This is not what I do

It was Castiel's first 'Morning After 'and admittedly he felt amazing.

He woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, for once not feeling irked to hear that noise. He felt pleasantly buzzed, wasted in a good sense. Like that everlasting tension had slipped away from him.

In the bathroom mirror he saw the first post-sex image of himself. He looked nothing different than his usual rumpled self, but he felt like glowing. Although there was a peculiar mark to himself.

A bite mark to be precise.

He gently rested his fingers over the two puncture wounds right over his pulse point. Even though Dean tried healing them with his blood, two dark circles undeniably spoke of vampire sex.

Dean...

He was so good last night. He reminisced the way he looked, the way he moved over him. The way he felt. The smooth golden skin, slick underneath his hands. The hard, strong rippling muscles moving over him. The way his green eyes shined. The way his hand gripped him, controlled him, brought him ecstasy.

The way he too seemed to fall apart. How he could barely control himself.

He couldn't help feeling smug that all that was his doing. That, Castiel, 30 year old virgin, who works as a bartender could make such a beautiful creature get so worked up.

But then again, he remembered all the other leftovers from last night.

Sam yelling at him. Insulting him. Dean still having killed his grandpa.

Having to work with Sam in less than an hour.

And that talk he and Dean are supposed to have.

Fuck...

-/-

To say that working beside Sam in the bar was awkward, would be putting it mildly.

Castiel flipped chairs, carried boxes, did everything he usually did every day, Sam also listed bottles at the bar and carried glasses. Only, the air had a very different feeling to it. Instead of the usual hustle of working, and friendly retorts they threw at each other, the atmosphere was thick with guilt and suppressed anger.

Sam was the first to brake the deafening silence.

"Listen, Cas, we can't go on working like this." –Sam sighed in an exasperated manner, putting the last glass down whilst turning to face Castiel who was mopping a table.

"Then fire me."-Castiel spit back, his anger reaching the surface.

"What?" –Castiel didn't spare a glance to Sam's shocked form.

"You heard me."-Instead he simply replied, concentrating on that smudge that wouldn't come off.

"I-I'm not going to fire you, Castiel! We can talk this out."- Sam practically yelled from the bar.

"I heard enough yesterday."

"Castiel, look at me!" –Sam huffed as Castiel's gaze wouldn't budge from the wretched table, and decided to make his way to the smaller man.

Standing over him, Sam put his hand on the rag that was clutched in Castiel's hand. Finally, the older man looked up into Sam's eyes, a look of sorrow on his face.

"Cas... I'm so sorry about what I said. Last night was... I was awful. I don't think I can... I just wanna move on, we move on..." –Sam fidgeted with his words, looking lost in his own sadness.

"I... I can't say it's alright, Sam... Just, give it some time and I'll be ok. We both will be."- Castiel said reasonably, his voice sounding tired.

"Ok..."- Was Sam's silent retort, and with a terse nod he left Castiel to his business, finding his way through the halls outback.

With a sigh Castiel sat in the nearest chair, and held his head in both his hands, feeling as though misery was just given a whole new meaning.

-/-

The rest of the work day was not much different. Hearing Sam throw commands at him in a stoic voice only made it the more difficult to pull through the day.

Sam was always a friend. He was his safe place. He was the person he knew would always condole him, always support him when all else failed.

And now, their friendship had failed.

Not only that, but, the relationship Sam wanted had failed.

And now he was stuck with the rest of the hicks he worked with. Sam made everything better. His smile was just the enough support he needed to handle the rowdy, drunken workers.

For the first time he noticed how that one thing was exactly why he kept this job. And now, in the absence of it, he saw how working here wasn't worth it.

As he was bringing a row of beers over to said rowdy, drunken table of workers, one of them, not noticing the proximity of the waiter, knocked over one of the tall bottles. The bottle came with a crash colliding to the floor, spilling the liquid.

The man began chuckling at the sight on the floor, and soon the whole table joined in laughing in a demented way.

Castiel could feel his chest tighten with their engrossing drunken haze of emotion he caught of them, pulled his shield tighter and bent down to pick up the shards of glass, ensure no one gets hurt.

Suddenly, he felt a rough calloused hand enveloping around his throat. The hand tightened in a vice grip, and with a jolt Castiel turned his head upwards the man, and he saw the same drunken worker who spilt the bottle looking at him with deep seeded hatred, his greasy lips upturned in a grimace, brows furrowed in defiance.

"Lookie here, men. A fangbanger. In our own city, serving our own beer."- The man said with spite, disgust apparent in his spitting words. His eyes were cast down Castiel's collar where against his pale skin two purple marks stood out starkly. The men all yelled in agreement.

"Don't touch me." –Castiel gritted out, still kneeling on the floor by the shattered bottle.

"What, ya let a fucking vampire touch you, but I cant? I bet you love this, bet you let that vampire strangle you, while he fucked your tiny ass."- The man grinned, yellowed, rotten teeth gleaming through, as the men snickered and cheered in union.

"I said don't fucking touch me!" –Castiel yelled back at the man, feeling anger boiling within him. Only it kept building up, and up, and made him feel like he was going to throw up, his whole body shivering with it, when finally, as the words escaped his mouth, a bright, white light came gushing through his mouth, and in a flash it was gone.

Castiel fell spent on the ground, hands and face clamming down over the shards of glass. He huffed, trying to catch his breath, and turned his head in pain, quickly pulling himself up, wincing as shards of glass dug into the flesh of his palms.

Once upright, he noticed the situation before him. All was quiet as everyone's attention in the bar was turned towards him. Some agape in shock, some in horror. Maybe both. In front of him the table was upturned, fallen on the ground. Around the table, also on the floor lay the men, looking up at him in shock. And the one, the gruesome hick that insulted him, lay unconscious, limbs splayed on the hardwood.

"The hell happened?"- Sam's voice sounded distant, even though he spoke from right beside Castiel.

"Cas... You okay?"- Sam asked hesitantly, as Castiel hadn't moved from his stance as he watched what he'd done. And then he snapped.

"I can't do this, Sam. I'm sorry." –And with those last words, Castiel turned his back on the audience and left the stage.

-/-

Driving in his car, Castiel finally found his sense and tried to make reason of what exactly had happened back at the bar.

The man pushed the beer, he bent down, man called him 'fangbanger', he got mad, and then... Then he puked sunlight over the man's face?

What?

It felt like burning, like it was burning him, and then it was gone in the man's direction. And the man fell unconscious...

It was all too confusing.

And what was he supposed to do now? They all saw, they must have seen what he'd done. What kind of human does that?

And that's just the thing. A human doesn't do that. He can't.

Castiel bumped his head over the wheel and let it stay there as he parked at his house.

Suddenly, he heard a row of thumps over his left. With a jolt he straightened his form glancing at his window. The sight would have been comical, even chuckle worthy if it weren't for his current mood.

Behind the glass of the window, in the dark of the night, stood Dean's face, looking meek, a silly childish grin on his face.

Castiel sighed, and pulled open the door, seeing Dean's hunched form without the block of metal between them.

"Fuck, Cas, what the hell happened to you?" –Dean's cheerful mood seemed to dissipate as he took a good look at him.

Castiel sat silent on his seat, feeling guilty for no exact reason.

"Come here."- Dean hushed, as he took Castiel by the arms, helping him pull himself up. Arms around the man's waist, he led Castiel to the house.

"Wait. Let's just. I need some air. Just sit." –Castiel mumbled as he stopped at the porch and sat at the third stair, Dean shuffling beside him.

Castiel couldn't bear to look at Dean, couldn't bear to inform him of the altercation that occurred on behalf of the evidence Dean left of their wonderful night.

It wasn't his fault people were horrid.

Suddenly he felt something soft and moist push at his cheek, leaving cold liquid.

He turned his head, eyebrows cocked in puzzlement, to find Dean pulling away from his cheek, licking a red trail from his lips.

"You're bleeding. It'll help if I... clean you. And, besides... It feels good."- Dean seemed embarrassed at the look he was given, standing up to defend himself.

In return, Castiel only felt a small smile fall on his face. With a chuckle he offered the side of his cheek to Dean.

"Go for it."- And Dean did, eagerly so. With soft, small, kittenish licks he cleaned Castiel's wounds. He quickly turned his attention to the blood pooling in Castiel's hand.

He quickly pulled it to his mouth, grasping it in the warmth of his own. Castiel heard a sharp yelp of pain as Dean abruptly pulled the hand away from his mouth.

"Is that fucking glass in your hand?" –Dean's voice came strangled, like his deep satisfaction was cut with pain.

"Yes."-Came the short answer from Castiel's side.

"You still not gonna tell me what happened?"

"Finish first."- And again, he did. But first, with nimble fingers he picked through the wounded flesh, picking out tiny specks of glass and discarding them to the ground. And again, he was back at the blood, lapping it with his raw tongue, sucking briefly at the still bleeding wounds.

He discarded the hand as he turned his attention back to Castiel's face, briefly licking at some raw cuts, before his licks turned into kisses, soft, plush pecks at his temple, at his cheek, at his jawline and finally at the corner of his lips.

"I'm done."- Dean whispered against his lips, and Castiel turned to give Dean a much awaited kiss. The sensation of having Dean's mouth over him, licking and sucking at his blood, soft, gentle yet firm, gave his libido a good kick.

"You're not getting away that easy."- Dean pulled back with a smirk. "Now talk." –He said instead with a demanding voice.

Castiel sighed once again, seeing as this was inescapable.

"Today at the bar, I, uh, I was handing out drinks. As usual."- Castiel took a small pause, finding the strength in him to continue. Dean's hands came to the rescue, as he drew circles in Castiel's back, reassuring him.

"And I, I carried some beers to a table of some drunk workers. One guy, he didn't see me, or something, he pushed a bottle, fell on the ground. I kneeled to pick up the glass, and he, uh, he saw my mark..."- Castiel finished with a wince, unconsciously massaging the place Dean's bite mark stood.

"And they, just, you know, started talking about 'fangbangers', and I got mad, and then I... It was a white light. It came out of my mouth. And next thing I know, the table is flipped and the man is unconscious. I don't know what happened, Dean. I honestly, have no idea." –Castiel finished with a strained voice. Chancing himself a glance at Dean, he noted he couldn't read his expression.

"Did he hit you with that bottle?"- Was Dean's question. Well, of course, he didn't explain that.

"No, uh, I fell on the ground after I... The thing that..."- Castiel huffed exasperated.

"After the light. Like I said Cas you have a gift. We'll figure it out. I promise."- Dean, ever calmly, smiled at Castiel giving his back a solid thump.

"Dean, I... Despite what happened today I have to make things clear with you."- Castiel cleared his throat, remembering what tonight was all about. But even more than that, he just wanted to put it behind him so they can get to more important stuff.

"Yeah... Shoot."- Dean said sullenly.

"I am a man, Dean. And as a man I can take care of myself. I am not a damsel. I understand that you are a vampire, and that if anyone can protect me it's you, but I need to feel capable. And I need to deal with my own problems. When I need your help I'll ask for it, ok?"- Castiel said with a smile. He had already forgiven Dean for what he'd done. Life is just too short to be angry all the time.

"Yeah, ok. I'm sorry."- Dean's choice of words reminded much of a child being scolded by his mother for missing homework. And that thought made Castiel chuckle, which earned him a quirked eyebrow from the vampire.

"Come here."- Castiel said through a smile, wrapping a hand around Dean's neck and pulling him forth. The vampire complied with a grin of his own.

Dean's lips moved over Castiel's in small pecks and tugs, playful, but Castiel wanted more. He pushed past the vampire's lips, tongue slipping in. They kissed in a dance of passion, soft sighs escaping through their lips, a moan as Castiel reached beneath to stroke the growing bulge over Dean's denim clad thighs.

"Wow! Wow."- Dean pulled back abruptly, grinning like a madman. "We better take this inside, tiger." –Dean bit his lips in a wanton manner, and just as he was to stand up, Castiel gripped his arm tightly.

"No. I-I want to do it here." –Castiel said breathlessly, not a hint of shame in his words.

"Here? Outside, Cas?"- Dean couldn't seem to comprehend the idea that Castiel, usually uptight and old fashioned would actually want to have sex in his own backyard.

"Yes."- Castiel raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"You're gonna drive me crazy one day."

"I look forward to it."

So, originally this was planned as a short chapter but ended somewhere over 2 500 words and I cant seem to make a decision as to if I should write the sex scene or should I not, so I leave it up to you! :D Im asking because its backyard sex and what not, and though it seems exciting 'ahem, ahem' to me I don't know if it works for the readers. x) So seeing as whenever I promise I'm writing the new Eric I end up not writing him, so now, instead of promising to write him I'm just gonna wait it out and see where next chapter leads me. :D

Anyway, thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. It really means a lot to me. :)