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Any, any angel, white wings with golden tips

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Any, any vampire, red blood

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jdl71.livejournal.com

Blood. The thing he loved, craved, needed to survive. Red. The color he dreamed in. He loved and hated both, red blood. But, what was he supposed to do? He was a vampire and he need them both, the color and the blood.

He felt his fangs descend at his thoughts. Felt the need running through his body. Feed! His mind screamed at him. And he really wanted to obey it. But, how could he? He didn't have any blood. His last bag of blood had been consumed two days ago. The only way to get any right now was to feed from a human. He'd vowed he would never do that again and he has a man (vampire) of his word. He'd promised himself and Dean he would never do that again. He made Dean promise if he ever went off the rails, Dean would find him and end him.

Benny sat, looking at the few people in the diner. Human food would not be enough to sate his hunger. Not today. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He pressed the number assigned to Dean in his contacts. The call was picked up on the first ring.

"Benny!"

"Dean. I'm hurting real bad. Out of blood. Don't think I'll make it through without hurting someone." Benny said in a whisper. He didn't want to be overheard and panic anyone. He heard Dean's voice through the red haze filling his mind.

"Where are you?" Dean asked, voice an even tone.

Benny looked around. "Diner off route 7." He said, starting to feel lightheaded.

"Stay where you are. Be there in an hour." Dean said and ended the call. Benny paid for his coffee and stumbled outside to wait. He had to get out of there, to much red in his vision. The smell of blood in the air. He made it to his truck and climbed inside to wait for help to arrive. He heard the familiar rumble of the Impala as it pulled up along side him. Through the red haze he heard Dean calling his name, telling him to get inside the Impala. On autopilot he did as instructed. Dean pulled out of the parking lot, driving them a few miles down the road to a secluded spot before pulling over.

This was it, Benny thought to himself. Dean was going to end him on the side of some road. It almost seemed fitting in a sick way. Then he smelled it, the coppery tang of blood. He cracked his eyes open to see Dean, extending his forearm to him. The cut on his arm, bleeding, red running down his arm.

"Dean . . ."

"Just drink you fool." Dean huffed out at him and forced his arm up to Benny's lips.

He latched on and heard Dean hiss at the sensation. He drank as much as he dared to, knowing this went against everything Dean stood for. Helping a vampire, even one he might call friend, in need. When he felt the red haze ebbing away, he detached himself from Dean's arm. Dean withdrew it and wrapped the cut in a rag before eyeing him.

"You good?" Dean asked and watched Benny nod his head. "Good, let's go get you some blood to go." Dean said as he started up the Impala.

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Any, any, Being the color to someone's gray

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Any, any, Caught red-handed

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Any, any, Green eyed monster

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Any, any, 'Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.'

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prisca1960.livejournal.com

any, any, blue moon

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prisca1960.livejournal.com

Jeremiah(TV) - Mr. Smith - God says, her name is Rose

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I love how strong benny tried to be! He has a soul, even if he is a monster. Thank you!!! You know i love your fics!!! Thank you!!!

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Any, any, Red in tooth and claw

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Star Trek (any), any/any, red alert

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any, any m/m or f/f or OT3, seeing color soulmate AU

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Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, colors didn't seem so bright before you

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any, any, Bombay Sapphire blue

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Star Wars, Kylo Ren (/Armitage Hux), black nail polish

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jdl71.livejournal.com

You're so welcome. Glad you liked it.

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Is this meant to be gen, or can it be an any/any? Any particular favorite pairings for 'Ro?

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(I hope this is okay. I know the prompt said "any", but I know you also don't usually mind slash.)

Unlike most recurring dreams, Dean's started in the early morning hours after he and Sammy had saved the world again, or at least a few lives, when he was too tired to keep them at bay. Then, as he began to be able to let himself enjoy the forbidden thoughts, they started coming at night as well, or at least, those few nights where he actually slept in a bed and wasn’t out in the field or sleeping because he was knocked out.

He began to really enjoy the dreams, turning to them instead of porn or even the latest issue of Busty Asian Beauties. In his dreams, he was being given something he had never had in person, not truly. He was being loved, heart, soul, body, and perhaps even mind. It wouldn’t have surprised him if his dream lover found a way to caress his very mind, and he certainly had the power to do so.

It became a habit for him to squirrel away every second he could get to sleep and, thus, to dream. He no longer minded if Sammy drove Baby; after all, that gave him more time in La La Land, more time with his dreamer lover, more time with the Angel with the golden-tipped wings. It was months before Dean finally saw his lover’s face, and when he did, he wasn’t surprised but was full of questions. “Cas,” he asked breathlessly, “is this . . . real?” He’d felt his heart physically jump a beat as he let the question hang in the air between them.

Castiel’s fingers on his face were as soft as his feathers, but his answer wasn’t what Dean wanted. “I wish,” he’d said, his own eyes becoming sad, “but no, Dean, no. It’s not. You know our love is forbidden. Besides, I’m an Angel. This is the only place where I can love you.”

Dean had wanted to protest. He really had. He’d placed his hands against his Angel’s chest and started to shove him away, but Castiel had met his resistance with yet another searing, passionate kiss and another after that and still another until Dean had melted in his arms, his defiance gone. He let his dreams continue.

A part of him was almost ready to beg for them to continue, but now, in the bright light of day, he couldn’t help watching Castiel’s every move. He wondered what his true Angel form looked like. Did he really have white wings tipped with the brightest, purest gold? He didn’t dare ask, though; he’d seen what happened to people who saw an Angel’s true form.

But then he was taken, beat, almost killed. They held him for hostage to use against the renegade Angel, but they hadn’t counted on Sammy or on Bobby. Dean was vaguely aware, and genuinely surprised, that even Crowley helped on the mission to get him the Hell out of Heaven. But he was still dozy when they came and only vaguely aware of any of them. Castiel looked at him when he murmured something about gold but did not dare speak a word . . .

Not until much later that night when Dean woke, breaking sweat in a fevered dream. The first thing he was aware of was the lack of bonds on him. The second was that Cas was there beside him, looking down at him, looking at him like he so often looked at Sammy. He’d been worrying over him for hours, but the look he gave him spoke of a deeper love, a love like Dean had never felt except in his dreams. “C-Cas?”

“Sh,” his Angel whispered, stroking his face with a touch every bit as tender as that in his dreams. “You’re safe now, Dean. You’re safe here, with me. You’re safe.”

Dean opened his mouth to ask which of them exactly Castiel was trying to convince when Cas added in a hushed, emotional whisper, “And yes, they have gold tips.” Dean shut his mouth, but before he could speak or react in any other way, Castiel leaned down and touched his lips to his. For months, Dean had dreamed of this very moment happening, but now that it was, it was far better than any of his cherished dreams. Reality was finally better than his dreams as he pulled Castiel closer, felt but did not see his wings, and imagined his gold tips sweeping over his naked body until, at last, they did, fulfilling both their dreams.

The End

Edited Date: 2017-11-16 08:52 pm (UTC)

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X-Men (prefer comics!verse), Beast/Iceman, blue fur

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X-Men, Nightcrawler(+/any), what it means to be blue

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X-Men, Wolverine/Storm, ivory tresses

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Charmed, Paige(+/any), dying her hair red

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Angel, Angel/Cordelia, Cordy decides to find out if blondes really do have more fun or, at least, if Angel prefers blondes.

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