/I really liked scared Dean, Yellow Fever was awesome but everything to do with Dean is a lot better with a certain angel of the lord ;) So yeah, please tell me what you think, I've never written anything like this before... /
Oh God, why is this happening? To me? Again? Questions flooded through Dean's mind as he frantically scratched his crimson covered forearms. Dean was sat on the edge of a motel bed, eyes darting in all directions. This has happened before; he's gotten ghost sickness before, but this. This seems to be worse than last time…
It seems that his fears are darker; his hallucinations are getting more lifelike and threatening. So far it's been things like monsters from Purgatory and Crowley popping into his head, but it's not so bad that he can't handle it. But now he can hear his heart beating through his ears and the paper of a small bible cutting his palms. He doesn't care, that is the least of his worries, one thing that IS worrying him, is one question… What next to come?
It's been two hours since Sammy went out to try and stop this thing before it gets too much for Dean. But all Dean can do is pace and try not to let himself get carried away, but none of this has been making a difference. Despite how much he tries to shake all the horrid visions, another one always takes its place, and that one is always somehow ten times worse. He's even prayed, which has seemed to have got him nowhere. Despite this he silently tries again, closing his eyes, resting his head on the bible in hand. He prays to Cas for what feels like the millionth time, knowing that he probably won't come, again.
He almost jumps feet when he hears the fluttering of wings in the room. But he keeps his eyes shut squeezing the book tighter, so tight he can feel blood starting to seep out his cuts and onto the paper. Taking a deep breath to calm himself a little, he opens his eyes slowly. As he opens them, he sees Castiel standing there in front of him. He can feel his heart rate go down a little and his worries lessen the slightest. However, there was something about this that Dean couldn't shake. A feeling, that something was wrong, but he didn't care. His friend was here and he had someone to protect him.
As he lifts his head he sees Cas stride towards him, he stands up to hug him. "Dude I'm so glad you're here." Wrapping his arms around him, Dean feels the coldness of the trench coat on his skin. Maybe Cas has been outside before coming here. Squeezing his friend one more time he pulls away slightly to look at him, hands resting on his shoulders. Dean looks at him with a thankful expression, he scans Castiel's face. He's just as expressionless as usual, staring into Dean's eyes. This isn't anything different from usual but that uncomfortable feel creeps up again…
That's when he notices that Cas hasn't said a word yet, at all. Dean takes a step back, looking at Cas again. "Dude, Cas, are you alright?" Dean's heart rate increases a little more with worry. He sees his friend takes another step forward, and on instinct Dean takes one back, hitting the edge of the bed. Cas cocks his head slightly, emotionless expression still there with bright blue eyes pouring into his green ones. "Uh… Cas? Castiel?" Dean can hear his heart beating loudly, looking up at Castiel with worried eyes.
Castiel is looking down at him with a predatory look and Dean does not like it, one little bit. Slyly he goes to reach for the bible he had dropped on the bed before, eyes darting between Castiel and the book. As he reaches Cas takes another step forward. "Uh Cas? Are you going to answer me? Because you are really scaring me…" Dean stutters with a shaky, nervous laugh at the end. Castiel still has his head tilted, staring at Dean still. Dean notices that his eyes are different, cold and icy. This makes him scared even more, which is definitely the last thing he needs right now.
"Cas! Talk to me!" Dean snaps trying to keep a calm face, failing. He stands up a little straighter, feeling cornered where he's currently and goes to step to the side. But before Dean can even blink there's a tight grip on his shoulder. Dean looks frantically at it then back to Cas' face, seeing his head cocked the other way. Dean's heart is beating harder which worries him as he feels the hand on his shoulder slowly squeeze harder, Dean can feel the pain radiating from his shoulder. "Castiel. Please. Stop. You're hurting me, dude." Cas doesn't seem to be listening to him, or if he is, he's ignoring him. Dean tries to pull his arm away, but Cas' solid arm won't even budge. Dean starts to struggle trying to pull him away, heart beating hard and fast against his ribcage it aches. Dean starts shouting, pulling and tugging at him. Dean looks up at Castiel and the last thing he sees is Cas' ice blue eyes before fuzziness then just…
Black.