"What?" Dean asked skeptically when he noticed Castiel was staring.

Staring and smiling. Smiling at him. It was slightly creepy and unnerving as always, but it made Dean's heart ache for Castiel. It was rather austere, yet familiar and even though he didn't understand as to why the usually stoic being was suddenly smiling, and he really wanted to know why, to find the cause to it, he couldn't help but return the small gesture and return the smile as hordes of butterflies abruptly decided to wreck havock inside of his stomache causing it to flip and lurch multiple times. Warm, fuzzy tingles spread swiftly accross his flustered skin, making him feel warm and comfortabley content. These unsurprising feelings were what worried him, he'd never felt this confident about anything before and it was onlt a matter of time before his angel uncovered the truth and disowned him.

"It's just that..."

He paused momentarily, smile not wavering under Dean's pointed stare. "I just never fully appreciated the wonder of human emotions until now." Castiel replied.

On the admission, Dean discovered his heart lodged somewhere deep in his throat, imagination wondering to the possible emotions Castiel could be feeling. Restlessly fiddling with a lose thread on the crisp towel tucked around his waist, Dean collected some clean underwear and a pair of jeans from his duffle bag before perching on the edge of the double bed and steadily dressed the bottom half of his butch body with a fixated concentration, unnecessary for the task as mundane as dressing oneself. Attempting to keep his voice as neutral as possible Dean's mouth moved on it's own accord. "Oh yeah? What emotions that then?"

At this, Castiel's smile only grew as he seemed to physically and emotionally embrace the new emotion Dean was yet to find out about. Dean traced the water droplets clinging to the well-defined muscles on his chest with the now detached towel, watching waith satisfaction as Castiel's eyes followed the movement. Castiel replyed quite simply without faulter or hesitation. "Love."

Dean's stomache plumeted, filling with sickening bile threatening to reach his throat, the vile taste stinging his tongue. His whole body felt as if it had been run over by a ten ton lorry, repeatedly. Dean was glad he was sitting down or he's positive he would have fallen to the ground, heart broken and sick to his stomache.

Who did Castiel see while he was in the shower?

It felt like Castiel had taken a knife to his gut and twisted it and twisted it, wrenching his heart out, spiting him for ever even dreaming about him. Castiel had finally succumbed to a human emotion. Incidentally, it was the same human emotion he wanted to recieve, but it seems that Castiel had found someone else, someone better. But now all his hopes were crushed.

Dean was distraught, but he swallowed the feelings and even though his heart was telling him to drop it, to protect himself from any further hurt, he wanted answers, he had to know. Rather reluctantly Dean tried to find out whom Castiel had taken a liking to. "Dude, if you're going to tell me you practiced some more pizza man moves with Meg th-"

"Dean!" Castiel cut in abruptly, voice octives a little high in urgency. "If you are suggesting that I would even consider copulating with that demon or anyone else besides you then y-"

Dean's heart skipped a beat, brain short-circuited as he tried to process what he just heard and his hopes rose considerably. Lifting a half outstretched hand, Dean silenced Castiel and proceeded to question him. "Woah! Hold it right there... What?"

Castiel's face turned a fashionably adorable shade of crimson as he dropped his gaze, staring intently at the floor, lip captured between nervous teeth.

Dean didn't even give Castiel a chance to answer his question. He spluttered, words half-formed, needing to affirm what Castiel had just admitted to him. "You want to... cop-copul... You want to have sex with me?"

Castiel released his bottom lip, unsure of what to do to distract himself. Castiel was embarressed, the feeling hot and foreign under his skin, by how many thoughts he already had of Dean when he had only just uncovered his feelings for him. He was unsure of what to say, of what to do. He sighed, voice deep, shaking with doubt and apprehension, preparing himself for rejection. "No, it's just if I had to with anyone then... Not just that, Dean."

Dean shuffled a little closer, his heart thumping loudly, trying it's best to escape it's bony cage and leap into the arms of the angel whom it belonged to. Want tainted Dean's quiet voice. "What then?"

Castiel looked up, blatant surprise etched all over his face. Their eyes interlocked and Castiel worried his bottom lip between his teeth, muttering words around them. "I... I want to... hold you..."

Castiel's blush deepened, darkening in colour as he looked back at the ground, lip bleeding slightly at the increasing pressure. Dean clambered of the bed, smiling softly and slightly closed the gap between them, his arms wove around Castiel's waist, encouraging him to return the embrace and Castiel snaked his arms around Dean's neck, his gaze still discarded on the ground. Dean voice was soft and encouraging. "Like this?"

Castiel slowly looked up and their eyes met once again. Coughing nervously he replied a little more confidently this time. "Closer..."

Dean obliged, tightening the grip on his angel, pressing their foreheads together with a gentle force, breathing in his angels scent. He smelled sweet, comforting. Dean caressed Castiel's face, his thumb lightly pulsing over the others bottom lip. Their shared breath tickled their faces and Dean let his voice encourage Castiel to make his next move. "What else?"

Castiel's built up confidence suddenly disintergrated with the question was pronounced. Dean wetted his lips as he watched his angel struggle to answer, eyes wide in panic. "I erm... I..." Castiel coughed nervously. "I want to...k-kiss you..."

Dean grinned madly when the words left his angel's mouth, as he happily leaned in, mouths lingering impatiently over each other's before Dean closed the gap further, applying a light compression to Castiel's lips. Castiel returned the gesture and soon their lips were moving as one, grazing lightly in a soft yet passionate kiss. Castiel's tongue traced the space between Dean's lips and although surprised that Castiel was taking the lead, he allowed the intrusion and soon both tongues were gently caressing the other, absorbing the tastes, exploring thoroughly.

They stayed like that, entwined in the middle of a shabby hotel room. Inspecting their newly discovered, alternative type of profound bond.

Unfortunatly this is the last chapter of Hunters enchantment and I just wanted to say thank you all so much for reading this and to everyone who put this story on alert, reviewed it, favourited it or even just read it, I'm really grateful. This is my first fanfiction ever so if you are reviewing this, please go easy on me. :D

Also a special, super duper thank you to angels-hunters-n-fiyahflies (check out her page, go on you know you want to) for being such an awesome support and an awesome editor. Love you all! Thank you so much. :)