Summary: Sometimes evil is just too close to home. When Castiel can't seem to be able to have Dean touch him, the hunter knows something is seriously wrong. The truth though is so much more horrifying than Dean ever imagined. Dean/Castiel Slash. PLEASE R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

A/N: I got this idea on a walk today and I decided to write it. I'd love to know what you think. This is going to be angst galore with plenty of Protective!Dean and Vulnerable!Cas.

Just Too Close to Home

Chapter One: Assault

The room was dark, and all Castiel could hear was the breathing of his attacker, the harsh sound growing louder as someone approached him from behind.

"I don't like it when Heaven's soldiers disobey." A voice said, "I really hate it, Castiel."

The voice was too familiar for Castiel to bear and he closed his eyes, feeling himself being forced to his knees as tears stung the back of his eyes. He was on all fours and the attacker grabbed the back of his neck, holding him still as fingers were clicked and a rush of cold air attacked the angel's body.

Then the pain came. Shooting, burning pain ran through the angel's body as he was entered roughly, a cry escaping his lips. He was feeling things that he didn't feel when he was with Dean. He felt pleasure, love, warmth, comfort and safety with Dean…but with the one who was hurting him right now he didn't.

"You want to sin, Castiel?" The voice asked, "You want to give in to pleasures of the flesh?"

Castiel remained silent, but tears began to fall down his face.

"Give in to this."

Dean felt something in his stomach, something which was making him feel sick. There was something wrong…not with himself, not with Sam or Bobby, but with Castiel. That must have been the bond between the handprint and Castiel's Grace that brought that feeling on, the one when the other one knew that there was something wrong.

Sam looked up at his brother with concern as the older Winchester's face began to pale.

"Dean?" Sam asked as Dean put a hand on his stomach and then his chest, "Dean, what's wrong?"

"Cas…" Dean whispered, "There's something wrong with Cas…"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, "Dean?"

"I don't know!" Dean snapped, "I just…I can feel it, Sam…"

That's when Castiel appeared in the room, face pale and eyes bloodshot. His clothing looked neater than ever but his face looked…well…guilty.

"Dean?" He asked, "Were…were you calling me?"

Dean moved closer to the angel and noticed he tensed a little.

"Are you alright?" He asked, raising a hand to cup Castiel's cheek.

The angel shuddered beneath the touch and for the first time he felt sick, and for the first time, when Dean touched him, he just wanted to run.

"Baby…if we don't talk…" Dean began, being cut off by Castiel's gaze piercing his.

"There's nothing wrong." Castiel snapped, "I need to search for my Father. I will be in touch."

"Cas!" Dean called, the angel disappearing in a flutter of wings, "What was that about?"

"I don't know…" Sam breathed, looking at the dejected, hurt look on his brother's face.

"He never snaps at me," Dean said, sounding just like a hurt teenage girl, "He looked sick…I hope he's okay…angels shouldn't get sick should they?"

"Dean," Sam said softly, "Calm down. You're worrying and Cas is probably okay."

"He's not." Dean replied, "There's something wrong…I just…"

Sam nodded and patted Dean's back, telling him to try not to worry before heading out for food, but as usual, Dean didn't do what Sam said.

-TBC-