I don't own anything really I don't just my imagination but the characters are that of Supernatural and not mine.
A black Impala drove through the field toward an abandoned church. The only light shining through the windows was from candlelight. It was clear that it was still pretty empty; there were no shadows against the walls. Dean Winchester had sweat on his brow, as he looked how much further he had before reaching the church. The shorthaired man sucked his lips in, his green eyes revealed anxiety, hopelessness, and rapid thinking. He stopped suddenly as his car just hit the steps of the small church. He rushed out the car to stand in front of the large oak doors. With as much force as he could muster Dean kicked the doors, causing the doors to fling open.
"CASTIEL! WHERE ARE YOU?" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Two crystal blue eyes looked back at him. They squinted as the light from the Impala's headlights blinded them. The eyes belonged to a handsome man with dark brown hair. He had a 5o'clock shadow and luscious lips, dressed in a suit and trench coat.
"Dean..Dean, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. I can't do anything anymore." Castiel the earth bound angel said; his whisper was hoarse.
"Cas, I don't care what you do for me. I need you." Dean ran down the isle passing by the empty pews. He took the angel in to his arms. He didn't struggle against him, but allowed Dean to hold him. His eyes traveled upward and downward looking at nothing as he processed the moment. Then he spoke.
"Dean, please let go." Dean pulled back a little.
"I don't understand why you left? Was I not enough?"
"No, Dean I wasn't enough. Not now, before I was." Castiel said unable to look at the other man's face.
"Castiel, I don't care if you have powers or not, I love you for you."
"I AM NOTHING WITHOUT MY POWERS! I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER YOU! I CAN'T PROTECT YOU! I CAN'T FIX THINGS FOR YOU! WHAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!" Castiel screamed falling to his knees as tears poured into a river on his face. Dean sat down on the floor to be level with the crying angel. He had stopped crying, trying to be stronger for the other man. He didn't say anything it was inappropriate to; he only stroked the dark hair.
"Your only a man now Cas, it's going to take some time for you to adjust." Dean whispered into the fallen angels ear.
"I'm not a man. I'm not an angel. I am some sort of freak of nature. I had the powers of life at my tips. I saw wondrous and beautiful things. I heard the voice of divine creation in my ears. How can you love a freak like me? A disgusting contortion of an-" The fallen angel was cut off from his speech, as Dean had sealed his lips with his mouth. This time the angel didn't fight back or pull away. This time he allowed the invasion of personal intimacy. Dean held Castiel's face in both hands and looked into his eyes.
"I am going to take care of you. Don't ever cry without me. I'm the one that loves you." With that he and Castiel got up and walked to the Impala. Castiel was extremely weak, never had experiencing such a flux of emotion drained his energy.
The tiles of the large bathroom reflected the candles that surrounded the large bathtub. The tub was filled with hot steaming water, and clothes lay strewn across the floor. Castiel rested his head on his arms resting on the edge of the tub. He hadn't said a word or made a sound as Dean washed his back. He knew that Dean wanted to ask him about the scars on his back. But he would wait till Dean felt it was appropriate to do so. Castiel winced a little when Dean ran his hands over the scars left by his once angelic wings.
"Do you want me to stop?" Dean asked, not wanting to hurt the angel anymore.
"No, no the scars will heal better if they are cleaned." Castiel said taking a breath in.
He then let out a small moan, surprised and pleased at the sudden feeling of Dean's passionate lips running down his back. Castiel closed his eyes blissfully falling asleep to Dean's kisses.
Errr end of chapter 1- Author Notes: I was feeling darker please review.