Castiel glared down the demon that stared back with the same black eyes. Neither one moved a muscle, each calculating their next move. Dean was cowered in a corner, his eyes set wide and his breathing fast. He could only think of his nightmare. The thought of it causing him to freeze in terror. The thing in his dream...it was real, and standing so close to him with only an angry vampire in between them.

"Why are you here?" Castiel demanded, his teeth bared. The demons eyes flicked over to where Dean was.

Dean felt his heart sink and he turned onto his hands and knees to crawl away, back up the stairs and into the darkness where he would be safe from the eyes of the monster. He screamed when he felt something touch his arm but he was comforteded slightly by Sam shaking beside him. He began to cry and clung to Sam, hiding his face from the scene before him.

Castiel turned to the demon and took a step forward. "What did you do to him?" He hissed.

"Nothing." Dean shuddered at what he assumed was the demons voice. It was hollow, and emotionless and it sounded like it came from five mouths not one. It was slow and dragged out, sounding like nails clawing at stone.

"We did nothing to him. We just brought him pleasant dreams." A laugh sounded from the thing. If Dean didn't know this creature was evil that laugh would be sure to give it away. His hands flew to his ears trying to block out the cackling sound. It was as if a dozen men, women and children were laughing through the flickering of flames.

Castiel threw himself at the demon, the dagger already out to slash at the monster. Too late did the demon realize what was happening. His body fell to ground, the dagger stuck firmly into his neck. The vampire didn't wait to see if it was dead as he removed the dagger and began to violently stab it repeatedly. He was yelling in a language Dean couldn't understand but it scared him more than before. He looked up to see the black fog had cleared and he quickly ran from the scene, Sam right beside him.

He heard Castiel call for him, demanding he come back but Dean couldn't. His mind was in overdrive and he had to get as far away from the entire scene as fast as he could. He couldn't cope with what he had seen. He hoped Castiel would understand, things were so far from alright in his mind. That monster in his dream was real, and even though he knew Castiel probably killed it he couldn't help but fear that maybe it wasn't dead. Maybe it would harm Castiel and come after him.

Sam begin to growl and Dean hoped that for a second that maybe it was Castiel, but as Sam backed away and that laughter started again he knew it wasn't. He began to scream for Castiel as he fell to the ground, a long graying arm reaching out from the darkness. Sam was howling beside him, but the wolf couldn't attack, it would be suicide.

The hand grabbed Dean's ankle and pulled him so quickly into the darkness that Dean didn't even have time to realize what was happening before he was face to face with the monster. This one was different than the one downstairs, it's face was different. He began to yell louder for Castiel as the demon took one hand and pressed down on his throat cutting off his breathing.

Just as Dean thought this was how he was to die another demon came out of nowhere and pushed the one on top of Dean aside. They snarled at each other as he took the chance and pulled himself to his feet, shaking but steady. He ran from the darkness but he didn't know where he was. He assumed it was the hall and he didn't know if he was going further into the castle or towards the stairs. He didn't want to be running to the stairs and hit them. He wouldn't survive that.

An arm wrapped around his waist stopping his running and he swung his fist. He wasn't going to die without a fight. His fist connected with what he assumed was a head and a loud yell made him stop. He had hit Castiel. He let out a relieved sob and wrapped his arms around the vampire, crying into his shirt. Castiel pulled him close and gently stroked his hair trying to comfort him.

"It's alright. You must be quiet though Dean." Castiel whispered. "They are here to kill me and take you and your brother."

"Why?" Dean asked, quietly this time. "Why us?"

"Dean it's not just you. Demons, they go after the young and the pure." Castiel explained. "I didn't want to scare you. But they take humans like you and your brother, and corrupt them. Turn them into demons themselves."

Dean gave him a confused look. He wasn't that young anymore, not Sam's age at least. And pure? That was a joke. He was anything but pure anymore, especially since Castiel's confession. He thought of his nightmare and realized that was what Castiel must of meant. In that sense yes he supposed, he was. The thought made his shudder in disgust, was that would happen to him if they got their clawed fingers on him.

Another wave of panic flooded him and he looked at Castiel with a terrified expression. "What are we going to do?" Dean asked.

"I thought you would be safe here but I was wrong. I'm not sure where you will be safe."

Dean shook his head. He couldn't think of any place safer than being with Castiel. He thought to how Castiel had said him and Sam and his blood ran cold. He forgot his brother.

"Sam!" He yelled as he ran back the way he had come, back into the darkness.

Castiel followed after him, the bloodied dagger still in his hands. Both men found Sam running towards them, a larger wolf beside him. Castiel let out a relieved laugh to see it was Gabriel.

"Where are the demons?" Castiel demanded. "Did they run off or did you kill them?"

Gabriel transformed back into a human, shaking his head. "I couldn't stop them. They ran off, but I know they are planning on returning with more. They were talking to each other in their language."

Castiel swore under his breath. Dean was unnerved that they had left and were still alive, that meant they could come back for him or Sam. Gabriel looked down to Sam, patting his head to comfort the boy.

"I think we should stay here. You can use all the extra help you can get if they decide to return." Gabriel said.

"Do you think they will return?" Dean asked, his eyes wide as he looked around them. The darkness had lifted once more but it didn't ease his fears.

Castiel shook his head. "No. Not tonight. I have a very bad feeling about this. I think you need to warn anyone else you know." Castiel said to Gabriel.

"They aren't going to have this many demons in the woods for just two souls." Gabriel nodded.

"That's what I'm worried about." Castiel sighed.

Dean collapsed onto Castiel's bed his muscles aching in protest of relaxation. Castiel smiled down at him before laying down beside him, his fingers running through Dean's hair. Gabriel was with Sam, and he was going out the next morning to find any information he could. He had left Sam alone because he was chased away by demons and he didn't want to lead them to Sam.

Castiel pulled Dean closer and pressed soft kisses to his head. The human smiled and buried his face into Castiel's neck. His hands found Castiel's and slipped his fingers through the vampire's. He felt safe with Castiel watching over him while he slept, and with the knowledge that Castiel wouldn't be asleep until morning he fell asleep right away, the days events and horrors draining his energy too quickly.

Castiel sighed and pushed the hair that fell into Dean's face away. He wanted to keep him innocent forever just as badly as he wanted to take that from him. The demons were threatening everything he worked so hard to protect. He listened to the soft breathing coming from Dean and he couldn't imagine not hearing that at night.

Gently he pushed Dean's head up to expose his neck. Castiel made sure Dean was deeply asleep before biting down onto his neck, the metallic yet sweet taste exploding into his mouth. He could never pinpoint exactly what it was that made the blood of Dean different than others he had tasted. He ran his tongue over the wound he had made, listening for any interruptions in Dean's breathing but the human kept sleeping as Castiel fed on him.

A soft knock caused Castiel to snap his head up to look at the intruder. He found it was Gabriel and he relaxed as he wiped the blood from his mouth. Gabriel drew closer and Castiel could see him better in the low torch light. He looked tired and ill, which caused Castiel much concern.

"I need to talk to you." Gabriel whispered before looking at Dean's sleeping form. "Away from either one of the brothers." He stated, obviously disgusted by Castiel's feeding.

Castiel gave Dean's wounds one last lick, sealing the wounds before following Gabriel out of the room unsure what the wolf could possibly want at this hour.