Castiel was an angel that was devoted to one thing only. Temperance. He was in charge of keeping all the other angles in check when it came to their actions and behavior, like assisting with the new angels to overcome even the slightest amount of gluttony from the abundant amount of food, or even counseling an angel who had lost their fallen companion. However that all changed when he caught a glimpse of a beautiful male from below the clouds.

His comeliness took his breath away. He had only looked down for half a second, but it was enough for his heart to skip a beat. He had often seen humans from below the pure white clouds, but had never stopped to check them out, but Dean was an exception. His dark, ruffled brunette hair, deep red plaid shirt with rolled sleeves that gave way to his biceps, skin tight jeans and his breath taking eyes. Whenever he stared into his eyes, he was taken to a field of bright green grass on a warm, sunny day.

Falling in love with a mere mortal was strictly forbidden in Heaven. Doing so is punishable by having one's wings ripped off.

Every so often, the raven haired angel would sneak out from his daily job and surreptitiously watched as the man took on minimal tasks, like shopping for more plaid shirts with his brother, purchasing cherry pies, and even watching movies. Watching the human made him feel more than just a being used to purpose is to control others. He developed feelings that he'd never been familiar with. His heart races whenever he drove his car too fast on the freeway. His hands would clench and his chest would ache whenever he talked with a female at bar. And his cheeks would be wet from the small droplets of water that filled his eyes whenever he woke up from a nightmare and had no one to comfort him. He wanted to hold him whenever he needed help, he wanted to give him fresh baked pies just to see his big smile, he wanted to talk to him about all the wonders of life and beyond. He wanted to do everything for Dean.

One day, Dean walked down a littered alleyway on a cold night as Castiel stared down with loving eyes. Suddenly, a man in a dark Hood sped walked toward him, grabbed him by the shoulder and started to harass the man. The angel was filled with red hot rage. He couldn't sit around and watch helplessly as his beloved was in trouble. Nearby he found a man in a tan trench coat smoking a cigarette on some stairs a couple blocks away. A suitable vessel for him to take since they resembled each other. The man's soul was sent Elsewhere, whereas Castiel's soul transferred into his body. Now gone from heaven, he didn't take the time to stop and admire his physical body. He ran as fast as he could to Dean. Surprisingly when he got to him, Dean had thrown the assailant into the dumpster with ease. He turned his head to the side and locked onto the angel's deep sea blue eyes. Castiel was fill with so much emotions that his head felt as if it were to explode. His lips trembled, his knees felt weak and his throat felt dry. Castiel wanted to say hello, but Dean attacked him too, thinking he was another assailant. It was only until he pleaded that he wasn't an assailant under her kicks and punches did he stop. Feeling sorry for him, he half carried, half dragged the beaten man and flung his body into the backseat of his '67 black Impala. He then drove him to the house, where he tended to his bruises and cuts.

Dean was cautious of the dirty man at first. His black stubble, ruffled black hair and dirty trench coat made him appear as though he were an extremely pale bum. But his personality made up for his appearance. He always smiled in front of him and appeared friendly toward him and his brother, Sam, who was much more well built than his smaller older brother. He helped with chores even though he wasn't asked too and he cooked food for them. Dean grew fond of the angel and helped him look more appealing, by that he meant washing his clothes and giving him a clean shave.

Castiel never appeared nervous when he ran errands with the brothers outside of the house, but on the inside he was internally screaming his lungs out. It was extremely difficult for the angel to adjust to the boisterous society of speeding vehicles, concrete towns and loud, irritating sounds people call "music". Even with all those things that Heaven lacks, they didn't matter much to him. All he needed in his new life was his tan trench coat and Dean. Castiel and Dean enjoyed the many other aspects of life, like taking strolls together at the park and eating apple pie together. Life for him was better than expected.

From that moment on, their relationship had flourished. From all the movies he watched, he wanted his and Dean's relationship to go farther by making the first move, but he was to nervous to even touch him. However, it was in fact Dean who made the first move. He pulled the classic arm across the shoulder trick as they watched City of Angel's. He cupped his stubble chin and pulled him in for a kiss. The whole concept of kissing confused the angel, so their first time was extremely sloppy. It wasn't until Dean explained it to him that he understood. From then on, kissing had been more and more intimate. He then realized that he was committing a severe sin. The idea of lust wouldn't have even crossed his mind if he were back in Heaven, but now he didn't give a damn anymore. He had broken that rule already when they copulated in the backseat of the Impala. The nervous angel made sure to be gentle, since it was his first time engaging in intercourse. Again, it was a sloppy at first, but ends perfectly for both of them. They cuddled in the backseat with the tan trench coat wrapped around them. Castiel was in a state of pure bliss. He had his one and only snuggling beside of him as they had a romantic view of the warm colored sunrise. Was it all too good to be true?

One night, Castiel slept with his arm around his lover, when he felt the warmth from his body fade away. When he opened his eyes, he stared straight down a few inches onto his own face. He was physically asleep, but he was awake. Iron chains wrapped around his ankles and wrists so tight that he bled when he struggled to escape. He desperately tried to scream at himself to wake up, but the chains pulled him up to a place consumed by darkness. A bright spotlight shone down on him. His ankles and wrists were restrained by heavy chains that linked onto the floor. Suddenly, apparitions of dark hands placed themselves on his wings. They tugged and pulled on his wings. the wings tore off from his back. He screamed in agony Just when the pain couldn't get worse, he felt a severe burning sensation on his back. A hot iron crest was pressed onto his skin and created a charred imprint of wings, a sign of exile. How was this possible? He could only be exiled from Heaven if had associated with a... A demon...

When he woke up, the pain shot through his body. His blood stained the sheets, but it didn't matter. He looked to his side and saw the empty space on the bed. Dean was no where in sight. He found a folded piece of paper on her purple pillow. He unfolded the note and read:

Dear Cas,

I knew you were an angel the moment I first laid my eyes on you. I know you must despise me at this moment, knowing my true identity as a demon. I've caused you so much pain and suffering. Even now that I'm gone, you'll still suffer. I made you fall in love with me. and for that you lost your wings. You can no longer get back home because of me.

Don't try to look for me. Odds are you'll never see me alive again. It 's heart wrenching for me to leave you like this, but it's time for me to leave your life. Forever.

I'm sorry.

-Dean

Dean was indeed an angel. Just not the type of angel that floats on clouds and strums on a harp all evening. It all started when he had unknowingly called upon a demon when he and Sam were on the verge of death after their car had swerved off the road as they tried to avoid a collision with a drunk driver. Sadly, that was the same day that Castiel was backed up on work to keep on eye on Dean. Out of desperation, Dean made a deal with the demon that her soul would belong to Satan if he and his brother could to live on Earth. Dean hadn't told Castiel about the incident because he feared that the angel would abandon him, an action he was traumatized by when his father abandoned him and Sam when the brothers were young.

Tears rolled down his pale cheeks and dropped onto the paper. His head felt as though someone were hitting it with a hammer. He felt a pain in his chest that was far more worse than the pain inflicted when his wings were ripped from his back. He felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest. The fallen angel had completely lost it. He cursed everything. He cursed life, he cursed, he even used the Lord's name in vain. He rage led him to wreck the room. He threw the bedside table across the floor, shattered the windows and flipped the mattress. He collapsed lethargically on the floor from blood loss and sobbed. Castiel didn't want to accept the fact that the person he gave his everything to was a demon. He couldn't believe that he fell in love with Dean.

How could he have been such a fool?

One year passed...

Castiel's once clean shaven face was replaced by a beard, his breath often smelled of the pungent aroma of Jack Daniel's, and his hair and clothes were caked in dirt. His cheekbones were shown and his hands were extremely thin. There were some days where Castiel wouldn't have the energy to go on for days, so he would sit on the bed that he once shared with his love and think. Though, he would every so often check up on Sam to see if she was doing fine. With a beautiful wife and baby on the way, it seemed as though Castiel's life was as pathetic as a stray dog. The lonesome nights alone in the empty house had taken a toll on the man. He was all alone, with only his thought's too keep him company. Thought's of Dean filled his mind throughout the day. His bright smile and quirky personality forever embedded in his mind. He despised everything. He couldn't take it anymore.

Castiel sought no other reason to live on anymore. He wanted to hear Dean's husky voice, he wanted to touch his smooth skin, he wanted to see his beauty again. As he rummaged through the medicine cabinet for pills, he found a small blade. Something inside told him to use the blade on himself. He hesitated when he tried to take it, but what had he got to lose?

He hopped into the empty porcelain tub and leaned back on the rim. To him, pain was just a temporary obstacle for him to get through. He rolled up his sleeve, inhaled the crisp air and held it. He pressed the blade against his wrist and slid it across with one fast stroke. He repeated the same action with his other wrist and exhaled. The sharp, stinging pain of his cut came appeared slowly just like how the blood poured out. He watched as the crimson red liquid rolled down his arm and onto the tub. His body felt limp and lethargic as blood poured out of his wounds. Taking one's own life gave that person a free seat on the train to Hell. He looked up at the white ceiling as darkness rolled in. The side's of his lips curled up at the thought of meeting his beloved again.

He inhaled a deep breath. With his eyes watered and voice as brittle as his battered heart, Castiel muttered, "I'll be with you soon... Dean..."

Hell was far more different than the one's depicted in church. The place that was thought to be consumed entire of flames and magma, was far much colder. Dead, naked trees that towered above the man and a dark, gray sky that looked as though not a single speck of light had pass through its crevices. A mysterious fog covered what looked like a gravel path that led to eternity. Castiel felt something calling for him. Not physically, but mentally. With his hands in his pockets and his elbows held next to his cheeks, he slowly strolled down the path.

Suddenly, his heart leapt when he heard the low growls and snarls of dogs. Frozen with fear, Castiel watched with shaken eyes as three large dogs crept out from behind the trees. Their sharp, amber teeth were flashed at him, black fur covered them head to toe, their hind legs and slim bodies looked as though they could outrun any creature that came their way. But what made him more fearful was their glowing, bright red eyes that were filled with malevolence. They made their way towards him and circled around the shivering man. They sniffed He had gathered enough courage in him to bent his knee forward and darted away from the animals. He only got so far, before the dogs tackled him to the ground. Their razor sharp teeth dug into his arms and legs. Castiel groaned in pain as the dogs mangled his body. He punched and kicked the creatures, but it seemed ineffective. Suddenly, the dogs stopped and pointed their noses at the direction where they came from.

"Enough," shouted a low, husky disembodied voice. At that instant, the dogs had cowered away behind the cover of the trees with their tails between their legs.

Castiel had crawled toward a tree and pressed his back on the bark. His eyes widened as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. His ruffled, dark brunette hair, deep red plaid shirt, skin tight jeans and bright green eyes that took him back to a familiar plain of green grass and life.

"Cas?! Is that you?!"

Her coughed up blood and nodded. "Yes... It's me, Dean."

"Well I'll be damned." He chuckled for a bit and continued, "Even in Hell, I'm still making puns. It's been a while, Cas."

"It's nice to see you too. You're in good shape," he said sarcastically as he noted his blood stained hands and protruding fangs. "What have you been doing for the past year?"

"A year?! That long?!" He pressed his palm on the side of her head and continued, "Hell is a lot different than back home. A lot different. We don't poke people with pitchforks for all of eternity. There's sorta a business atmosphere to this establishment. Its quite-."

The more he listened to the demon, the more he noticed that he was... Aberrant... He spoke with honeyed words. Soft and sweet, but had the same tone as those cheesy business men on the television. Had he made so many shady deals that tone of voice assimilated into his normal speech? Dean talked about death as though it were as easy as plucking a flower. He explained that he

"Anyway, enough about me," he knelt down beside him and asked, "What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Well Dean, like most people, I died." He rolled up his sleeves and showed her the large, deep cut on his both his pale wrists. "I took my own life."

He pressed her fingers lightly on the flesh. "Well that's a bummer," he said under her breath as he rubbed the cut in slow circular motions. "What'd you clock out for?"

"I did it... I did it so I could be with you again," he groaned as he clenched his aching chest.

He clasped his hands together and awed at his reply. "You took your own life for me? That's so romantic, Cas." Suddenly, Dean's face had grown flat, emotionless. "That's so typical of you do do, Cas. But I told you not to look for me. Remember?"

"I couldn't stand being without you. I was miserable without you. My heart ached for you, my hands longed for your skin and-."

"That's very sweet of you to say. I missed you too." He truly wanted to stay with Castiel. He wanted his friendly company, his warm embrace, he wanted Castiel back with him. But like the other's in Hell, he had to pay the ultimate price for making a deal with the Devil. He slowly backed away into the forest. "I loved you, Cas. But I can't be with you."

Castiel 's heart sank. "W-Wait... D-Dean! Don't go!" He shouted in a brittle voice when she disappeared into the shadows. "Don't leave me again! Dean!" Blood poured out from his wound as he placed his hand behind the tree and tried to lift himself up. "Dean! Dean!" He fell to his side and sobbed onto the gravel. He couldn't stand to lose her again. "I love you," he muttered. "Come back... P-Please."

Just when he thought he had lost Dean again, he reappeared. He looked up at him, into his pitch black eyes.

The demon stretched his arm down at him and offered a suggestion. "If you truly love me Castiel, then become a demon with me."

Become a demon?

"If you give your soul to me, you won't have to suffer anymore. We can stay together for all of eternity. However, that doesn't mean that I-." Castiel reached out his injured arm and clasped his bloody hand onto Dean's. "Wait! You didn't let me finish!"

He smiled at the startled man. "It doesn't matter. As long as I'm by your side, I'll endure anything just to be with you. I love you, Dean."

Dean released his grip on the angel's hand and knelt down beside him again. He cupped both of his cheeks with his blood stained hands. Dean's colder than ice hands sent a cold shiver down Castiel's spine, yet he still found some warmth through their touch. Dean's eyelids dropped slowly as he leaned his head closer to Castiel's. In that moment as their lips met, Castiel was taken back to the time where smiles were plaster on their faces. A time where there was much more affection, compassion and tenderness. Somehow, he still felt as though the kiss had no real love toward it as if it were just a simple, hi-five. Just as Dean parted their lip's, Castiel grasped his hair and pulled him toward his lips. This time, their kiss was much more rough and vehement. The beaten man had yearned for this moment for a very long time. Unlike the other, this kiss had much more passion and fervor to it. Their tounges slid across one another's and their hands ran through one anthers hair. A thin bridge of saliva collapsed as their lips parted.

"The contract is sealed," Dean muttered under his hot breath.

Castiel pressed is forehead against Dean's and remarked, "Wonderful... We can be together now, like old times."

Dean pulled himself back from Castiel's touch. "But didn't you know, Cas," he grinned. When he turned back, his eyes change. The once forest green eyes that were filled with so much vivaciousness, so much curiosity, vanished. The eyes that Castiel had been infatuated with, shifted to the void that was the color of nothing. "Demon's don't fall in love."

"Well, neither do angels. But I fell for you, Dean."

Dean chuckled as he helped the man up on his feet. The angel then felt the pain of his injuries slowly disappear. His cuts and bruises had vanished. The pain had left him. "That's interesting. I would like to see how this plays out. There's no guarantee that I'll fall in love again that soon."

"Don't worry my love." Castiel lifted his hand to his lips. He didn't care if it took ten, a hundred or a thousand years. He was just glad to have his beloved back. "We have all of eternity, together."