Super sorry! I am not sure what happened, but this is the REAL chapter lol I looked up the reviews and was confused when everyone said it was short so I checked it out and most of the chapter didn't post. I was like 3000 words short? Haha sorry guys, enjoy!

Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to post this chapter :O I've been busy but I forced myself to type this out today. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. And thank you for all of the reviews on the last chapter, you guys rock!

Punk81- Welcome aboard! Thank you, your review was delightful. Yeah I figure Dean and Cas have so much chemistry initially it just needs a nudge in the right direction ;)

Darkphoenix2345- Haha yeah it better if it doesn't want to get Winchestered good and proper! Glad you thought it was cute!

Haventmetmyangelyet-Hey! :D I know! That Wendigo is freaky. The very idea of it scares me :o I loooove that episode though. I love Cas and Dean and fishing, so why not have it all, right?

AngelicAbomination- That's Sam for yah! Yeah maybe I can find a way to scar that Wendigo for life instead of the other way around.

Rinienne- Thank you for the review! I will hopefully post the next chapter much sooner :D

"What Is and What Should Never Be"

Dean wiped hands on his trousers as he threw the last bit of his s'more into the flames. "C'mon Cas. Let's get cleaned up so we don't smell like ass." Dean leaned over the angel and snuffled his nose loudly. "Mmmmhmm. But you never smell funky. Must be an angel thing…or a you thing." Castiel tilted his head to the side, confused with Dean's antics as always. Sam chuckled and stamped out the last orange ambers as Castiel wrapped his arms around himself and gazed around him.

The woods were quiet tonight. A light murmur of wind scattered pine needles and brought new life to the dead leaves at the angel's feet. The silence troubled him. Not that Castiel had always preferred white noise. He had grown accustomed to the banter between Sam and Dean or Led Zeppelin blaring in the Impala. The wind had quieted down and now a deceiving silence had settled into the camp. Even the banter of the nocturnal animals had seemed to slip below a whisper in the close deepness of the night itself. Inky black spilled across the sky and exposed the fathomless expanse of the cosmos. Now that Castiel had been spending so much time with the Winchester brothers, he had almost forgotten just how big the universe really was. And just how the beings of this small planet moved him to feel such startlingly strong emotions. He had always looked at his father's creations with wonder, but now he could be one with them. It seemed so intimate and left him breathless. He nearly felt dizzy when he stood next to Dean and longed for the approving smiles rarely tossed his way. The soft brush of the man's hand upon his own nearly drove him into a frenzied state. He took his breath away. The rare times when it was Dean getting in Castiel's personal space he could feel his whole body and mind come to life. Sometimes he would feel an unquenchable yearning for a more personal touch. For Dean to do something. Castiel wasn't sure what. He didn't even mind the way Dean used him as the butt of most of his jokes since he had often seen him to the same to Sam. Castiel had become a member of their small family and even he hadn't realized what an effect he had on them. Dean was practically cheerful with the angel around. The addition of a third member to the duo had been the much needed neutralizing element. Now Dean and Sam were fighting less since Castiel "training" was distracting them from the stress that accompanied the apocalypse and the possible destruction of the very earth itself.

"CAS. Earth to Castiel!" Wide blue eyes trailed over the hunter's handsome face, oblivious to the curious smile on the man's face. "Hey there Forest. Ready to jet? Let's go."

"But I thought that there were no hygienic accommodations in the forest?"

Dean shook his head at Castiel in amusement as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Nope. We are using only the natural goodies at our disposal. We are going green." Dean slide his left hand onto Castiel's thin shoulder. "Grab a towel and come on." Castiel trailed quietly after Dean with his usual look of bemusement as he prepared to learn another lesson that he was afraid he would fail miserably at. He glanced at Sam who gave him an encouraging smile as they stopped at the edge of the river. A fish splashed near the edge of the river. Castiel's eyes widened. He could swear that it was his fish from their earlier excursion to the river.

"Hey Cas, I think I just saw your fish!" Castiel gave Sam a distracted half smile before he practically sped down to the bank.

Dean shook his head fondly with a grin. "Damn he's cute sometimes."

Sam looked amused and eyed his brother. "Cute?"

Dean's ears went a bit pink. "Uhh…yeah. Like a lost puppy." He glanced at Sam. "And so do you Fido."

"Jerk."

"Bitch." The boys looked surprised as they heard Castiel splash into the water with a look of deep concentration. "Cas? Hey Cas! What the hell do you think you are doing you crazy son of a bitch?"

Castiel plunged both arms into the water as he pulled out a wriggling fish. He gasped in shock as the fish slapped him in the face; leaving behind a startling red cut on his fair skin. "I have him Dean!" Castiel waded back into the water as Castiel placed the fish on the dirt next to the Winchesters. Sam and Dean glanced back and forth at each other before they burst out laughing at the very confused angel.

Dean wiped a tear away from his eye. "Cas, why did you catch him again? I thought we weren't allowed to kill the sucker?"

Castiel looked almost distasteful. "Of course not. I… wanted to bring him with us…" Castiel stared down at the water quietly as Dean tried to regain eye contact with him.

"Cas? Cas?" Dean tilted the angel's chip up with his hand, surprised to feel the light shudder that ran through his body. "Are you cold?"

Castiel shook his head and dropped the fish in surprise as Dean grasped his hand. "C'mon Cas. You don't want to go tramping around in a river with that trench coat on. More clothing makes you more likely to drown." Dean chattered away as he tried to get the image of a dripping wet, naked Castiel out of his mind. His mind was so often in the gutter that he figured he should be surprised that a shape shifter wasn't hiding along with it. He pushed the unpleasant memory out of his mind as he helped Castiel to the bank. Dean frowned when he noticed that the cut on Castiel's cheek was still there. Normally the angel would have healed something so minor in a heartbeat. Sure, Dean had told Castiel to hold back on the angel mojo usage, but Castiel seemed to like keeping himself tidy. Even if he still had no idea how to properly wear a tie. Sam was already splashing in the water when Dean helped Castiel out of his coat.

"Erm… you can get out of the rest yourself, right?" Castiel nodded, not understanding why Dean was acting so nervous.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Cas?" Dean hung the trench coat over the limb of a scraggly tree; greatly amused by the fact that Castiel naturally put it on over the regular clothes he had bought him. He toyed with a sleeve as he locked eyes with Castiel.

"Are you, okay?" Castiel tilted his head to the side as he looked Dean over.

Dean guffawed. "Of course Cas. Now-" Dean was stopped in midsentence as Castiel casually pulled the wet blue t-shirt over his head. Dean's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he took in the sight of Castiel's flawless ivory skin. 'Son of a bitch. Knew he was pretty and all, but damn it he is really kinda… beautiful.' Dean thought as he tried to tear his eyes away from the lovely vision. Castiel did not acknowledge his presence as he fumbled with the button on his pants. He curled the tip of his tongue over his top lip in concentration.

Dean tried to speak and couldn't at first, his mouth had gone so dry. "Umm Cas?" He asked hoarsely.

Castiel nodded at him. "Yes Dean?"

"Do…do you need any help?" Son of a bitch! Now he sounded almost as gay as Sam when he sung country ballads or ordered a salad at a bar.

Castiel eyed the ground and bit his lip. After a moment he nodded, defeated. "Oh man, what's wrong Cas?"

"Nothing." Castiel glanced at the river a bit moodily. Great. The only thing Castiel seemed to have learned from Dean was how to lie. And Castiel did a horrendous job of it.

"Come here." Dean swallowed as Castiel stepped right up next to him, noses nearly touching. "Uhh Cas?" The angel glanced up at him. "That's close enough." Dean took a deep breath, not really believing he was about to do this. He rested his hands on the soft skin of the angel's hips as his breath caught in his throat. Dean bent down and undid the button as he felt Castiel tremble once more. He glanced up. Castiel's eyes were closed and Dean could see his dark eyelashes lightly flutter. His full mouth was slightly parted and Dean could hear him breathing just as heavily as himself. Heat began to pool in his groin as he gently rested his fingers on the zipper; a small splinter of silver in the moonlight. His eyes widened as he felt Castiel's body reacting to his touch and watched a light flush of pink ghost over the angel's cheekbones. Castiel turned his head away slightly and opened his eyes in surprise when he felt Dean's finger tips on his cheek.

"Dean." Castiel locked eyes with the hunter and Dean could see the confusion behind the blue irises. The angel looked so innocent sometimes, when he didn't know something or wasn't in the middle of smiting a demon. In this moment Dean knew he was looking upon an otherworldly creature. Castiel himself was so strange and awkward with ordinary things that Dean was often reminded that he was not, in fact, human. But there had been a change. Castiel was the same fish out of water, but the humanity that had begun to creep into his person grew every day and Dean had taken notice. But here he was; ethereal and untouchable as he had always been. Dean brought the angel closer to him even as he felt the distance attempting to rip them apart. No. He leaned in and kissed Castiel lightly on the mouth. Dean had seen so much evil things that should have remained untrue details of a children's book so it was time to collect something good. Castiel…the angel's mouth was soft against his. Dean opened his mouth slightly and felt Castiel do the same. He could feel something building up in his chest and could not specifically define it. His heart, brain, and lungs were on fire and tremors of electricity seemed to be tunneling throughout his entire body.

"Dean? Cas? What happened to you guys, are you alright?"

Dean pulled away from Castiel as they both jumped. "Son of a bitch." He kissed Castiel lightly on the forehead before he headed casually down to the river. "Don't get your panties in a bunch Sammy. Cas just needed help…with something."

"Uh-huh. Help with what?" Sam smiled smugly at his brother as Castiel wandered out after Dean.

"Shut up bitch." Soon the boys were splashing each other and shouting loudly. Dean soaped up Castiel's hair for him as Sam tried to choke back his laughter.

"He's not a baby Dean. Just tell Cas what to do and he will figure it out." Castiel frowned at Sam. Normally he would be delighted that Sam found him to be a competent individual but right now he was reveling in the closeness of Dean. They soon dried off and tramped back to camp, shivering lightly in the night air.

"Hey, looks like someone went through my bag." Sam eyed the strewn contents of his duffle bag. They were in a messy pile next to the bag; as if someone had been shuffling through them before being unexpectedly interrupted.

"Yeah and they also decided to root around in our tent. It's unzipped." Dean's face broke into a grin. "I believe that we should assume that our perpetrator is a greedy little blonde girl."

Sam rolled his eyes as Castiel narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Yeah Dean. I'm sure it's Goldilocks. I don't think we are dealing with the same fairy tale case here Dean."

Dean tried to catch Sam's eye. "That makes us the three bears." He gave his brother a cheesy grin.

Sam shook his head. "Dean, no joking around. Someone's been through our stuff."

"I thought no one lived in this area?" Dean nodded. I thought so too. Strange huh?"

"Yeah. Man this is weird. A little too strange for my liking Dean. Campers aren't allowed out here." Sam ran a hand through his hair worriedly.

"Mhhmm. Maybe a poacher?"

"I don't know. But we need to be less lax on the security. Someone…or something is out here with us."

The boys brushed their teeth uneasily as the stood in the now chilly night air. "Sammy. I think you should stay in the tent with us tonight. I don't want you to be singled out." Sam nodded and dragged his sleeping bag into the tent. Sam placed his gun by the sleeping bag and unwound his Ipod and plugged the head phones into his ears as Castiel and Dean wandered into the tent. Dean crawled into his and Castiel's sleeping bag pile as he gazed at the top of the tent. He heard Castiel snuggle quietly snuggle next to him and let a grin slide across his face. Dean pulled Castiel into his arms. For a while Castiel lay with his head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat as Sam began to snore. Dean tilted up his chin and kissed him as the night seemed to still around them. Soon nothing mattered but the frantic discarding of clothing and the need to touch and taste; to explore the territory that had once seemed forbidden. Castiel lay his head back on a pillow as Dean rolled on top of him and left a trail of kisses down his neck. Dean tugged the shirt off of Castiel as the angel writhed against him, every once sleeping sense now awakened and crying out for some sort of release. Dean felt triumphant when he was finally able to not only flick open the button on Castiel's pants but to slide them off of his body. When Dean finally slid into the body below him he had completely forgotten that he was defiling an angel. He felt so real. Soft cries filled the air as Castiel's nails scratched down Dean's back. Dean lost it when Castiel whimpered his name one last time before laying limp in his arms.

A change had begun in the angel since he had met Dean, and now it was beginning to come full circle. A torrent of shielded and oft unused feeling came crashing out. Castiel felt everything. The night air on his bare skin, Dean's warmth seeping into his body, and the pure emotion that left him dizzy and lost in its wake. Castiel let out a soft gasp as tears started at his eyes and began to slide down his face.

"Cas? Are you…crying?"

"Dean…I…" Castiel cried heavily against his chest as he was assailed with feelings he could not yet understand. It was like gifting sight to a man who had always known darkness or the cheap caricatures his lonely mind conjured up.

"What's wrong Cas?" Dean pulled him in closer.

Castiel shook his head at him. "I don't know Dean. I…am confused Dean."

"Aren't you always?" Dean chided gently.

Castiel actually smiled as he tried to wipe away the tears. "Not like this Dean. I followed my orders and loved my father and brothers. There was nothing else to it. But I have already known doubt and guilt. I cannot place what I am feeling now. With you.

Dean gripped his hand tightly."Cas I…I want you to know that I…care about you." He nearly kicked himself for not shouting 'I love you' right in Castiel's face.

Castiel nodded as he rested his forehead against Dean's. "I think I care about you too." Dean grinned when he saw the strangely human look in Castiel's eyes. He didn't need Castiel to vocally confirm what he saw reflected back at him in blue. Love. Castiel was a funny creature. Not quite human and less like the usual angel dicks, Castiel loved him. Dean felt as giddy as a school girl as he held him to his chest and listened to him breathe softly. Soon Dean was also asleep.

Castiel awoke in Dean's arms with the night still visiting the forest. He heard strange noises in the darkness and felt what he didn't understand to be fear nestle in his heart. Something evil was at work. Castiel slipped out of Dean's arms and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He pulled on the trench coat before he looked over Sam. Once he was assured of his well being he snuck out of the tent. A light rain dripped from the trees as the wind began to pick up. He was cold. Castiel drew his coat closer about him as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath of the cold, clean air. Rain was upon it and so was the smell of the wet earth. Castiel let his eyes roam about the clearing before he turned to reenter the tent. Something cold and clammy gripped him and covered his mouth with a foul hand. Castiel wrestled and let out no cry as the thing bit into his tender flesh. The monster knocked his forehead against a stone until he went still. Blood pooled about him and his now nearly human body laid there stagnant when it would normally have guard him from most of the pain while his flesh nit back together. Castiel now knew that what he was feeling was called fear. His foggy brain began to quiet as the Wendigo grappled with his limp form and dragged it away from the clearing. The only evidence of the angel would be the blood coagulating slick and dark on the moss or the frantic cries of his friends as they searched for him in the morning. The trees shook quietly and some of the night loving animals forsook their burrows as the threat tunneled under the earth with one of the Lord's fallen angels in tow.