DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. I wish I did. Or at least had a joint-custody agreement and got to spend time with it every other weekend with supervised visitation. Oh well…
Title was taken from the Blue Öyster Cult song "Here Comes That Feeling".
SPN Crack:
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Setting: Early Season 6
It was no surprise to anyone that Dean's nightmares came back with a vengeance when he teamed up with Sam and started hunting again. He figured as much, but never imagined they would hurt like this.
He is in the Winchester home in Lawrence. It looks much the same as it did almost thirty years ago, when Mom died there.
He is most definitely confused now.
There's no one here.
No Mom. No Dad. No Sammy.
Just him.
He looks down at himself and is surprised to see he's wearing pajamas – very unlike him. He usually sleeps in his underwear and whatever shirt he was already wearing. Even more unlike him is the fact that these are the pajamas he remembers Dad was wearing that night, all those years ago. Well-worn flannel bottoms and a forest green United States Marine Corps tee.
He heads into the family room, where the TV set blinks and the picture crackles with bad reception, and decides to watch a movie. He plops down on Dad's favorite recliner and watches the broken up visuals of some old war movie for a while before he begins to nod off, his head bowing to his chest as he begins to snore.
Suddenly a loud scream comes from upstairs, waking Dean. Before he knows what's going on, he is already running up the stairs into the nursery, a sickeningly tight knot in the pit of his stomach.
What the Hell was he doing in Sammy's old nursery?
He peeks into the crib. But, just as he expected, there was no baby in it.
He sighs, wondering what in the Hell was going on around here.
Then he decides to look up at the ceiling. Don't ever ask him why he did that, because he himself never really understands why.
On the ceiling was one of the worse sights he has ever seen, in all his years of hunting.
Dean's eyes immediately fill with tears. "Cas?"
His Angel was pinned to the ceiling with his trench-coat fanned around him – much like Mary Winchester had been when she died on that same ceiling, though a ring of holy oil was added for Castiel's sake.
But the worst was yet to come. He looks to the doorway of the nursery, hoping to see that yellow-eyed bastard Azazel and kill him all over again for this. But it is someone else who stands in the doorway, cackling like a madman at Dean's heartbreak.
"Sammy?"
It sure looks like Sam. Except for the bright yellow eyes that seemed to shine with glee as the ring of oil combusts and turns to a halo of holy fire that consumes the Angel.
Dean woke up in the front seat of the Impala, covered in a cold sweat and panting heavily. He looked around. Sam was nowhere in sight. He sighed, letting his forehead come to rest on the edge of the steering wheel as he caught his breath.
"Damn, Cas."
The Angel in question appeared beside him in the front seat, looking at him quizzically, "Dean, you don't look well… What's the matter?"
The hunter smiled, grabbing the lapels of the familiar trench and pulling Castiel's mouth to his. The kiss was needy and desperate but, Hell, so was Dean right now.
He pulled away, his smile dropping briefly, "It was a nightmare. Just a bad dream. Not real." I won't let it come true.