A/N *hides in the corner while typing this* I know I must start every new chapter with an apology why it took me this long to update but again: sorry for not updating sooner. Also, seriously, you guys have been amazing and all the reviews/alerts mean a lot to me. I am quite happy with how this chapter turned out, so I hope it can make up for my absence a bit. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7 "Terrible love"

Castiel was the first one to put aside the thick book he was reading, or well, had attempted to read. He had trouble focusing, both because of his proximity to Dean (damn the spell) and because of the anger and disappointment still coursing through him. He had been going over and over their last conversation for the last few hours when he decided he had enough. It apparently didn't matter what he said, Dean continued to act this was and Cas was just fed up with it.

He yawned, feeling very weary and sleepy. Which was odd, because he normally didn't get sleepy, only during that one time when he was turning human. He tried to suppress another yawn but failed.

Noticing the angel's tiredness, Sam looked up from his book. "I don't think I've ever seen you yawn before. Are you tired?" He asked confused.

"It would appear so. I believe it is the spell. Not only is it affecting my powers, it has made me feel…human. I would very much like to sleep now, if that is alright." Castiel supposed he should feel embarrassed he required sleep now, with him being and angel and all, but he just felt completely drained. Sam nodded sympathetically. "Sure, just use the guestroom. Up the stairs, second door on the right."

Cas gave him a small smile and immediately got up from his chair. Just as he had reached the hallway, he could feel the now familiar ache in his chest grow larger as he put more distance between himself and Dean. He let out a sharp sigh but continued to walk up the stairs. He was not going to be the one to give in, not this time.

He found the pulling sensation was easier to ignore if concentrated on his anger towards the hunter, but that did little to relieve his constant frustration. With clenched teeth he made his way up the stairs. When he almost had reached the door to the guestroom, he could hear the scraping of a chair downstairs, followed by unmistakably Dean's footsteps in the hallway.

Castiel couldn't help but grin a little, it felt good not being the one who followed this time. Opening the door, he could hear Dean coming up the stairs behind him. Cas turned his back to the door, not wanting to face Dean when he entered. The pull had once again become stronger and Cas didn't trust himself with remembering all the reasons why he wanted to stay away from Dean.

Still stubbornly not looking at him as he spoke, Cas asked Dean, who had finally come into the room after hesitating on the doorstep for quite some while "What do you want?"

Dean didn't reply until he had walked to the old, gray couch stuffed in the corner of the bedroom. "Same as you. I'm tired as hell. Gonna crash."

"Here?" Cas asked incredulously, finally turning around in surprise. "Yeah… well, I doubt I'll be able to sleep anywhere else with the curse and all." Dean had been taking of his shoes as he spoke and was now sliding off his jacket and Cas now noticed how he indeed had a blanket and a cushion stuffed under his arm.

Not wanting to think about Dean sleeping in the same room as himself, Cas sat down on the bed, fumbling with his shoe laces. As soon as he neatly had put them next to his bed, he laid down on the bed, fully stretched and above the covers. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Dean who was now, from the sound of it, taking off his pants. More rustling sounds followed and then it was quiet.

"Cas?" Dean said in a hesitant way. "Yes Dean" Cas wearily replied. "You sure you can sleep fully dressed like that? Wouldn't it be more comfortable if you took some clothes off?" Cas didn't know if he was imagining things again, but Dean's voice sounded strained in a way.

"I do not have clothes to sleep in" Cas said in a tired voice. He just wanted for Dean to stop talking and to stop saying things that Cas' brain had interpreting in a very different way than he had probably intended.

Without saying one word, Dean had got up from the couch and Cas could hear him leaving the room. Before the cold ache could spread again, however, Dean had returned, throwing something soft on Cas' chest. Castiel opened his eyes and touched the dark fabric. It was one of Dean's old t-shirts.

"You can put that on, you'll sleep better" Dean said matter-of-factly. Cas let his finger linger over the material, he knew Dean was right. Already the trench coat was feeling uncomfortable and the fact that Dean's scent hung heavily around the shirt didn't help much either.

Slowly Cas sat upright and the trench coat fall of his shoulders. Carefully he folded it and laid it down next to his shoes. He struggled with his tie for a little while, suddenly realizing how Dean's eyes were fixed on him, following every move. It made him feel extremely self-conscious and he could feel heat rising to his cheeks.

"Stop it. You are only undressing yourself while Dean is apparently watching." Not surprisingly, this did little to calm him down and stop his heart from racing. Unfortunately, his shirt was up next and his hands were actually trembling as he tried to unbutton it.

The curtains were drawn in the little bedroom and the only light came from a small lamp on a table near the gray couch, shedding its light on most of Dean's face. Cas could sense the atmosphere had shifted in the dim-lit room. Electricity was again cursing through his veins, heightened by the eye-contact he maintained as he let his shirt simply drop on the ground.

Very deliberately Cas reached for the dark t-shirt, the hypnotic feeling was unmistakably back. The one that made his feel like it was stuffed with cotton, static with electricity. For a brief moment it looked as if Dean made a move to get off the couch, but he only turned on his back, eyes glued on the ceiling.

Castiel sharply exhaled, not realizing he had been holding his breath and hastily put on the t-shirt. The tense moment had passed and Cas could feel his head clearing, for the most part at least. Cursing himself for getting caught up in the moment yet again, he closed his eyes, finally trying to sleep.

Dean, on the other hand, had his eyes still open as he laid on the worn down couch. He was trying very hard not to think. That used to be something he was very good at, but it was not working now. Castiel was lying only a few feet away in one of Dean's own shirts and the magnetic pull felt stronger than ever. Moreover, Dean felt guilty. Guilty about how he had treated Cas hours before.

He knew why he had acted that way, which only made him feel more confused and worse. It had been because Cas had been right. There had been something between them in that hotel room when there had been no curse. And there was something between right now.

Dean couldn't handle it anymore, it was like the buzzing feeling inside of him was mad at him for having treated Cas in the way he had. It was trying to make him up with Cas, like only that could make things better. He turned around a few times under his blanket, desperately trying to let sleep overtake him. But he had no luck, it only made him feel more agitated. Almost involuntarily he suddenly jumped up from the couch and made his way to Cas' bed.

A/N So…. a more quiet, slower chapter this time. It felt a bit static sometimes to me, but I have no idea how you liked it. It would be very very helpful/amazing if you took the time to let me know what you thought of it. + reviews tend to make me update sooner. (but not to worry, I got most of the next chapter finished already… so it should not take me too long to update this time.) Thank you for reading!