A/N: I've been thinking about this one for quite a while. So I decided that I would actually write it. Here it is. This is the prologue. I hope it isn't too terrible.
"Dean, I wish circumstances were different. Much of the time, I'd rather be here." Dean met the Angel's gaze and for a moment, he felt lost. He knew that they both wanted something different. That they wished that the timing had been different. Sam's soul to be back in place in a way that wouldn't shatter his brain to pieces. And that they weren't working with a freaking demon.
He would never openly admit it, but there was something within him that stirred when he was around Cas, but the circumstances. Always the damn circumstances. Another thing that Dean never mentioned aloud was how often he prayed to Cas. The only one who knew was the Angel himself.
That night was no different.
As I lay me down to sleep, I do pray to the Angel, Castiel, to keep his lily white ass safe in the battle of Heaven.
He paused...somehow, that didn't seem very pleasant, but then again, Dean never was. He shrugged.
Look, man, I get it. I get that you wish circumstances were different. I do too. But we're stuck in this world where everyone we love could die and has died. I just...be safe, alright, man? And help me look after my brother.
Amen.
Dean laid back and covered himself with his jacket. He glanced over at Sam who was flipping through a book. Either it didn't happen, or Sam didn't notice, or something, but there was a flutter of wings and he glanced up. The air felt different and he had been expecting to make eye contact with Cas, not...Chuck. But there he was.
"Hello, Dean. Circumstances will be different." The writer pressed two fingers to Dean's temple before the human could say anything back and there was a bright flash of light and then darkness.
A/N: So what'd you think? Love it? Hate it? Write me out a review, please :3 xxPyx