Castiel knew he had to keep very still while he waited for Dean to leave the bunker. He felt ashamed for ignoring his best friend's prayers and calls for him, but he didn't feel okay with talking to Dean in his particular condition. The idiotic hunter had been slipped a love potion by a very sleazy alchemist, Cas was pleased that he saved his friend from the pervert's advances, but it came at a steep price. For the rest of the night Dean tried to seduce him, and Castiel knew that taking advantage of Dean in this state would be wrong. He loved Dean, but he knew that Dean was normally opposed to his vessel's gender, and that Castiel was more like a brother to him. He heard the foot steps come closer to his hiding place in the closet once again and stopped breathing, listening to his friend's footsteps sounding nearer and nearer.

"Cas, please. I need you so bad." came the desperate whine from the manly blond. The muscular male inhaled in a sad sense of defeat, deeply wishing he could find the angel, his handsome angel. In a final attempt he pulled open the closet door, and for a moment his green eyes lit up with excitement finding his love staring back at him with his own surprised ocean blue eyes. The excitement was replaced with disappointment and rejection when he heard the flutter of feathers and Castiel disappeared instantly in front of him. Cas reappeared a few feet behind him and placed a half consoling hand on the lovesick man's shoulder, the other half was trying to keep Dean from pouncing on him.

"Dean, stop. This isn't you." Dean stepped closer, despite Castiel's arm keeping him at length, he was now standing toe to toe with the angel.

"Yes it is. Cas, I've wanted to tell you how I feel for so long." He lifted his hand and brushed Castiel's chin, loving the prickly feel of his stubble on his fingers. Castiel's heart jumped from his chest to his throat and Dean knew it too, he wouldn't stopped flashing that sexy smirk Cas' way. He stepped back startled and painfully aware that if the hunter got his hands on him, he would be done for. Dean looked hurt when Cas leaned away from him, he was so sure that he felt the same, excited and scared.

"Why don't you feel the same, Cas?" He asked softly, his eyes pleading for an answer that would satisfy him. Cas knew he would have to sin, he would have to lie right to Dean's face, a lie good enough to make him be disgusted with Castiel until this was all over. Cas had never been good at lying, mostly because his entire existence had been based off of the rules of the Commandments. What on earth would be a turn off to Dean Winchester, especially in his current state?

"I- er- uh- your too young." Castiel nearly smacked himself right there. That was the worst, he could've at least told a good lie. He could imagine his father would forgive him for this one, because he was probably laughing at how lame it was. Cas flushed red all over and glanced over at Dean's face which head a dumbfounded look on it.

"I'm thirty years old" Dean stated simply.

"Yes but-" Dean took another step towards Cas, who was running out of room to run, the wall was a foot behind him.

"With a job like mine, I've lived to a ripe and healthy age. I could die at any time, Cas." The Angel finally hit the wall behind him. Dean came in close, his breath was fanning over Castiel's face; he smelled like pie and beer. He put his hand to his love drunk friend's chest trying to push him away, but he knew he couldn't if his heart wasn't really in it. An all powerful angel could easily get out of this situation, but Cas didn't want to. For once Dean finally understood what it was like to pine for something that was out of reach, and a selfish piece of Cas felt like he should play the scene out. Another more rational side of Cas told him to get out of there but he gave in to his sweet temptation.

"Let's live like there's no tomorrow," Dean whispered "Castiel." The dark haired man shivered and proofed behind Dean again making the hunter groan.

"Don't stand so close to me, Dean." He was losing the fight at an alarming rate. When placed in battle perspective Castiel began to feel ashamed that he was a garrison leader to begin with; how was he suppose to stand up to evil when he couldn't even turn his best friend down? It was driving him nuts how close he let Dean get; he was wrapped around his finger like a string. He really wanted to press into Dean's body and feel his abs against his. He wanted to kiss him with his hot mouth and quiver in his grasp. Castiel held back the moan that surfaced with the colorful imagery entering his head, he had to resist such imaginings for the sake of his best friend.

"Dean, you might be thirty, but I'm over a thousand" He said continuing with his horrible fib. "Your practically a baby. I'm not going to be the next twilight love story, Dean." The hunter was insulted that his feelings for Cas had just been compared to the preteen drama. It was obvious that Castiel needed convinced of his manhood and he was tired of playing this game of cat and mouse. He didn't bother moving his feet, he just reached out and pulled Cas into him, chest to chest. His lips came down on the angel's and Dean locked eyes with his friend's, letting him know that he meant business. He had to be out of his mind to try seducing Cas like this, but he had run out of options; this was his last card of on the table.

Cas' head was buzzing as he let Dean passionately kiss his breath away staring into his forest green orbs, seeing all of Dean's romantic emotions. There was a definite lust and desire visible, there was also anger, sadness, and desperation, and finally there was love. A love that would only last for one night. He surrendered and kissed back for a short time, letting his dreams become a small reality, and then removed himself reawaking to his goal of keeping Dean away. The bombshell blond looked confused and dazed when he pulled away and Castiel almost went right back into his arms, but he withheld himself. Putting on a mask of rage Castiel glared daggers in Dean's direction. The hunter knew he probably just made the biggest mistake ever, he prepared for a punch to the face or some sort of strike, but it never came.

"Get. Out. Dean." Castiel said in a deadly murmur "Run away and don't come back" Cas could barely form the words he was saying. Dean flinched, the pain on his face was an overflowing river of grief and heartache. He left without a fight, Castiel knew he would be back in the morning as his usual self and would laugh this whole thing off. The Angel couldn't decide what would hurt more, Dean hating him now, or brushing their moment off the next day. He wondered once again why he resisted his feelings for his friend so much. He answered himself.

"Cause I'm afraid he'll go too far."


Author's Note: Should I get them together with a sequel, or do you guys want to leave it at an open ending?