Flames.
Heat.
Fire.
Blood.
Screams.
Hell.
Her.
A startled Dean sprung up in bed, sweating and gasping for air trying to get the screams of those innocent people out of his head. He was shook out of his thoughts by someone calling his name.
"Dean, Dean. Man, you okay?" Sam asked looking over at his brother shocked by the state of him.
"Oh.. Yeah Sammy. I'm good" Dean replied lying back down and turning away from his brother, ashamed to be seen in this state.
"You sure? You look-" Sam asked again only to get cut-off by Dean.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just gonna take a walk." Dean replied sliding out of the bed and putting on his pants and shirt, grabbing his jacket and the keys to the impala, he left without another word, leaving Sam staring sadly at the closed door before lying back down and trying to get the images of his terrified brother out of his head.
..
Dean was sitting in the impala driving aimlessly through the streets trying to get images of hell out of his head. He stopped the car and looked up to see the spiral of a church in front of him.
"I'm trying to forget about hell and where do I end up? In a church of course" He muttered to himself approaching the heavy iron-clad doors.
The church was completely empty the only light source being the many small candles stationed around the alter. Dean walked down the aisle, his footsteps echoing loudly through the quiet church. He took a seat in a pew near the front, bowing his head slightly, Dean Winchester done something he never thought he would do. He prayed.
Dear God, He thought, I know I not your greatest believer. Hell I- Shit I can't say- Dam- Sorry. Anyway, these dreams, I can't sleep, I can't even think straight. Who pulled me out? Some big as- big demon? I just need help, please, I'm begging you here. Amen.
Dean opened his eyes not noticing the shadow in the dark watching him, wishing she could reveal herself but Castiel shot through her mind, making her stop. As if she called, he appeared.
"Soon Alex." He promised her gentle patting her shoulder.
"I know Cas. I just- Never mind, let's go" She murmured softly.
The soft whooshing of air could be heard as the Angels above spread their wings and took flight. At the noise, Dean looked up, seeing nothing he sighed, putting it down to his over tired mind.
With one last look around, he stood quietly and made his way back to the door.
Good luck, Dean Winchester, The quiet whispering in the wind caused him to freeze momentarily. Putting it down to his imagination, he left the chapel and headed back to Bobby's. All the while never noticing the angel watching him from a distance.