The motel room was dark, all the lamps were smashed and the furniture scattered over dirty blue carpet. Dean was sitting on the only piece of furniture upright. He was bruised and bloody, with a ripped shirt that revealed the eternal marking where Castiel first touched him. Forever leaving his touch not only on his arm but also, even though the hunter doesn't believe it yet, his heart. Dean looked up at Castiel who was starring out the window in deep thought. The angel like the hunter was bruised and bleeding.

"I'm sorry"

Dean said full of genuine care with tears in his eyes, looking at the back of Castiel willing him to turn and face him. Castiel remained where he was, he could feel Deans eyes burning into his back, Cas could feel them, as he always did, looking to his soul. After a few seconds a silent tear fell down Deans right cheek, which fused and mixed with the blood that was exposed after a very sever punch to the face. Dean still staring at Cas, praying for a response.

"Don't be, it was not your fault"

Castiel said in his low groaning voice, which gave Dean Goosebumps, but unfortunately no relief from his words. Of course he had something to be sorry for; Dean felt guilty right down to the pit of his stomach. This made Dean mad, he wanted Cas to get angry, he wanted to be blamed. He needed to be.

"what do you mean its not my fault,"

Dean exclaimed unable to hold in his shock and frustration he got from Cas. He could not believe Cas' calmness. The hunter stood to confront the angel, but as Dean went up to Castiel he felt unable to touch him, so he stood behind him and talked into his ear.

"It was my fault, for all of this. It's is my fault the demons came, my fault we nearly died- again,"

Although dean was talking business, Castiel could not help but fall into the rhythm of Dean's slow soft voice that gave him shivers. Castiel closed him eyes and listened he listened but heard nothing. When Dean had finished Castiel was lost in the feeling he got from Deans breath as it tingled his ear and softly moving his dark hair as Dean spoke.

Dean grabbed Castiel by the arms and swung him around so there faces were but inches apart. Determined for a response. In doing this Dean revealed the tears rolling down his cheeks. Dean had to make Cas listen.

"It is my fault for what those sons of bitches did to you,"

Dean spat these words with a real burning hatred of them. Dean lifted his hand to the angels face and studied Cas' injuries. Cas' face went slightly red and although he seemed embarrassed Casitel's body was now on fire. Deans thumb stoked Cas' bruised cheek whilst his hand was slowly lowering. Suddenly worried Dean was letting go Cas' hand joined Deans as he held it to his face,

"Look at you, I'm sorry"

Dean quietly spoke unable to get all the words out properly, as his focus was on his hand he had never been this close to Cas and felt this nervous whilst his heart was pumping this fast and his eyes were this glazed before, not with Cas, not with anyone.

"I'm fine; it's you that's important"

Cas told him with his usual professionalism, but what Cas really wanted to say was that Dean was important to him. Cas was begging Dean would know as he was looked into his eyes.

Cas moved his and deans hand to his mouth and gave Deans palm a soft kiss as a tear fell down Cas' face. Dean pulled his hand away it was all too real for him. Castiel was looking distort in front of him. He looked as though he had a thousand hearts and they all just broke at simultaneously. Embarrassed and broken Castiel readied himself to leave.

"Don't, please"

Cas instantly stopped, and looked hopelessly at Dean. Cas allowed Dean to pull his forehead towards his lips and gave him a longing kiss that was meant as friendship but was long enough to pass for affection. As they rested their foreheads against each other's, both stomachs leapt and sank and hearts ached.

"Oh Cas, what will I do with you"

Dean spoke in a loving way. Although Dean's words were innocent they flooded Castiels holy mind with thoughts and images he would have to pay penance for a few hundred years at least. Yet Castiel dared not speak encase of ruining the moment or scaring Dean off. Dean was confused; this was wrong all of it. Castiel's an angel for freaking sake. But at this moment, right now all those worries that had been plaguing Dean for months, they were all gone. Suddenly it was completely clear and it was starring him in the face, Castiel. Their breathing sequenized and they breathed into each other and felt each others breath.

Dean stepped back and looked at Cas, who had more than once taken a beating from some sort of evil that wanted Dean dead, he had died for him, rebelled for him, and killed for him. Who got hurt just a few hours ago whilst coming to save him.

"Cas"

Dean croaked out as he realised what he needed what they both wanted. A small smile appeared on Cas' face a smile of hope. That was more then enough for Dean to act upon. And he move in pressing his lips against Cas' his eyes tightly shut praying if this wasn't real, for him never to open his eyes again. Cas' eyes closed instantly but he pushed deans quivering lips from his, still with closed eyes and a shaky voice. He was worried and was trying to deny himself;

"But, its not gods w…"

Cas' voice could not carry the rest of the word, as dean had moved in close to Cas, as he spoke. So close it made Cas comfortable, lustful and weak. Dean stood firm knowing what he wanted looking straight into his eyes. Cas looked back and could no longer resist what he had wanted since dean first shoot at him all those months ago. Cas flung his arms around dean and kissed him with such passion they fell back and Dean was pushed up against the wall. They both gave into one another and lost themselves in the throws of passion.