I'm Here Dean

Part Eight

Slowly the demon made his way, pinning the angel against the wall
"Whats the matter angel?" He said in a low husky voice, his eyes turning black "Afraid of the dark?"

The blue eyes stared into the darkness with fear and arousal, quivering, trying to find a way to escape. He didn't want to use his angel blade, ruin the moment. But it was all very violent.
"De--"

Castiel jumped awake. He had yet another peaceful night, Deans nightmares had seem to have gone. Cas had never experienced dreaming before, and was unsure how to respond to his first. Dean was a demon. But he's fixed now, hes all better.
Dean was a demon...
And Castiel was an Angel.

The thoughts bubbled in his mind, he looked over at the clock: 3:45am. Deans still sleeping. But where did this dream come from? More importantly, what did it mean?

Being new to being a human Castiel didn't understand all human emotions yet, well he thinks he doesn't. Although he had been human before, and spent alot of time as a human he was yet to grasp the concepts of human emotion; Joy, Anger...Love. It was new. All of it.

But was Castiel really in love with Dean?

The dream made Cas' mind swirl in confusion and he didn't understand the sudden tightness in his pants, he ignored it hoping it would go away.

"I can't be," he told himself, "Dean is my friend."

Castiel had raised the Winchester from hell, and protected him whilst he sleep. He and his brother. But why would he have feelings for Dean?

He needed air. Time to think. But leaving the bunker early in the morning was a bad idea, especially if Dean woke up.

So, there he sat. In silence. Asking himself over and over "Am I in love with Dean Winchester?" , "How?", "When did this happen?".

But he couldn't come up with answers. He was clueless.
But he knew he couldn't tell Dean, no matter how much he wanted to, because it wasn't normal.

He tried to get back to sleep, but as he watched the clock nothing happend, he was just staring at numbers. Maybe it was his turn to be broken? No.

He stayed strong for Dean. But he needed to understand what the dream meant. What if Dean was really to become a demon again? He couldn't let that happen. (Even if he did find it hot). Dean was healing and thats what mattered.

He curled into his blanket more, closing his eyes, hoping maybe that would encourage him to go back to sleep. But still the dream lingered.

"Afraid of the dark?" The demon asked. The angel smirked up at him, staring into his dark eyes. Pulling him closer.
"Are you?" He asked in a feverish voice, the demon smirked at the blue eyed, puppy dog faced angel embracing a hot, moist kiss against his lips. It was so wrong, and yet it felt so right.