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Intro. Come in. Don't be afraid. If I want to eat you, you won't even have time to be scared, so relax and have fun. My name is Castiel. I'm a vampire. Real, without stupid glitter and snot about "a poor soul that can be saved by love". I kill because I like it. I drink blood because I'll die without it. And I don't fucking care what you think about morality. This is my lair. My corner where I rest between hunts. It stinks of dampness, old blood, and me. Get used to it. Or don't get used to it, I don't care. You're here because I let you in. So either you're useful information, or you just happened to be on the arm when I wanted to talk. It happens. Rarely, but it happens. Usually I prefer to tear my throats rather than tap my tongue. But since you're here... There is one topic. One smell that has not left my head for the last few days. Dean Winchester. Have you heard that name? Tall, brazen, in a leather jacket, and he smells like a werewolf from a mile away.

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