothing came.
“I’m dead. I’m not going to move that much,” Dean laughed.
Gabriel’s nerves jumped, and he exhaled hard.
“You look pretty spry for a corpse.”
Dean’s head lolled side to side.
“Well, listen to you, Mr. Joker,” he sneered, florescent moonlight shone down from a small barred window way above his head onto his face.
Gabriel flared out his hands.
“Call me enthusiastic.”
Dean jerked, yanking hard at the chains that held him to the wall.
“Are these for business or pleasure?” He shook one of his wrists, rattling the constraints.
Gabriel smirked. “You know, for a decaying time bomb, you’re pretty lively.”
“I’m still Dean,” he flashed a wicked smile, bearing all his teeth like a leering dog.
“I beg to differ.”
“Okay,” he licked his lips seductively. “But, I can bet you’ll like me better.”
Gabriel never in his life wanted anything more than for Castiel to return quickly.
&&&
She screamed; high pitched and sharp, but that only made Sam press her body harder into the brick wall of the dark alley.
“That’s it,” he pinned her arms above her head. “Scream for me.” He pressed himself into her back, grinding his hips against her, sickeningly.
Tears dripped down her face, the rough wall scraped against her lips, causing her to taste it’s cold surface.
He buried his face into her hair, drawing in her scent; burying it deep into his memory.
And then he let her go.
She took her chance, like any other sane person would. Sam could swear he had never seen anybody run as fast as her.
“This is going to be fun,” he said, sniggering as he bared his fangs.
At first they would cut him; his lips and tongue. And he would bleed and swallow the blood down, greedily.
He had gotten it down to a tee now, no more nicks in the gums or a shredded tongue. No, now he was damn near a pro at it. And if he thought being a hunter was exhilarating before, being an actual creature equipped every possible predatory sense made his past life seem like child’s play.
Sam liked himself better this way, no rules. No fucking moral compass to lug him in the right direction; just blood and blood and blood, all the time.
“Run, baby,” he laughed through his grotesque fangs. “Because it’ll be scarier if you stop.”
The woman tripped some distance away from him and Sam merely kept pacing towards her, like one of those crazed serial killers right out of an 80’s slasher movie.
She was frozen; in a state of shock unable to get up off the ground and as Sam came towards her, she shrieked.
“Sshh,” Sam pressed a finger to his lips. “Screaming only excites me.”
The woman snapped her mouth shut.
“But don’t worry,” he crouched down beside her. “Either way, you’re going to die.”
Without mercy, he grabbed the back of her head and brought her neck it to his mouth, ripping out a chuck of her jugular violently.
The small choked noises she emitted after that only lasted for a couple of seconds. Sam sucked her dry before her body could even drop temperature. He was getting better, faster, stronger.
Dean would be proud.
Dean.
&&&
“Where’s Sam?”
“Who’s Sam?” Dean toyed.
Gabriel sighed. It had been like this for awhile; Dean dancing around questions and averting the subject of his brother elsewhere.
“This isn’t a joke, Dean,” the archangel tried to be as serious as he possibly could be, but his emotions hard all become so convoluted.
At one moment, he had merely been a surveyor into Dean’s life. Watching the man persevere in the fight against angels and demons, not to mention against him sometimes They had shared a brief moment once, where Dean had instructed him to stand up against his own brother; murder his kin, like it was something easy and routine.
Gabriel knew what that meant in the big picture, even though at the time he hated Dean for asking him to do what Dean so obviously couldn’t when it came to Sam.
In the end, Gabriel had tried for the most part, and failed. He was only so lucky that Lucifer let him live.
Dean had given him props for trying, and they had become friends, or at least enemies of a lesser extent.
Gabriel understood Team Free Will needed him, and so he was there whenever the shit got too thick for just three.
It would be a lie to say Gabriel hadn’t ‘considered’ Dean, a blatant flat-out lie that the archangel hadn’t developed some more than platonic feelings for the man.
Everything had changed, though.
Dean’s eyelids drooped low, an evil smile painted on his lips.
“Why don’t you come in here?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Gabriel paced back and forth outside the old cell.
“Aw, is it just because I’m a little old vampire now?”
“From my experience, leeches tend to bite,” the archangel smacked his lips.
“Oh, I won’t bite hard. Just a little nibble,” he licked his lips. “Just enough to give me a taste, that’s all.”
“Tempting.”
Dean laughed. “Oh, it’s funny because it’s true. You want me, admit it..”
“I don’t want you,” the angel tried to sound strong; plausible. He couldn’t help but realize that his voice quivered ever so slightly at the middle of the sentence.
A guttural noise escaped from behind Dean’s lips. “Well, I want you, or at least-,” he looked down at himself. “Something in here did. Still kind of does, it wants you bad, and I’m going to have to give it to you.”
Gabriel’s breath caught.
“So, why don’t you come in here and loosen these chains?”
&&&
Castiel followed the news reports.
Attacks on women mostly, gruesome murders, victims exsanguinated. If they didn’t lead him to Sam, they might lead him to some information.
But, thankfully, Sam hadn’t left the state or the two hundred mile radius.
“Fucking psycho’s,” a girl with a cigarette half hanging out her mouth breathed, the small smoking stick bounced up and down.
“Yeah, man. The fucking world is totally sick,” the guy standing next to her shook his head at the T.V screen’s in front of them.
Castiel had stuck his head into a Radioshack hoping to catch any news updates. His ear had strayed into a conversation a young couple was having, amazingly he got more info out of them than any news station managed to report.
“They said the guy that ripped that chick up is still out there,” the girl let out a ring of smoke before removing the cigarette from her mouth.
“Shit yeah, and you know they ain’t going to catch him till he’s ripped up at least six more,” the guy nodded.
“Do they have any leads?” Castiel piped.
The couple turned to face him.
“Not really, they just say he’s one tall motherfucker,” the young man laughed.
“Shut up, Tony,” the girl flicked her cigarette, causing ashes to fall from it’s lighted tip. “A friend of mine lives near the place where they found the first girl. She says she saw a guy fitting the murderer’s description wandering around her apartment building, so she called the cops.”
“Ma’am, you can’t smoke in here,” a Radioshack worker commented.
“Bite me,” the woman spat. “Anyway, the cops say that guy checked out,” she laughed, throatily. “But, you know every fucking psycho gets away at least once. Cops are just dumb assess like that.”
“You suspect the killer is still in town?” Castiel questioned.
“He has to be, they found another body, right Trish?”
Trish nodded. “In a ditch just outside of town.”
“Ma’am you can’t smoke in here.”
&&&
The cops had been in and out quick, because the ditch where the girl had been dumped just wasn’t secluded enough to just toddle around. It was near a road, and it was a wonder that nobody saw a girl get murdered just a few feet away, but it happened and brutally from the amount of blood that had soaked into the ground.
Castiel didn’t need to break the caution tape, he was almost entirely sure Sam had been the cause of this murder and the other and -.
A twig snapped in the distance.
Castiel whipped his head around, he craned his neck towards the woods surrounding him and listened for any noise the wind carried.
Nothing stirred, not even his breath seemed to echo in the night.
“An angel's blood,” a deep voice growled from behind him.
Before he could turn, Castiel felt the bright sting of multiple jagged edges cut into the tender flesh of his neck.
Author: guardiancastiel
Characters/Pairings: vampire!Dean/Gabriel [eventually], Castiel, vampire!Sam
Ratings: R
Genre: dark!AU
Word Count: 1924 : WIP
Spoilers: Everything just to play safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary: The plot bunny was given to me by semaniac99 In which: Have a routine hunt go wrong and dean gets turned into a vampire while sam, as far as gabriel knows, is either dead or missing or turned and out hunting
he is just not there when gabriel shows up
vampires mate for life and dean knows who he wants. can have either an established relationship or have this be the first time.
dark!!!!
dean is very dark and clearly soulless :)
Title From: Santa Monica - Everclear
Previous Chapter: Hungry and Hollow
He laughed and laughed. It was almost like a cackle, like the shrill screech of the Evil Queen in Snow White after she became an old hag, only deeper.
“Untie me,” Dean cut off his laughing, and began to thrash side to side.
Gabriel moved forward to comply, but was halted when Castiel placed a firm hand on his chest.
“Those bastards tied me pretty tight,” a smile flashed over Dean’s bruised and scratched face.
Gabriel quickly understood Castiel’s hand on his chest; the man in front of them was no longer human.
“Come on! Untie me!” He flailed violently.
“Dean, where’s Sam?” Castiel asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Untie me,” Dean’s lips drew up into a sneer. “Untie me! Untie me! Untie me,” he roared, continuously whipping to and fro, causing the ropes to bite deeper into his flesh.
“He’s been turned,” Gabriel whispered.
Castiel nodded.
“Un - fucking - tie me,” Dean breathed out heavily.
“Gabriel,” Castiel whispered.
The archangel quickly shook away his shock and pressed two firm fingers to the forehead of the stranger in front of them.
Dean promptly went limp as Gabriel let his fingers slide down off of him.
“What are we going to do?” Castiel questioned.
“I sort of thought you’d have that figured out, little bro.”
“No, I have not had the time nor the exact concentration -,” Gabriel pressed his finger to his brother’s lips.
“Enough talk, a little more action. Help me untie him, will ya?”
With one swift tug, the ropes that held Dean to the tree fell off of him. The sleeping man fell lifelessly into Castiel’s arms.
“Where to next?” Gabriel questioned as he slung one of Dean’s arms over his shoulders.
&&&
“Jesus, Cas, did you pull this out of your ass?”
“It’ll do,” Castiel lowered Dean down to the floor, crouching beside him just enough to secure shackles around the man’s wrists.
“Think those will hold him?”
Gabriel inquired as he inspected the jail cell of the small abandoned prison Castiel had led him to.
“This place might be old, but trust me, it’ll get the job done for the time being,” Castiel stepped out of the cell and shut it’s door behind him. “One of us will have to stay behind.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Gabriel shook his head. “Uh, what the hell are you talking about?”
“One of us has to find Sam, and the other -,” Castiel tilted his head towards Dean’s slouching body. “Has to stay with him.”
Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat, and then continued normally.
He was afraid; truthfully and honestly afraid, not only of the thing that was in the cage, but of what would come next.
“I’ll be back,” Castiel stated and disappeared.
Gabriel nodded, keeping his eyes on Dean. He waited; for a stirring or a twitch but nothing came.
“I’m dead. I’m not going to move that much,” Dean laughed.
Gabriel’s nerves jumped, and he exhaled hard.
“You look pretty spry for a corpse.”
Dean’s head lolled side to side.
“Well, listen to you, Mr. Joker,” he sneered, florescent moonlight shone down from a small barred window way above his head onto his face.
Gabriel flared out his hands.
“Call me enthusiastic.”
Dean jerked, yanking hard at the chains that held him to the wall.
“Are these for business or pleasure?” He shook one of his wrists, rattling the constraints.
Gabriel smirked. “You know, for a decaying time bomb, you’re pretty lively.”
“I’m still Dean,” he flashed a wicked smile, bearing all his teeth like a leering dog.
“I beg to differ.”
“Okay,” he licked his lips seductively. “But, I can bet you’ll like me better.”
Gabriel never in his life wanted anything more than for Castiel to return quickly.
&&&
She screamed; high pitched and sharp, but that only made Sam press her body harder into the brick wall of the dark alley.
“That’s it,” he pinned her arms above her head. “Scream for me.” He pressed himself into her back, grinding his hips against her, sickeningly.
Tears dripped down her face, the rough wall scraped against her lips, causing her to taste it’s cold surface.
He buried his face into her hair, drawing in her scent; burying it deep into his memory.
And then he let her go.
She took her chance, like any other sane person would. Sam could swear he had never seen anybody run as fast as her.
“This is going to be fun,” he said, sniggering as he bared his fangs.
At first they would cut him; his lips and tongue. And he would bleed and swallow the blood down, greedily.
He had gotten it down to a tee now, no more nicks in the gums or a shredded tongue. No, now he was damn near a pro at it. And if he thought being a hunter was exhilarating before, being an actual creature equipped every possible predatory sense made his past life seem like child’s play.
Sam liked himself better this way, no rules. No fucking moral compass to lug him in the right direction; just blood and blood and blood, all the time.
“Run, baby,” he laughed through his grotesque fangs. “Because it’ll be scarier if you stop.”
The woman tripped some distance away from him and Sam merely kept pacing towards her, like one of those crazed serial killers right out of an 80’s slasher movie.
She was frozen; in a state of shock unable to get up off the ground and as Sam came towards her, she shrieked.
“Sshh,” Sam pressed a finger to his lips. “Screaming only excites me.”
The woman snapped her mouth shut.
“But don’t worry,” he crouched down beside her. “Either way, you’re going to die.”
Without mercy, he grabbed the back of her head and brought her neck it to his mouth, ripping out a chuck of her jugular violently.
The small choked noises she emitted after that only lasted for a couple of seconds. Sam sucked her dry before her body could even drop temperature. He was getting better, faster, stronger.
Dean would be proud.
Dean.
&&&
“Where’s Sam?”
“Who’s Sam?” Dean toyed.
Gabriel sighed. It had been like this for awhile; Dean dancing around questions and averting the subject of his brother elsewhere.
“This isn’t a joke, Dean,” the archangel tried to be as serious as he possibly could be, but his emotions hard all become so convoluted.
At one moment, he had merely been a surveyor into Dean’s life. Watching the man persevere in the fight against angels and demons, not to mention against him sometimes They had shared a brief moment once, where Dean had instructed him to stand up against his own brother; murder his kin, like it was something easy and routine.
Gabriel knew what that meant in the big picture, even though at the time he hated Dean for asking him to do what Dean so obviously couldn’t when it came to Sam.
In the end, Gabriel had tried for the most part, and failed. He was only so lucky that Lucifer let him live.
Dean had given him props for trying, and they had become friends, or at least enemies of a lesser extent.
Gabriel understood Team Free Will needed him, and so he was there whenever the shit got too thick for just three.
It would be a lie to say Gabriel hadn’t ‘considered’ Dean, a blatant flat-out lie that the archangel hadn’t developed some more than platonic feelings for the man.
Everything had changed, though.
Dean’s eyelids drooped low, an evil smile painted on his lips.
“Why don’t you come in here?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Gabriel paced back and forth outside the old cell.
“Aw, is it just because I’m a little old vampire now?”
“From my experience, leeches tend to bite,” the archangel smacked his lips.
“Oh, I won’t bite hard. Just a little nibble,” he licked his lips. “Just enough to give me a taste, that’s all.”
“Tempting.”
Dean laughed. “Oh, it’s funny because it’s true. You want me, admit it..”
“I don’t want you,” the angel tried to sound strong; plausible. He couldn’t help but realize that his voice quivered ever so slightly at the middle of the sentence.
A guttural noise escaped from behind Dean’s lips. “Well, I want you, or at least-,” he looked down at himself. “Something in here did. Still kind of does, it wants you bad, and I’m going to have to give it to you.”
Gabriel’s breath caught.
“So, why don’t you come in here and loosen these chains?”
&&&
Castiel followed the news reports.
Attacks on women mostly, gruesome murders, victims exsanguinated. If they didn’t lead him to Sam, they might lead him to some information.
But, thankfully, Sam hadn’t left the state or the two hundred mile radius.
“Fucking psycho’s,” a girl with a cigarette half hanging out her mouth breathed, the small smoking stick bounced up and down.
“Yeah, man. The fucking world is totally sick,” the guy standing next to her shook his head at the T.V screen’s in front of them.
Castiel had stuck his head into a Radioshack hoping to catch any news updates. His ear had strayed into a conversation a young couple was having, amazingly he got more info out of them than any news station managed to report.
“They said the guy that ripped that chick up is still out there,” the girl let out a ring of smoke before removing the cigarette from her mouth.
“Shit yeah, and you know they ain’t going to catch him till he’s ripped up at least six more,” the guy nodded.
“Do they have any leads?” Castiel piped.
The couple turned to face him.
“Not really, they just say he’s one tall motherfucker,” the young man laughed.
“Shut up, Tony,” the girl flicked her cigarette, causing ashes to fall from it’s lighted tip. “A friend of mine lives near the place where they found the first girl. She says she saw a guy fitting the murderer’s description wandering around her apartment building, so she called the cops.”
“Ma’am, you can’t smoke in here,” a Radioshack worker commented.
“Bite me,” the woman spat. “Anyway, the cops say that guy checked out,” she laughed, throatily. “But, you know every fucking psycho gets away at least once. Cops are just dumb assess like that.”
“You suspect the killer is still in town?” Castiel questioned.
“He has to be, they found another body, right Trish?”
Trish nodded. “In a ditch just outside of town.”
“Ma’am you can’t smoke in here.”
&&&
The cops had been in and out quick, because the ditch where the girl had been dumped just wasn’t secluded enough to just toddle around. It was near a road, and it was a wonder that nobody saw a girl get murdered just a few feet away, but it happened and brutally from the amount of blood that had soaked into the ground.
Castiel didn’t need to break the caution tape, he was almost entirely sure Sam had been the cause of this murder and the other and -.
A twig snapped in the distance.
Castiel whipped his head around, he craned his neck towards the woods surrounding him and listened for any noise the wind carried.
Nothing stirred, not even his breath seemed to echo in the night.
“An angel's blood,” a deep voice growled from behind him.
Before he could turn, Castiel felt the bright sting of multiple jagged edges cut into the tender flesh of his neck.