Author's Note: This is a small part of a Destiel AU where Dean gets "fixed" and the gates of Hell have closed, but Dean has asthma. I do not want to tell you any more.

Dean Winchester was only thinking as he was lying upon his and Castiel's soft bed. What would he do for a living? What would he be good at? He decided to take a good, long nap to calm himself, so he lied down on the bed, feeling the walls were blank without printed articles and pictures pinned to them. He sighed and decided he'd better put some posters up later. As he was sleeping, he had a great dream. One of the best he'd had in years... and it was about steak. Mmm, he imagined himself stabbing into the steak with a fork, watching a bit of blood drizzle out.

He awoke with a start when he found himself breathing unsteadily. Dean suddenly felt very hot, and he felt his lungs were burning. He felt as if he was breathing through a straw. It wasn't long before the "straw" narrowed down and felt like a coffee stirrer. "CAS!" Dean cried, but nothing but an almost inaudible whisper came out. "Cas... Cas... Cas..." He kept calling, and the more he called for Castiel, the more trouble he had breathing. He didn't care if he would die. He just would do anything, anything, for Castiel to be by his side during his last breath.

However, that was obviously not going to happen. Dean was sweating, and if he could pant, he would. Dean was almost red as blood, and at this point, he couldn't breath at all. Castiel was only in the other room, and Dean only wished he was there. Dean was shocked he wasn't dead by now, but just at the moment he experienced this shock, a pale man in a black suit walked directly toward him and took him. Dean was overwhelmed with worry once he had gone. He didn't want Castiel to walk in to his corpse.

Sadly, that is exactly what happened. Approximately twenty minutes later, Castiel finished making their dinner. "Dean, I have some very exciting news. I have appeared to gotten better at cooking, and I have made a popular dish called steak-" Castiel told Dean as he begun to walk into their room. "Dean?" he asked as he saw Dean's corpse. "Dean, you will be unable to sleep until very late tonight if you keep taking naps this late." Castiel tried to "wake up" Dean. Castiel begun to panic when Dean didn't wake up, but to make sure, he held his hand to Dean's throat.

No pulse.