A/N. Sorry for not updating sooner. I have not forgotten about the story at all but things have been hectic and writing did not go so well. On the other hand, this chapter is rather long. I hope that makes up a bit for my absence. Enjoy!

Chapter 5 'Edge of Desire'

Dean was still lying unconscious in the backseat of the Impala with Castiel huddled above him, frantically trying to clean Dean's wounds as fast as he could. After Castiel had stopped the bleeding and had disinfected the wounds he put the first-aid kit back underneath the seat. He let out a sharp breath and raised his hands quickly, away from Dean's face, afraid that if he had let them linger, he would be able to think straight at all anymore.

He took another deep breath. He knew something was off, not that he had the illusion that he didn't have feelings for Dean, because he did, he realized that himself too. But what he was feeling right now, like his heart was about to leap out of his chest because he was so close to Dean. Not to mention the unfamiliar warming glowing feeling that had settled in his chest and the cold ache he'd felt when he did not have contact with Dean…that was definitely not normal.

Castiel was letting his minder wander over all the possibilities that could have caused this but then Dean started stirring slightly in his sleep. This immediately caught Castiel's attention and he found himself staring at the man that lay sprawled over his lap. As if hypnotized Castiel watched him, how his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath he took, how his shirt clung extremely well to his body and most of all how he licked his lips every now and then.

Castiel did not know how long he had been staring but with an immense effort he willed himself to look away, eyes now glued to the roof of the Impala. Suddenly he heard an almost inaudible gasp, and there the sound was again. Cas could not help but look back at Dean.

The hunter was clearly dreaming and from the look on his face he was enjoying himself too.

But maybe Castiel was just imagining that, just as he was maybe just imagining how the corners of Dean's mouth twitched and how his breathing had become irregular. Heat was rising to Cas' cheeks, clearly he was going insane. Desperately he tried to turn his attention elsewhere when the gasps turned into words. Castiel froze, he had probably heard it wrong. His heart was beating loudly as he waited to hear if the sound would repeat itself.

"..Cas." Dean sighed happily in his sleep. Castiel gulped, he had heard it correctly the first time, Dean was dreaming, about him and from the looks of it, it was very pleasant tried to move away from Dean, it was all a bit too much for him to handle, he felt like he could combust at any second. He leaned away as much as the confining space of the car allowed him and his head hit the corner of the roof, cheek resting against the cold window.

This seemed to calm him down a little and to distract himself even more he began to softly mutter prayers in Enochian. Decades and decades of denying most thought and feelings finally paid off and since Dean has now stopped talking in his sleep, Cas found it easier to escape in his thoughts about heaven. Not that the vibrant feeling had subsided, not at all but finally being able to be this close to Dean seemed to be enough, for now at least.

It was not long after that Sam stopped the car as they had arrived at Bobby's. The old hunter, having heard the Impala pull up the scrap yard, hurried towards the car. Sam opened the passengers door and tried to carefully get Dean out of the backseat. He felt worried, his brother was still unconscious but he glad at least his wounds were taken care of.

Castiel tried to help were he could, gently pushing Dean out. His fingers lingered on his shoulders longer than necessary, until Sam and Bobby, who immediately saw that they needed to get Dean inside, were carrying him to the house.

Cas let out a sharp hiss, he was pretty far from Dean now as he was still in the car and the cold ache spread through his entire chest again, intensifying by each passing he strode after the other men, wanting to regain closer contact with Dean, anything to make the icy feeling stop.

"What is wrong with him?" Bobby asked, worry colouring his tone. Sam pushed the front door open with his foot when he answered, a bit out of breath from supporting his brother. "We were ambushed. There were two Bacchae, instead of one. Castiel and I were dealing with one, but the other one, she got hold of Dean and knocked him around." They arrived in the living room and Bobby and Sam gently lay Dean on the couch.

Sam stretched his back and turned to Bobby as he continued. "So we killed one, but the other one escaped. She also did something to Cas' powers, he wasn't able to heal Dean." Bobby looked incredulous at Sam. "A Bacche affecting an angel's power? Never heard of that one before. But how's Dean?" "According to Cas he is asleep. I guess he's just shaken up from all the falling. Sam looked anxiously at his brother, but he did smile a little now he saw he was at least comfortable. "Well, at least now we know what we're dealing with. That'll make research go a hell of a lot faster." Bobby said while looking down at Dean with affection. Sam nodded 'Yeah, we should be able to track her down fast."

Suddenly Bobby looked back at the couch, not at Dean this time, but at Castiel who was now sitting on his knees behind the couch, only his head visible above the edge. "What the hell is it you're doing?" He shot him. "Keeping an eye on Dean." The angel replied simply, completely focused on staring intently at Dean. Sam scoffed a bit but soon realized Cas was dead serious. "Uhm, alright Cas, You go ahead and stay with Dean. Bobby and I will be in the next room. If there is any change, you'll give us a shout right?" Sam asked, eager to bury himself in books to stop himself from going crazy from worrying over Dean. Castiel nodded, eyes never leaving Dean as the other two men walked into the other room.

He felt conflicted. On the one hand he longed to be as close to Dean as possible, to actually touch him, on the other hand the feeling scared him. He had compromised by letting a couch separate the two of them but he had allowed himself to watch Dean as he still lay sleeping,

All of a sudden Dean rolled over, body almost pressed to the back of the couch, as if he too longed to be closer to the angel. The feeling inside Castiel started frantically buzzing, happy it felt like it was finally getting acknowledged. It was as if there was a magnet in Cas' chest. Its magnetism increasing every time he got closer to Dean and the metal growing painfully cold whenever he was at a distance.

Encouraged by the feeling, Cas slowly raised himself until his head was hovering over the edge. Big blue eyes stared at the hunter, studying every detail of the hunter like he had done many times before. But did Dean's cheekbones always were this perfect shape? Did the breaths Dean took through his slightly parted lips had always sounded this good? Castiel sighed, happily wrapped up in the moment, thoughts of fear finally forgotten for the time being.

Suddenly Dean's eyes snapped open, immediately making contact with Castiel's. Instinct took over and not expecting the close proximity, Dean backed away. He hadn't realized he had been lying on the couch though, and with a muffled "sonofabitch," he fell on the floor.

"Dean!" Castiel shouted and hurried towards Dean, who was laying sprawled on the carpet, a dazed look on his face. He kneeled down next to him, looking very anxious. "Dean…are you alright?" Dean blinked, planning on saying "yes I am fine" when he caught hold of Castiel's gaze.

Electricity sparked the room, atmosphere becoming heavy as Dean continued to look at Cas and Castiel swallowed heavily at the sight. If the vivacious feeling had been almost impossible to control when Dean has been unconscious, it was nothing to now that he was awake and eyeing him with the same mix of longing and shock.

Slowly Dean began sitting upright, captivating Castiel with every movement he made. Dean felt very, very confused. He didn't remember anything from after the Bacche had placed her hand on his chest. All he knew was that he had woken up to Castiel's intense stare and that he had the burning desire to just touch the angel.

Dean closed his eyes, trying to compose himself but all he could focus on was the presence of Castiel, so very close to him, yet somehow still not close enough for his liking. For a moment he let his thoughts wander, on what it would be like to ran his hands through Cas' dark hair. What it would be like to pull him close and most of all what it would be like to capture his mouth with his.

The feeling inside him rejoiced at the thought alone and urged him to just act on it. He tried to push the feeling to the background, but found he just couldn't. He opened his eyes and found Cas was staring at his lips, the faint blush on his cheeks suggesting he had shared exactly the same thought.

As Dean has been unconscious for the last few hours, the sensations coursing through every fiber of his body felt impossible to ignore. "Cas?" Dean managed to croak out, turning his name into a question. Castiel nodded understandingly, "I know Dean. I am aware of it too."

And for some reason Dean noticed the slightest of changes. How the tone of his voice had become even more lower than usual and how his eyes shimmered more darkly than usual.

He found himself very near Castiel, his scent clouding his thoughts again as had happened in the hotel room a few days back. It was a scent the hunter could not place. It was something from a different world, clear and pure. Like heaven, he suddenly realized.

Somewhere in the back of his head he registered that something was wrong. That something had caused him to feel like this. That there was a force stronger than himself at work. But, unlike Castiel, he had had no time to adjust to the new feeling at all and the closeness of Cas made everything overwhelming.

Very deliberately he brought his hand to Cas' face, not being able to fight the urge to touch him any longer. His fingertips touched Cas' cheeks and immediately a warmth flooded through his entire body. It was one of the most pleasant feelings Dean has ever had. It was the feeling as if everything was, is and always will be okay. His brain disconnected from his body, reveling in the feeling completely. The sensation was everywhere, there was simply no room for thoughts. Dean spread his entire hand, cupping Cas' cheek and the angel involuntarily leaned in to the touch, closing his eyes.

"Wow…" Dean whispered at the feeling that was coursing through him and seemed to intensify by the second. All of the sudden they heard a loud crash from the other room. Sam or Bobby must have dropped something and Cas snapped his eyes open. He seemed to come around and started realizing what was happening and he backed away from Dean. He cursed himself, but doubt and fear were having the upper-hand once again. Dean's brain, however, still refused to catch up with what was happening and only cared for the heat to come back.

Dean scrambled to his feet, legs still unsteady as he tried to walk after Castiel who was now standing in a corner. He refused to look at Dean, willing himself to recollect his thoughts that had been shattered from the moment Dean has regained consciousness.

Dean was not thinking anything at all, however, besides of how he should be closer to Cas and he took a big step in his direction. Suddenly he heard the familiar flutter of wings and Castiel had disappeared.

The reaction was instantaneous, the haze in his mind vanished and coldness shot through him. With a groan he fell on his knees, head in his hands, not being able to fight back the pain. Everything around him seemed painfully clear and razor-sharp. It was like a migraine, only this pain was not just in his head. It was a pain he felt in every vein of his body. He could actually feel the cold wrapping around his heart like an iron fist, making it almost impossible to breathe.

In the other room, Sam looked up from the book he had been reading and faced Bobby. "Did you hear that?" Bobby nodded and quickly they got up from their chairs.

They found Dean still on his knees, on the floor, clearly in agony. As soon as Sam wanted to run over to him, he saw Cas appearing in the corner of the room. The position in which Cas had come into the room was almost an exact copy of Dean's. The angel was also on his knees, hands clutching his hands.

Dean dropped his hands, and looked at Cas who did the same. They both shared a look of extreme relief, clearly the pain had subsided. Sam looked at his brother and then to Cas, and then back to his brother again. "Seriously, what the hell is going on here?"

A/N …..So, what do you guys think? I am not sure, it feels like it is not flowing well. If you see any (grammar/stylistic) mistakes, please let me know. If you could let me know what you thought, maybe in regard to how you find the direction where this story is going, that would mean so so so much to me.