Torturous Affairs

Chapter Ten

Castiel walked up to Charlie's desk. He asked, "May I see Dean?"
She shook her head, "He's not in, again."
"Then why are you here," Castiel questioned.
She sighed, "Because I still have to work. I have to tell those who visit him, such as yourself, that he isn't here. I'm a bit edgy that he hasn't been to work in almost two weeks."
He looked down at Alfie in his arms and asked, "Could I have his address to go to his house? I haven't seen him in a week and a half. I just wanted to thank him for coming to the funeral."
She wrote down his address and handed the paper to him. "Here, make sure he's okay."
Castiel nodded, "Of course."
Castiel walked back outside and to his car. He was shaking from being so nervous. Alfie sat on his lap as he drove to the address written on the piece of paper. Castiel pulled his car into the driveway beside Dean's. He got out of the car, holding Alfie tightly. He glanced into Dean's car and noticed blood on the seat. He covered his mouth in horror and shook his head in disbelief.
He swallowed hard debating whether to go inside or not. He was worried maybe Dean was harmed and it was his blood on the seat. He walked up to the front door and hesitated before knocking.
Dean stood in his basement tracing the tip of a knife along a tied up man's chest. Dean sat on his lap, grinding their crotches together. Dean licked the blood from the knife and sucked on the area he cut. He moaned loudly. The man cried with his eyes clamped shut, not wanting to see anything at all. He had a handkerchief tied around his mouth tightly so he couldn't speak or even scream.
Dean heard a knock at the door. The man squirmed, thinking someone has come to save him. Dean punched him hard three times. The multiple blows to the head knocked the man out. Dean quickly wiped the blood off his hands with a wet rag and ran upstairs. He had a huge hard on, but still opened the door to peek and see who it was.
Castiel stood there anxiously. Dean saw him and his eyes lit up. He immediately took a step outside so he could grab Castiel's face and pull it into his for a kiss. The shock nearly caused Castiel to drop Alfie. Dean pressed deeper into the kiss and bit hard against Castiel's bottom lip. Castiel pulled away touching his hand to his mouth where blood was now dripping from. Dean bit so hard that he drew blood.
Dean grabbed Castiel's hips and pulled him close again. He whispered, "Let me fix that."
He sucked the blood on Castiel's lip. Castiel moaned slightly, but pulled away again. He coughed awkwardly, "I'm holding my child, Dean. This is very inappropriate."
Dean scratched the top of his head, "I-I am so sorry.."
Castiel noticed the bulge coming from Dean's crotch. "Oh," escaped from Castiel's mouth.
Castiel coughed awkwardly again, "May I come in?"
Dean leaned against his doorway. He said, "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?"
Castiel hesitated, "I-uh-wanted to thank you for coming to the funeral and everything. It meant a lot. I didn't get to thank you at the time. Too many people. Also, I was a little worried about you...No one has heard a word from you in nearly two weeks..."
Dean chuckled nervously, "Right, um I was just taking a little break from things. The funeral was kind of rough for me."
"Why," Castiel questioned.
"Well, it's a little difficult going to the funeral of the dreamboat you're carrying a torch for's ex lover," Dean replied.
Castiel took a step forward to Dean and held his hand. He smiled and offered, "If you want, you could come over to my place for dinner? If you drink too much alcohol, you could spend the night as well?"
Dean took a step closer too. He answered, "I'd love to."
Castiel smiled, "Okay, good! Great! Um stop by six-ish?"
Dean nodded and smiled, "Sounds good to me."
Castiel let go of Dean's hand and held Alfie with both arms. He asked quietly, "So, um, I kind of saw blood in your car...is everything okay?"
Dean stared at him and paused for a moment, thinking of a lie to say. He rubbed his arm bashfully and said, "Oh that?"
He showed his wrist that had a gash across the skin from an earlier situation where Dean tried to force the man downstairs to suck on his blood. Didn't work though, the guy bit Dean. Little did he know that it would turn Dean on even more.
Castiel grazed his fingers along the mark making the blood smear across Dean's skin. He questioned, "What happened and why is there a bite mark?"
Dean said, "Today, I was going out for groceries when I was jumped. I tried to fight back, but he bit my arm."
Lies.
Castiel rubbed his hand over the slit causing Dean to flinch. Castiel whispered, "Aw, I'm so sorry."
He kissed the area and got blood on his lips. Dean watched as Castiel licked the blood off of his lips. Dean made a small aroused noise. Castiel smiled a little and spoke, "I'll see you later, dreamboat."
"Not if I see you first, darling.-Wow that sounded better in my head. I apologize for my lack of humor and lack of being romantic," Dean apologized.
Castiel giggled a little and kissed Dean's cheek before leaving. Dean walked back inside feeling butterflies in his stomach. He said to himself, "Now time to finish you off," as he walked back down into the basement.
He immediately slit the man's throat, wanting nothing more of him. He had Castiel right now and didn't feel like he needed anyone or anything else. For the past week, Dean thought that maybe it was just one date, only a phase and nothing more. That Castiel didn't truly care about him, just like everyone else. Now, he's beginning to think that he was completely wrong.