Bit of a wait there guys, sorry. I just kinda lost momentum. Anyway, here's another chapter (five?) so I hope ya'll enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts or any constructive criticisms? Thanks!

Disclaimers the same. Um, don't think there's any salacious content in this one. Oh, just angst. Buckets and buckets of it.

~8~

Dean's thunderous footsteps pounded the earth as he marched through the vehicle graveyard. In his haze of anger, he had no idea just how far he'd come until when he glanced over his shoulder he could no longer see Bobby's. Growling in frustration, he approached the no-hope beat up old pick-up before him. Miraculously, a crow bar lay discarded and forgotten on the ground. A broken smile, almost a snarl, slashed its way across his lips.

Later he would feel particularly guilty about what happened to that car.

He didn't know how long he had been mercilessly pummeling into it before the sound of wings rang out over the din of metal beating metal. But he didn't stop.

He didn't realise he was crying, hot and stinging tears that burned their way down.

He kept going, he didn't stop, couldn't stop until that all to familiar "hello Dean" finally dragged him from his raging fury. He breathed deeply, trying to calm the furious beating of his heart. Letting the crowbar rest at his side, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse with emotion and exhaustion. But he didn't face him. He couldn't. "What do you want, Cas?"

The silence was thick and heaving, like swimming through syrup and trying to breathe.

"Dean, look at me." Dean heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. His angel was impossible. And intoxicating–– No. Don't go there. He was not his. Never was and never would be. He had to accept it.

He turned and faced the angel, and immediately wished he hadn't. Eyes like the fucking ocean threatened to drown him, that furrowed brow of real concern, and those goddamn lips for crying out loud. Obviously the universe was trying to kill him.

Castiel raked his eyes across Dean's face, cataloguing every shadow, bruise, and tear track. Bitter and biting, the raw pain Dean was trying so hard to hide in his eyes nearly had Castiel flinching.

"What do you want, Cas?" Dean repeated and the silent from me hung heavily in the air between them. "Coz I, I just can't do this Cas. I mean, you come to me in dreams, you stay with me, you keep the dark at bay, I mean fuck Cas, you pulled me outta Hell! And I just––" Cas merely stared at him, his fucking adorable bird-brain head tilt in full swing and Dean just couldn't stand it anymore. He would give anything, everything to just wrap himself around the angel, envelop him and be enveloped, never let go. But he couldn't. He was a monster. Famine was right – he wasn't anything anymore.

For the second time in as many days, Dean Winchester found himself singing.

(WARNING: Buckets for angsty/sexually frustrated/

goDDAMNITJUSTBETOGETHER creys may be needed.)

I died, so many years ago,

A part of him was mortified that the lyrics were actually coming out of his mouth but another was relieved. These had to be sung because they would never be said.

But you can make me feel,

Like it isn't so.

That doesn't mean he didn't cringe a little bit. Looking hard at the angel in front of him, he remembered the conversation they had once upon a lifetime ago on some benches at a playground. The angel had doubts way back then.

And why you've come to be with me,

I think I finally know,

mmm-mmm.

As Dean turned away from the growing storm in Cas' eyes, casually tossing the crowbar several feet away, Castiel's voice caught his heart and stopped his step. For a moment, he couldn't breathe.

You're scared, ashamed of what you feel,

Cas murmured as he followed Dean's stuttering footsteps.

And you can't tell the ones you love,

Afraid they wouldn't deal.

Right behind him now, Cas practically felt the heat coming off Dean, and he barely resisted the urge to inhale the enthralling scent that was Dean Winchester – leather, spice, whisky, mint, earthy, and something distinctly human and irrational and illegally irresistible. Dean tensed, hard muscles locked beneath smooth skin (perfect for his tong– no, not the time) as his lips brushed Dean's ear as he sang.

Whisper in an angel's ear,

It doesn't make it real.

Dean could almost feel every phantom edge of the angel. But he couldn't and so he wouldn't. Dean shook off Cas' presence, leant against the old pick-up that he had undoubtedly made beyond irreparable, and folded his arms defensively across his chest.

That's great, but I don't want to wanna play

Cause being with you touches me, more than I can say

And since I'm only dead inside, I'm saying stay away!

And let me rest in peace!

Suddenly, Dean leapt from the side of the broken body of the car to the top of it, vaguely noticing the hissing of tires and the crunching of glass and the whine of metal as he took and aggressive stance on its roof and sang almost violently.

Let me rest in peace,

Let me get some sleep,

Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six-foot deep.

I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release,

So let me rest in peace!

Castiel circled the pick-up, trying to hold Dean's eyes but every time they would evade his gaze, as if seeing into his eyes he would be able to understand. Castiel's next lines were thus a touch sarcastic.

You know, you got a willing slave,

And you just love to play the thought,

That I might misbehave.

He came full circle, once again standing before Dean, and pointed at him.

But 'til I do, I'm telling you,

You deserve to be saved!

Let it rest in peace!

Shifting out and back into the mortal plane, now standing behind Dean once more though this time on the pick-up, his lyrics would've sounded like a lover's murmur had it not been a song.

I know, I should go,

But I follow you like a man possessed.

There's a traitor here beneath my breast,

And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed,

If my heart could beat more, it would break my chest,

I'll squash it down; I'll do my best,

I'll leave you be and

The two now stood back to back on the ever-worsening pick-up, simultaneously singing their lines and breaking their hearts.

(Though the audience would normally be able to successfully

dictate whose side is whose, one takes pity on those who have OTP

creys in their eyes and quietly points out left is Dean and right is Castiel.)

Let me rest in peace - Let you rest in peace

Let me get some sleep - Let you get some sleep

Let me take my love and bury it - I'll take my love and bury it

In a hole six-foot deep - In a hole six-foot deep

I can lay my body down - I can lay my vessel down

But I can't find my sweet release - But I can't find my sweet release

Let me rest in peace - Let you rest in peace

Why won't you - I have to

Let me rest in peace - Let you rest in peace

The sudden whoosh as the pick-up collapsed in on itself in an explosion of glass and air served as several things that happened at once: a dramatic exit for one Angel in a Trench Coat, a final crescendo to an emotionally driven alternative-rock duet, and another heartache of many in the relationship between an Angel of the Lord and a Righteous Man.

No one was quite sure who was hurt more: the angel, the human, or the audience.

~8~

There we go, another chapter down! Things are gonna heat up a bit more now, so stay tuned! Updates should be a lot more regular now so please stick with me! :)