Dean Winchester was laying in bed, staring at his friend. Castiel was just leaning against the wall, staring so intently at him.

"Dean," he said softly.

"No, Cas. Don't."

"We should talk about it," he moved towards the bed.

"DAMN IT CAS I SAID NO!" Dean threw a picture frame in the wall.

"Dean," he sat on the edge of the bed.

Dean growled, "Damn it! Cas! We aren't some kind of teen soap opera! It happened! It's over. We pretend it never did... And we don't tell Sam."

Castiel stood up, "When you're ready I would like to talk about it."

Dean closed his eyes, remembered yesterday's horrific events.

Dean and Castiel were hunting down a witches who had been terrorizing a small town in Virginia. Sam stood back investigating a journal he found about covens.

They tracked it down to a a cabin that belonged to a church retreat 10 years ago. "I'll take the front door, you circle around back," Dean whispered to Castiel as he grasped the silver handle to the cabin.

Castiel nodded, without a word he was gone. As Dean pushed the door open the creak was louder than if he had just kicked it in.

The cabin was dusty and looked as if it had been abandoned for a hundred years. "What the-"

A drawing of a raven was on the wall of what would be the living room, it looked like it was drawn in blood. Fresh blood.

"Nice to meet you Dean," a silky voice said with a deep British accent. Dean shot around, his gun up before his eyes even focused on the figure in front of him.

She was white, her waist length hair was wavy and a almost magical shade of blonde- as if it were sparkling.

"Ok Hermione," Dean remarked although she was a sight to see. "I see you know who I am, where's the kids?"

The woman laughed, "Please. Hermione has nothing on me," she gave him a wink- her green eyes were bright with amusement. "The name is Zalinda and I don't have any kids here. I do how ever," she gestured toward the back door that just swung open, have an Angel."

Two other beautiful witches walked in, pushing Castiel through. "Cas," Dean said slowly.

"Im fine don't worry about me," Castiel said calmly.

"Look," Dean started. "I'll make a deal, give me the two kids and I'll let you live."

Salina smiled devilishly, "I have a much better plan." She began talking in tongues not even Dean could recognize anod before he knew it he and Castiel were tied to the old wooden chairs at the table. I'm

Salina walked over, "how about we try some group therapy. A little spell to help you two release some of this tension I feel."

The two witches behind her snickered. Dean couldn't seem to speak, she had muted him.

"I'm not just a witch Dean, this isn't just a coven and I don't plan on killing either of you," she said with a huff. "I'll need you for later," she clapped her hands together. "Well, time for some fun. You'll thank me later."

She started talking in tongues, Dean felt his voice return and the ropes fall. She was gone, small of them gone.

Something else was wrong though, he didn't feel right. "Cas," he stood up to check on Castiel. "You alright?"

Castiel looked up at him. "Yes. I am. Are you?" Dean nodded, "Looks like they got away." It felt warm in the cabin, Dean offered his hand to help Cas up.

Castiel reached out, as his hand grasped Dean's it was like an electric current had pulsed through. A warmth grew in Dean's stomach and something had started to grow.

Castiel looked like something was wrong with him, his grasp on Dean's hand tightened. "Dean," he spoke softly. Instead of Castiel standing up, Dean seemed to have gotten on his knees. "Cas," he choked, "Whats happening?"

"I'm not quite sure," Castiel was leaning closer to Dean. A strange hunger was growing inside him.

Their faces moved closer until only inches apart, "What the hell are you doing!"

"You're doing it too Dean," Castiel said as his nose touched Dean's.

"It was those witches!" He yelled, "they put some kind of weirdo mumbo jumbo-" but it was too late castiel's lips had already met his and as much as they wanted to fight it Magic had taken its course.

"No!" Dean mumbled but it didn't matter he could not stop. Castiel looked pained as Dean tried to push him away, "NO! Cas no no no!"

It didn't matter how much they tried to fight it, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean and they had dropped to the ground. "I am so sorry Dean," he said in a cry.

Dean tried to think of anything, but this was not something he had to fight before.

It was growing stronger, the desire and the hunger. Their lips continued to dance in a struggled but almost natural motion. "No. Castiel. No" Dean said between kisses but it was over his strength was failing him every moment the spell was stronger.

Castiel said nothing, his expression was pained and confused. His hands moved to the edge of Dean's shirt lifting it up, he began kissing from Dean's neck downward.

"Cas," Dean groaned.

"Dean... Dean... DEAN?"

Dean shook his head in horror. Sam was waving his handks, "You alright?" Dean nodded, "Yeah I just was thinking about Adriana Lima."

Sam looked at him suspiciously, "Okay then.. I found out more about the Coven." Dean stood you, "Good. Did you find out how to kill those Asshats?" Sam nodded, "Yeah."

First of all I have never done a Dean and Castiel fic. Or supernatural so just let me know what you guys think. I want to do i tmore flash backs and go deeper into this but I'm not sure. REVIEW PLEASE