He wasn't sure what originally attracted him to the hunter. Was is those sparkling candy apple eyes? The way he sacrificed everything just to save a few souls? Maybe it was his unnerving energy, how he attracted the angel to him without a thought? What ever it was he was caught, like a moth to a flame. Yet, somehow, he didn't mind it.

His brothers had warned him; warned him about how the man would cause his fall. That Dean Winchester was the serpent and he was the snake. Impossible, Castiel would reply, for Dean is human and I am a male. Gabriel would snicker, dropping the conversation them, though Cas knew it would always be brought back up.

"Why did you call me." His voice rang out in the nearly empty hotel room.

"Cas." The man in question looked almost revealed as he looked up.

"Dean." He acknowledged, worry stitching into the corners of his mind as he stared at the hunter's pain filled expression.

His heart pounded in his chest.

"I need the angel blade, Sam took the other." Dean stood up, forcing the angel to look at look at the jagged tear in his exposed torso.

"What has happened." He stepped forward."

"Nothing, don't worry about it." He cast him a loose, sideways grin.

"Dean." His voice lowered.

Something is wrong. The feeling burned at his essence. His eyes betrayed him though as they dipped to the tight jeans that molded onto the toned body. He tried to stay focused, but kept his stare steady. He feels so close.

Another step.

Come closer, please.

He stood directly in front of him.

Please, Dean, just come closer.

Dean put a hand on his shoulder.

Something's wrong.

"The blade?"

"Here." He grabbed the blade from his pocket, handing it over to the strappingly handsome hunter. His hand brushed against his stomach.

It went quiet as Dean smiled widely at the angel. His hand slipped to the back of the shorter mans neck, pulling him closer. Dean's lips pressed against Cas's. Shock raced through the nagel, his vessel stiffening. This was it. His hand touched the other man's shoulder.

"Dean." He whispered softly against the chapped lips.

"Castiel." The replied whisper sparked shivers to race down his spine.

He kept quiet as the kiss resumed, his body being pressed into Dean's. Cas knew this was wrong, so why did it feel so right? His hand knotted into his hair, feeling the hand from his neck more to his lower back. His pounding heart slammed into his rib cage frantically like a caged bird.

Is this why Eve bit the apple?

Is this what they meant when his brother had told him to beware of the green eyes hunter. When they told him was like Eve, he understood now. This was the temptation the woman must have felt, the snake whispering for her to bite the forbidden fruit. Well Cas was biting the fruit, it seemed, and he sure didn't regret a single damn thing.

This felt so much more than right.

A gasp was forced out of him, his eyes glancing down to stare at the angel blade now protruding from his midsection, bright blue light burning from around the edges. He looked back up, pure black eyes gazing into his blue ones. He tried to search for the warm, familiar green ones he knew.

For the Dean he knew.

Pain.

The pain of a thousand dying suns.

And just like that, Castiel had fallen for the snakes lies and had been burned.

Just like that he was gone, empty vessel slumping over against the man the angel had once given up everything for. The man he once trusted. The angel had raised both Winchester's from hell, saved the world, he was god. But now?

Now he was nothing.

The only thing that remained of him were the wings burned into the man he once loved.