Prologue
The rain hit his cheeks as he fell to the ground, begging for help.
"I know something's wrong. I can feel it. Tell me, Cas God dam you! Answer me!" It had been months since Dean had seen Castiel, and separated all contact with everyone he knew. He moved in with Lisa and Ben and started a relationship with them both, however every once in a while he would tell Lisa he was going out for some beers but really he was hunting for answers.
"Cas! I know you can hear me!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs. Angel wings fluttered and the bright blue eyes fell on Dean's face.
"So you finally decide to answer me." Dean got to his feet while snapping at Castiel.
"Dean. You chose family over this. You left this life behind you. Of course we're not going to answer you." Castiel's eyes lowered until they reached the ground where Dean was standing.
"And you chose Heaven over me" Dean's voice was a whisper.
"I had to go back. You don't understand, Dean." His eyes stared at Dean.
"I do. You rather hang out with them up there, when they didn't help us stop the apocalypse. More importantly they didn't help Sam who risked his life to save everyone's. They don't care and I thought you did. I was wrong." Dean turned around, not being able to look at the Angel who stood before him.
"Dean. Look. I didn't pop down for a visit. I don't expect you to listen to me, since you always do the opposite but I hope you will this time-" Castiel looked at the dark grim clouds above him, then back at Dean.
"-Something's happened. Heaven is crumpling. Lock-down. The Angels. My brothers. We're being killed. I'm not telling you this, to go after what it is, but to hide. Don't seek for me." A white flash of light flew at Dean and hit him square on in the chest.
"CAS?" Dean yelled.
Dean gasped for air, his lungs felt tight and his face wet. He was in bed. He pushed the covers down and walked to the bathroom. Running the tap on he tried to make sense of what just happened. Was it just a nightmare or was it real? He hadn't had an Angel in his dreams since two years ago, but he could never tell if they we're real or not. He put his hands under the water and washed his face. Slowly walking down the stairs he peered into the kitchen.
"Dean!" The little dark haired boy said running to Dean and wrapping his arms round him.
"Hey Ben, what you having for breakfast?" Ben ran back over to the table where he was sat.
"Pancakes!" The boy smiled, to which Dean smiled back.
"Ben, go pack your bag." Lisa gave a stern look at Dean, then a weak smile at Ben who ran out of the kitchen.
"Something wrong?" Dean felt a kick in his stomach when he asked this, he knew something was up.
"Dean. You keep saying his name in your sleep. You promised me it would stop. It's like your constantly thinking about him." Lisa picked up the empty plate on the table and moved it to the sink.
"I-I. It's just a nightmare, Lisa. It doesn't mean anything. Look. I promised I stopped hunting and I promised that I had finished with it all." Lisa glanced at him then took a deep breath.
"I think it's best for you to take a break from this. I want you to go away and think about what you really want. I don't want you to stay here if you don't want to be. I want you to be happy Dean." Lisa grabbed his hands putting them in her palm, slowly rubbing her fingers over his.
"I'll be here when you come back."