To Kill and to Feel

Dean wiped the blood off of his blade and placed it neatly back into its proper place amongst his other knives, all stained secretly with the blood of innocent people. Dean loved the innocent ones, the ones who got to have the life he never had. He hated them for their happiness, for their chances. Dean never had a chance. His father was a murderer and his mother was some whore he met along the way. The only reason she lived was that John was intrigued by the chance to have a prodigy, someone to learn from him and follow in his footsteps, and that is exactly what he got.

Dean was the perfect son. When John told him to do something, he did so without question. Dean was raised to follow every order thrown at him and never once did he wish it to be different. He needed instruction, guidance ... approval. All he ever wanted growing up was his father's approval. So, when John passed away three years ago, Dean was lost.

For months, Dean had considered taking his own life. He was nothing in this world without his father. He could die and meet him again. Hell, maybe? If there was such a thing. Anything to possibly be with his father again.

It was not until Dean had met a young girl named Lisa, full of life and looking to have a little fun, that Dean changed his mind. Lisa had grown up with the perfect life. She had two parents who loved her. She had received a full scholarship to college and was on track to be whatever the hell she wanted to be but she ruined it all. She decided she wanted to be wild and careless. She didn't want to take the good fortune that was handed to her. She wanted to sleep with bad boys and live on the edge. So, that is exactly what Dean gave to her. He fucked her and then left her hanging on the edge of his blade, her eyes dimming while trying to search for a reason in his own. She died before she was able to get one.

That was when his mission began. He searched out those who were handed everything and then just tossed it aside because they felt they were better than the hands they were dealt. They could not see their good fortune, but he could. He could see it brightly and he went out of his way to suck the light out of every one of them until they were nothing more than an empty corpse. Suddenly, he had a reason again.

Today's mission was just like any other. He met Castiel at a bar by a nearby college. Castiel came from a large family. They all graduated on top of their class and went to the colleges of their dreams. His family was littered with Doctors and Lawyers and a Priest. They were the picture-perfect family. And then there was Castiel. He had the potential to be anything he wanted to be, but he wanted nothing.

Dean filled him full of alcohol and led him back to his hotel room. Castiel was more than eager to follow, not even fighting Dean's advances. He was just as desperate as Dean, only Dean couldn't figure out what it was that Castiel wanted. He could have anything, yet he acted as if he would never be granted the one thing he truly wanted. Dean was going to learn the truth though, even if it took his blade slicing at the man's skin to force it from him.

"I am going to fuck you," Dean growled into Castiel's ear as he pushed him against the hotel room door.

Castiel melted into him, letting Dean take control. Dean explored his mouth, letting his tongue slip into Castiel mouth. Castiel sucked Dean's tongue with enthusiasm and Dean could not help but moan at the sensation. He wanted this too. He wanted to fuck Castiel into the mattress and scream out his desires before he slid his blade through his stomach like butter.

"Take off your clothes," Dean stepped back as he gave his orders.

Castiel looked at Dean with lust, admiration and ... hope? Dean wasn't sure what to make of those emotions but he was in this now. Before he had a chance to do anything else, Castiel was removing his clothes, tossing them carelessly to the floor by his feet. Soon he was naked, putting himself on display for Dean. He was beautiful; everything that Dean had ever wanted in a fuck and a kill.