Dean Winchester follows his little brother to the small town of Forks, Washington. There he finds Castiel, a member of the mysterious Caelum family, and Dean doesnt know what to make of him. Regardless of having more questions than answers, he cant help but fall deeper and deeper into a pair of blue eyes as he heads down a road that can put his loved ones in mortal peril. My take on Twilight with Destiel as the stars of the show.
“No fucking buts Cas, just put your fucking fangs in my body already. Jesus Christ.” He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, but Cas could be pretty clueless. It should go over his head.
Cas’ eyebrows raised.
It's been too long since Cas has last fed, and Dean only has one reasonable solution. He gets more than he bargained for as reluctance and pain turns into longing and desire.
My newest fic :) Destiel Vampire AU PWP with vampire!Cas. Slight crack, lots of smut, some humor. I’m getting back into writing so comments/critiques is always appreciated!
A Supernatural/Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines crossover by Taymarpigeon
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Additional Warnings in End Note
Word Count: 225,821
From clubs to underground caverns, seedy motels, haunted hotels and exclusive mansions, Los Angeles has it all. It's a place for the pretty and the hopeful, but beneath its star-spangled façade are shadowy corners harbouring the vagrant and the vagabond alike. It's a world of corruption, sex and violence, Detective Dean Winchester has learnt to navigate with ease.
Eight years at Santa Monica PD could never have prepared him for the underbelly of this so-called City of Angels though.
Dean knows the shadows, he knows them intimately, but is he prepared for the World of Darkness?
I don’t know how to say this in person, so Sam suggested writing it down. I didn’t tell him what you were, just that we had a fight.
But the real problem is that I have no idea what to say to you. I mean, what do you say when your best friend tells you out of the blue he drinks blood to survive? And that he’s over four hundred years old? This is even too wild for the pulps I read as a kid.
I think I’m going to take that job in San Francisco. It’d still be trucking across the country, so I’ll probably swing back around to Chicago at some point.
I’ll let you know.
Dean
June 3, 1982
Dear Dean,
I hope this letter reaches you before you relocate permanently. I understand what I told you, and showed you, had to be a major shock. It never seemed like a good time to tell you, but I couldn’t stand living a lie any longer. I don’t tend to make friends easily, but you were so insistent, so charming, I couldn’t help going along, even though it was one of the stupidest things I’ve done since stepping foot on the Titanic almost seven decades ago.
I had thought I was given this curse to make the world a better place, a cog in a bigger machine marching humanity towards progress. Why else would I be granted eternal life? But you showed me another way. You, with your Star Wars Episode IV, Led Zeppelin, and countless other “time wasters” that aren’t a waste of time at all. You made me feel younger, lighter, than I have in hundreds of years.
But, before you exit my life permanently, I want you to know these past four years have been the best part of my life. The things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. I will always remember you.
Yours,
Castiel
June 11, 1982
Cas,
You’re such a girl. Didn’t I write in my last letter, I just needed a little time? You’re so dramatic sometimes. My return address is on the envelope, so don’t be a stranger. Write me. I want to hear all about the Titanic. Don’t think I missed that little detail.
Dean
June 16, 1982
Dear Dean,
The Titanic was wonderful while it lasted. My friend, Balthazar, financed the bulk of the trip. However, things devolved into pure chaos as the boat started to sink. They prioritized the women and children for spots on the lifeboats - rightly so. Balthazar and I spent so long bobbing in the water before the Carpathia came to the rescue, we thought we were going to prove that vampires could die from exposure after all.
After that, I decided not to risk cross-continental trips more than once a century. Obviously, this was before aviation became available to the general public.
How is San Francisco? I’ve never made it out to the West Coast.
Yours,
Castiel
June 21, 1982
Cas,
You’re old as dirt. How have you never seen the Pacific Ocean? It’s amazing. I spent my first day here just staring at it for hours. The water was fucking cold, though.
My new place is alright. Smaller than my apartment in Chicago, but I don’t spend much time in it anyway.
Work’s going to take me by your neck of the woods in two weeks. If you’re still in town, we could go to the movies, get a burger. Just like old times. I saw an advertisement for a new movie, Blade Runner, the other day. It’s science fiction, so you don’t have any leg up on me like when we watched Heaven’s Gate. What do you say?
If you want to call, my phone number is on the other side. No guarantee I’ll be home to take your call since I’m usually driving around, but it has to be faster than snail mail.
Dean
July 10, 1982
Dear Dean,
I know you said you preferred phone calls, but call me old fashioned - you would not be the first to say so - I’ve always felt I could best express myself through writing. So please forgive me for taking up your time in a less than ideal manner.
In all my years on this Earth, I’ve never felt for anyone like I feel for you. I’m sure you didn’t intend to go to bed with me last night, but I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of it. The sight of you tangled in my sheets, the expression on your face, the sounds you made as I touched you like no other man has before - it will all stay with me forever.
I don’t know where you would like to go from here, but I will respect any decision you make.
Yours eternally,
Castiel
July 17, 1982
Cas,
Are you sure you don’t moonlight as a penthouse forum editor? Saving humanity one dirty article at a time?
I don’t regret it. Not one fucking second. But what now?
Dean
September 8, 1982
Dear Dean,
You left your walkman at my apartment yesterday, so I took the liberty of shipping it back to San Francisco with this note.
It did not escape my notice that you stole one of my sweaters - one that you frequently mocked, I might add. Please return it at your earliest convenience, either by post or in-person. I don’t think I need to say which option I would prefer.
Yours eternally,
Castiel
December 20, 1982
Cas,
Sorry I yelled over the phone yesterday. It’s just hard, you know? Doing this with you, seeing each other every few months, hiding it from everyone, from Sammy. It’d be one thing if we could live as confirmed bachelors or some other bullshit, but you live halfway across the goddamn country.
I guess I just have to know, are you as pissed off as I am about this? Not pissed at you, just pissed at everything.
I probably shouldn’t send this, but since when have we kept secrets from each other? Ha.
Dean
January 6, 1983
Cas,
I don’t know how to say this over the phone and I have no idea when they’ll send me back out to the Midwest, so by letter it goes. This is my fifth draft of the stupid thing, so hopefully it gets the point across. I’ve met someone. She’s nice and human, and she even has a kid.
I’ve been hearing stuff, Cas, and I’m scared out of my fucking mind. About men who live like us. They’re getting sick and dying and nobody knows why.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.
Dean
July 4, 1984
Cas,
It’s hard to believe we haven’t talked in a year and a half. It’s July 4th as I’m writing this, but I’ve never felt less like celebrating. Do you even live at this address anymore? I have no idea.
That girl I wrote about last time, that didn’t work out. Not by a long shot. I didn’t name names, but she got the impression I was holding onto someone else. I wanted to love her, to love her like I love you, but I couldn’t.
You, with your stupid sweaters, your dumbass interruptions to every movie, your ability to see the good in everyone, you ruined me for everyone else. You sunk your teeth so deep in me, I’ll never get the taste of you out of my blood.
I’m laying it all out there because it’s not like I’m sticking around to see what happens next.
After Lisa, I went off the rails. Tried to fuck you out of my system. Instead, I just got sick. Exactly what I was so afraid of. Karma for being such a dick to you, probably.
At least I still have your sweater. I’ve heard it’s cold in the hospital.
Yours, for the rest of my goddamn life,
Dean
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