A/N: My first fic, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. . I have no idea where this is going, but I should have the other chapters up shortly. Please R&R :)

Disclaimer: I only own the original ideas... Mmmmm I wish I owned Supernatural but I'm not as awesome (or as rich) as Eric Kripke.... sadly :'(

Love and Betrayal (A Destiel Story)

By Shaiya Kaelos Zeitman

CHAPTER 1

Dean was back in Hell, but the tortured screams that echoed in his ears weren't his. He was still waiting his turn. Not standing idly by of course, the demon Alastair wouldn't have his star pupil just stand by and watch, no. Dean was being forced to torture the angel Castiel.

Cas, I'm sorry. You never should have been here. This is entirely my fault.

"Cas, please forgive me," was what he said out loud.

Castiel's eyes were filled with pain for his charge, "Of course I forgive you. I will always forgive you."

Cas… was the only thing that the hunter could think as the hooks tore through the angel's flesh, leaving his reluctant tormenter spattered with his blood.

"Kill him," hissed a voice in his ear. It was Alastair, Dean's "teacher".

"I can't…" he murmured, almost to himself.

"Come on!" the demon urged softly, "What happened? You wouldn't have even flinched if it was anyone else. The first time you were down here, you tortured souls day in and day out. Why should this be any different? Kill him! Kill him!"

Dean couldn't resist the orders any longer. As he brought the whip back, he said, "I love you, Cas…"

He fell to his knees sobbing as the angel, his angel, fell apart before him.

*X*x*X*

"Dean, wake up! You're dreaming."

At the sound of Sam's familiar voice, the elder Winchester opened his eyes slightly. He could see his brother's face hovering over him, looking worried. At the foot of the bed stood Cas, a look of concern in his eyes, but no pain. The hunter let himself breathe a sigh of relief. He'd been having these nightmares since Alastair had attack and attempted to send Castiel back to Heaven, but they'd gotten worse as Lucifer rose from his prison in perdition. Despite the fact he felt like crap, he muttered, "I'm fine, Sammy, really.

Despite the fact he felt like crap, he muttered, "I'm fine. Sammy, please. Just give me a little space. Even Cas is doing better at that than you right now, and trust me, that's saying something."

"Sorry," Sam muttered, moving away to grab his jacket, "I'm going to get some breakfast, then I want to go check up on something."

"Meeting the demon bitch again?" Dean replied sceptically, "I really hope you're not messing around with that psychic, ESP shit again."

Sam glanced away as he said, "I'm not. I promise."

Dean nodded, satisfied with his brother's word, the laid back down, thinking that he probably wouldn't see his brother for the rest of the day, assuming that he was seeing the demon bitch. That was what he affectionately called Ruby; affectionately? Hardly. He hated her guts… if demons had guts that was. After about ten minutes he stood up and went to was his face, the cold water dispelling the lingering fright of the nightmare. It always ended the same way, he told Castiel he loved him, and then killed him on Alastair's orders.

It's only a dream, he told himself as he walked into the main part of the dingy motel room. The hunter pulled on a fresh t-shirt and threw on the leather jacket that had belonged to his father over top. He noticed that, as usual, Cas was right on his heels, but today he'd also sensed him staring at the mark on his shoulder. The angel himself had left the hand print shaped burn on the hunter's arm when he pulled the latter out of Hell. In unnerved the hunter slightly, but he didn't see a reason to bring it up now. Instead, he said, "Dude, Cas. Seriously. I wasn't kidding about the personal space thing. Back off."

Dean arched an eyebrow and continued, "And where do you think you're going anyways? It's not like you need to eat right?"

In his usual tone, the angel Castiel replied, "It is only natural for a guardian angel to stay by his charge."

"Fine. Whatever," came the short reply, "let's just get going. I'm starving."

*X*x*X*

As he drove, Dean felt that the angel's presence was unnaturally close. I'm just imagining it, he thought firmly, but he couldn't suppress the tightness and warmth that he felt at the angel's presumed closeness. Love always ends in pain. He could never love me. He's an angel, and angels aren't gay. It will never happen. No matter how he tried to dismiss the feeling, it didn't help. He could still feel the comfort that his angel's presence brought with it.

Since when have I thought of him as my angel? he wondered, pulling into the diner parking lot.

"Are you feeling okay?" inquired the subject of the elder Winchester's thoughts as they stepped onto the pavement.

"Yeah," he answered automatically, and oddly enough, he found himself a little disappointed when Castiel didn't press the issue. All through his eggs and sausages, he was trying to resign himself to the fact that it was impossible and that love always ended in pain for Dean Winchester. It was over his coffee that he realized it would be impossible for him to bury his feelings completely. He cared for the angel much too deeply.

Little did the hunter know, Castiel was studying him as well. He'd been noticing that Dean's already broken soul, reflected in the depths of his hazel eyes that only the angel could see, had been shattering a little more every time he woke up from one of his nightmares. the angel could only imagine what happened in those dreams that made his charge wake up in a cold sweat, screaming, or sobbing silently. Castiel knew that they happened a lot more than Sam knew about. It concerned him. He'd never told Dean, but the real reason that he rebelled against Heaven, and began to Fall, wasn't because he believed in God. It was because he had faith in Dean, the only one who'd stayed faithful to him... and he'd fallen in love with the broken human. He had the feeling that he was the only one who could put him back together. Castiel also knew that the idea that the gruff hunter would return his feelings was completely absurd. But that didn't change the fact that he still had very strong feelings for the man. At least the angel assumed that was what it was, seeing as it was like his heart was being crushed every time he saw his charge in pain, and now just being near him made his stomach do a flip and his heart flutter. He could constantly feel the pull that indicated his bond to Dean that had been forged when he'd pulled the hunter from the fires of Hell, in the form of a hand print shaped burn. Dean's presence, to him, was a soft glow, comforting and reassuring. The angel wished he could be the same to Dean.

*X*x*X*

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel where the demons they were hunting were said to be staying. The hunter broke their comfortable silence, asking Castiel, "Do you sense them?"

Castiel shook his head, "I don't, but they could just be out of my range."

Dean looked tired as he stepped out of the car; he sighed as he said, "Well, it can't hurt to look. The sons of bitches could be using some demon mojo to hide their presence."

"That is true," agreed Cas softly.

"Are you coming?" the hunter asked before he opened the door.

"Of course, who else is going to save you if things go awry?" the angel replied, dead serious.

He looked slightly confused as Dean started to laugh. "I'm being serious! Why are you laughing?"

Because I love you, and I love how you try to protect me, Dean thought. Out loud he said, "Because it's you Cas. Just don't change okay?"

The angel nodded, sensing there was a alternate meaning to his charges laughter, and what he'd said. The he saw what lay before him. The laughter died on Dean's lips as soon as he saw what lay before him. All three of the demons were dead, but there wasn't a single scratch on any of them. "Dammit, Sammy! Why'd you have to go an' use your ESP mumbo-jumbo?" Dean's eyes showed a glimmer of sadness that he felt at this betrayal.

Hunter and angel spent the rest of the day looking for the younger Winchester, but to no avail. Around nightfall they gave up, deciding that Sam would eventually return to the motel. About a half hour later, the younger hunter walked through the door, stumbling and wobbling slightly. Dean could almost smell the reek of sex as well as the alcohol rolling off Sam's breath. That made him slightly pissed off, so his next words were harsher than he'd intended, "Sam, why didn't you tell me you were using your mojo?"

His younger brother looked surprised, "I'm not!"

"You're lying!" came the soft reply, "I saw what you did to those demons in the motel. Why aren't you straight with me?

"Oh?" replied Sam, the alcohol was boosting both his ego and his confidence, "And you're not hiding anything?"

Castiel saw Dean blanch at his brother's words. "Dean," he inquired, "to what is he referring to?", but Dean just shook his head.

"He," explained Sam, "Was considering saying 'yes' to Michael."

Castiel looked shocked, but before he could say anything, Sam continued, "And yes, Dean, I am using my powers. For good. And Ruby is helping me, so if you don't like it don't expect to see me much after this. Ruby and I are going hunting together, in our own way." Turning to Castiel, he said, "You'd be welcome to join us, Cas. With you're powers we'd make one hell of a team. Besides, Dean was going to leave us all for Michael anyways."

"You might go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch, but don't drag Cas into this. Not Cas," Dean interjected furiously.

Why is he defending me so passionately? the angel wondered, I never thought he cared that much.

"Maybe I'll call," Sam was saying, "when I'm far, far away."

Dean, who'd looked furious after Sam had mentioned Castiel, suddenly felt grief and what could even be described as fear as he thought, I knew it. Love always ends in pain. Even my baby brother's abandoning me for some demon bitch. It will be just the same with Cas. He'll leave me too eventually.

Out loud he said, "Fine, get out. Go with that demon bitch. Once again, you're putting demons and Hell over your own family. Che. I should've known you never even cared you jerk. Especially after seeing your Heaven with only your stupid assed dog."

Sam began to look slightly disconcerted after his brother's rant, "Dean, listen..."

"No." Dean's voice was sharp enough to slice through granite, "You listen to me you sonovabitch. Now get OUT!"

The door slammed as Sam took his [angry] leave. The hunter stood frozen as he said, over and over to himself. "What have I done? What've I done?" in a low voice. "Cas... why..-" He stopped dead as he realized the angel had disappeared.

Looking out the window, he saw something that mad him freeze, tears trickling down his cheeks; Castiel was speaking with Sam and Ruby in the dark parking lot. So he abandoned me too, Dean said to himself miserably, crumpling to the floor, sobbing as his world fell apart.

Dun Dun Dun... :P Next chapter will be up soon! Please let me know what you think!

Shaiya K. Zeitman