Title: Bad Dreams

Author: Jenny Kasumi

Characters: Castiel and Dean, and Sam (very minor)

Genre: Fluff-ish, and almost hurt/comfort but not really

Rating: I'd say PG-!3 but [spoilers] there's a sort of sex scene in the end but nothing graphic at all so T to be safe

Timeline: based in season 9 right after I'm No Angel S9E3 but references past events in the series

Spoilers: seasons 6-9

Word Count: 2358

A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. Any feedback is appreciated. Seriously, tell me if I got the characterizations right or if I was completely off, if the paragraph breaks are weird, grammar/spelling mistakes, if I messed up the tenses, or if you hated the story (but if you hated it at least tell me why). Tell me your thoughts.

So, this fic basically started after I watched I'm No Angel when [spoilers] Dean told Cas he couldn't stay in the bunker. I texted my friend my headcanon/prompt and it basically turned into this.

Summary: During Castiel's last night in the bunker he has a "vision while he's sleeping. (Basically, Cas has a bit of a nightmare and he goes to Dean to "warn" him of the people trying to kill Cas)

Faster. I must run faster or they'll catch me. Castiel looked behind him to see if his pursuers were catching up to him. How have they gained so much ground at such a slow pace?

Castiel kept pushing himself, straining to run faster to get away from the danger, but no matter how fast he ran he didn't seem to move ahead any farther.

Suddenly, Castiel was running down a closed off alley with his pursuers right behind him and no where to go. He turned around facing the inevitable.

"Finally done running, Cassie?"

"How are you even alive? I killed you." Castiel was panting for breath, while his brother still looked as suave and savvy as he always did.

"I'm not the first angel to come back to life, Castiel. If I recall, you were also brought back." Although his only purpose for being resurrected seemed to be to taunt Castiel, he didn't question his brother's explanation.

"What do you want from me, Balthazar? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to punish you. You have been a very naughty boy, Castiel. You've done so much wrong, not just to the angels but to these humans you claim to love. I mean, you realize that because of the little spell you helped Metatron with you've just subjected all living humans to the mercy of our siblings. Who are, I'll remind you, probably very confused, scared, angry, and let's not forget, powerful. Although, not as powerful as they used to be, but still powerful enough to do damage."

"I thought I was doing the right thing." Castiel said in a quiet voice, he knew it was only an excuse, and didn't justify his actions.

"And how many people have died because 'you thought you were doing the right thing'? How many of your friends and colleagues have you killed for your so-called higher purpose. I mean, look at me, I'm a prime example. All I was trying to do was fill in the cracks before the dam broke, and what did you do? Kill me. It was a bit poetic, I suppose. I stab your back, you stab mine?"

"And what about me, Cas?" Castiel turned towards the new voice.

"Meg?" Balthazar seemed to have disappeared and he was now standing in front of Meg, who Castiel presumed to also be dead.

"Hi there, Clarence. Well? What about me? You do remember how I died, don't you?" Meg's smile was sickly sweet, a smile that most demons seemed to have mastered. Letting you know that what they were were about to say was true and that they knew it hurt for you to hear it.

"Yes, I remember. You were helping us retrieve the angel tablet."

"Yeah." Her smile faltered for just a second. "You know, I didn't even know exactly what I was helping with at the time."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want-. I never meant for you to die on that mission."

"Well, boo-hoo for you, Cas because I died anyway. And look what good it did. Look at the mess you've made since then. I mean, really, Cas. All the angels of heaven have fallen because of you."

"The angels falling is none of your concern, so why do you care?"

"Oh, Clarence, I don't care. But you do. And it's just killing you inside, isn't it? Because it was your fault, all your fault, and now everyone else is left to clean up after you. Again."

"Like I tried to do after you destroyed heaven during your insane mission as God." Meg was now gone, and in her place stood Naomi. "Everything you do, Castiel, goes wrong. Why do insist on still trying?"

"I need to fix what I've done. I have to."

"You will only make it worse. You know it's true, Cas. You should just surrender."

"But what about Sam and Dean?"

"What about them, little bro? They don't need you anymore. You're human now, useless, a liability even. They've already kicked you out of the bunker, remember?" Gabriel appeared just as Naomi disappeared. All of this appearing and disappearing was starting to confuse Castiel. Where were they all coming from? Why were so many of Castiel's dead friends coming to talk to him? How did Gabriel know about the Men of Letters' sanctuary? What was the purpose of all of this?

Suddenly, Castiel was standing in an open field. He was surrounded by everyone he could remember ever doing wrong to. Every single person who has died, lost loved ones, or has been negatively affected in any way in consequence to his actions. All of them talking at once, slowly moving towards him like zombies, telling Castiel exactly how they've been wronged and what he could have done differently to prevent it from happening.

Everyone except Sam and Dean. The Winchesters, who have been wronged so many times by Castiel, but always forgiving him eventually. Despite what Gabriel said, Castiel believed, perhaps foolishly, that if he found them he would be safe. If he got back to the bunker everything would be alright.

So, he started pushing through the crowd of people, hoping he was moving in the right direction, while fighting off the grabbing hands trying to pull him back, strangle him, or otherwise hurt him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle but he had to find Sam and Dean, with them he would be safe.

With every step Castiel took into the crowd the easier it became for the hands to make him stop or stumble. Cas was soon on the ground with hands around his neck choking the life out of him. The edges of his vision were starting to blur from the lack of oxygen in his human body. With his last breath, in a desperate attempt to save himself, he called out for Dean.