Too Many Fantasies
By: giddyfan
Chapter 1: Fantasy Rising
I hear a knock on my front door. Opening the door I see something I never thought I would again. There was Bobby and Sam there but next to them was Dean. Had Sam brought him back finally? I wordlessly usher them inside. Shortly after Dean died I purchased this house. Sam had refused to let me go with him, so I got a house near Bobby's in case he needed me. We go into the living room. Sam and Bobby sit on the leather sofa. Dean and I each sit in the two matching chairs. It's a nice sunny day out so the light from the windows is shining in on all of us.
"Did you do this Sam?" I ask looking away from staring at Dean.
"No it wasn't me," Sam answers. There was a silence for a while.
"One thing I don't get is why you didn't keep your promise Sam?" Dean says.
"I did keep my promises," Sam tells him.
"Really doesn't seem like it," Dean returns.
"Sam did check up on me once. This is after he refused to take me with him," I explain.
Dean looks at me and says in his usual cocky way, "Love the new look by the way." I dyed my hair black about a month after Dean died. I get up off my chair and punch him in the face. "What was that for?" Dean asks.
"Dying. Leaving me for four months and then coming back like nothing happened," I yell at him. I storm up to my room. Thin walls makes it so I can hear their conversation downstairs.
"Why don't you guys go I'll take care of her," I hear Dean say.
"Are you sure?" Sam asks.
"Yeah I can take it," Dean answers him.
"Come on Sam," Bobby says. I hear them leave and Dean come to my room. Dean knocks on my bedroom door and comes in. I turn away from him tears starting to fall.
"Phoebe I..," Dean starts.
"How long?" I ask interrupting.
"How long what?" Dean asks confused.
"How long have you been back?" I clarify.
Dean takes a breath, "A couple of days." I turn towards him and I break in that moment.
This next part is M rated. If you want to skip it that's fine. Go to the next part of the chapter to continue reading.
Crying and screaming I run over to him, "How could you do that to me? How could you leave me? How?" I am beating at his chest while saying this. He gets his arms around me holding me tight. "I loved you," I say calm but still crying. I feel Dean stiffen. I look at him right in his eyes and whisper, "I love you."
His lips come crashing down on mine instantly. I put all the hurt, pain, and passion into the kiss. Moaning loudly I feel everything he is doing down to my clit. Dean hands are on me as he backs me up to my bed. I strip off his leather jacket and throw it on the floor. My legs hit the edge of bed as Dean takes off my shirt. The pile of cloths get bigger until Dean and I are only in our underwear. Dean kisses my neck as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my panty covered clit lands right on his boxer covered bulge. We both moan loud at the contact we have missed for four months. Dean sets me on the bed and climbs on top of me. He starts sucking on one of my breasts and uses his hand on the other one.
"Oh Dean," I moan out. He then kisses down my stomach and slips my panties down and off me. I spread my legs for him. He crawls back up and licks my clit.
"Oh Phoebe your so wet," Dean groans. I smile at him and flip him over so I am on top. Quickly pulling off his boxers and descending on him. I had almost forgotten how big he was. His is bigger than most. Feeling him in my mouth is so amazing. I slide up and down with vigor. I increase my speed when I hear Dean's moans and groans.
Dean is bucking in my mouth when he groans, "Baby it's been a while so you have to stop." I release him with a pop. He takes a few breaths before flipping us over. We kiss as I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes all the way into me with one thrust. Our kiss masks the sound I make. Lips detach but our foreheads are against each other. Our eyes lock on each other as he starts it. He is going hard and fast. I have never felt so full in my life. Dean soon sits up so that he can get more.
"Dean," I groan.
"What baby?" Dean asks.
"Dean more," I cry out. Dean goes even harder. The bed is shaking hard and there is the sound of wet skin slapping against skin. After a few more thrusts I cry out, "Dean I'm close." He growls in response and it is enough to make me cum. Two more thrusts and Dean empties himself into me. Dean rolls over and brings us under the covers. My head is laying on his chest with his arm around my shoulder. I kiss his chest and something strikes me.
The rest of the chapter from this point is rated T.
"How did you get out?" I question Dean.
"We don't know yet," Dean answers. I of course knew the answer to that question already. Castiel had pulled him out on god's orders. Honestly I had talked to Castiel a lot while Dean was gone. I mean I had prayed to him not actually spoken face to face with him. Every single time I had I have told him that when we met it must be like we had never even met. He would not mention my prayers to Dean or anyone. "Bobby knows a psychic that might be able to help us out," Dean mentions.
"Okay let's go then," I say. I get up and start to get dressed.
"It will only take me a few minutes to pack all my stuff," I inform him. Dean gets out of the bed and starts getting ready.
As he helps me pack my stuff I question him, "Sam tell you how we got away?"
"Yeah, that was crazy," Dean replies.
"Crazy is our life," I respond. Dean and I both smile at the comment. Soon I am packed up and ready to go. We contact Sam and Bobby and head to the psychic's house. On the way there I make some call so that I am not responsible for the house anymore and quitting the job that I had. Bobby knocks on the door of the psychic's house. Pamela opens the door.
"Bobby," Pamela greets excited to see him. She grabs him in a hug and lifts him off the ground.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," Bobby states. Pamela steps back and looks at the rest of us.
"So these them?" Pamela asks.
"Sam, Dean, and Phoebe. This is Pamela Barnes best damn psychic in the state," Bobby introduces.
"Hey," I speak.
"Hi," Sam voices.
"Hello," Dean expresses. I glance at him. I couldn't tell what kind of tone he had in that greeting.
"Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan huh? Makes you a rare individual," Pamela comments.
"If you say so," Dean delivers.
"Come on in," Pamela ushers us in. Bobby goes in first then Dean, me, and last Sam.
"So you hear anything?" Bobby asks.
"Well I Ouijaed my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out or why," Pamela reports.
"So what's next?" Bobby wonders.
"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed," Pamela tells us.
"You're not gonna summon the damn thing here," Bobby raises a concern.
"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal," Pamela jokes.
"I'm game," Dean agrees. I hit Dean in the shoulder and give him a look. He straightened up when he sees my look. We all go into the séance room. Pamela starts setting everything up. At one point she bends down and we can see a tattoo that said 'Jesse Forever'. "Who's Jesse?" Dean inquires.
Pamela laughs and answers, "Well it wasn't forever."
"His loss," Dean replies. Pamela walks over to me.
"So you're the girl you took the most eligible bachelor in all the universes off the market," Pamela voices.
"Yes I am," I speak.
"Well you are lucky. I hope you know that," Pamela tells me.
"Actually he's the lucky one," I claim.
Pamela laughs, "Yeah he is." I now like her. Once everything is ready we all sit down. Pamela, Dean, myself, Sam, and lastly Bobby is the order. "Right. Take each other's hands," Pamela commands. We all take each other's hands. "And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched," Pamela requests. Dean rolls up his shirt to reveal the hand print. I had seen it earlier but it still sent a shiver down my spine. Pamela lays her hand on the brand. "Okay," Pamela starts. We all close our eyes. Pamela says the chant three times.
In the middle of the third time she gets something, "Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy," Pamela says.
"Castiel?" Dean questions.
"Its name. It's whispering to me. Warning me to turn back," Pamela tells us. Pamela says the chant four times now. The white noise that had started earlier becomes louder and more violent.
"Maybe we should stop," I suggest knowing what comes next.
"I almost got it. I command you, show me your face now," Pamela shouts. Suddenly the candles on the table flare up and Pamela screams. Pamela falls out of her chair and the flames die out.
"Call 9-1-1!" Bobby yells. Sam scrambles to the other room to make the phone call. I see Dean and Bobby holding Pamela. There are two burned holes where her eyes used to be.
"I can't see. I can't see. Oh god," Pamela cries. Why Castiel, Why? Bobby goes with Pamela to the hospital. The brothers and I go to a diner. Just after placing our order Sam gets the news.
"You bet," Sam hangs up.
"What did Bobby say?" I ask.
"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U," Sam tell us.
"And blind because of us," Dean points out.
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with," Sam says.
"That's not entirely true," Dean indicates.
"No?" Sam wonders.
"We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo jumbo we could summon him. Bring him right to us," Dean suggests.
"You're crazy. Absolutely not," Sam protests.
"We'll work him over. I mean after what he did?" Dean tries to convince Sam.
"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull and you want to have a face to face?" Sam disagrees.
"What do you think Phoebe?" Dean asks me.
"I think we should be careful no matter what we do," I offer not really taking a side.
"How about we talk to those demons I followed here?" Sam suggests. We then have a brief encounter with some demons but let them go because there was too many of them and they weren't going to kill us anyway.
We go to a motel and we all fall asleep. Television static wakes Dean up which wakes me up. Sam is not in his bed. I give a confused look to Dean as to where Sam is. A high pitched noise starts. I cover my ears because it is too much. Dean covers his as well. A mirror on the ceiling breaks and Dean covers me just before it falls. We are both on the ground and the room is exploding.
"Dean! Phoebe!" Bobby yells entering the room. The noise dies down and Bobby gets something for Dean's and mine's ears that are bleeding. We get in Bobby's car because Sam took the Impala. As I finish cleaning my ears Dean calls Sam and lies to him telling him that we are getting a beer. Dean decides that we are going to summon this thing. Apparently this noise thing has happened to him before.
We go to a warehouse and start drawing every kind of trapping symbol we know. Then we get out all the different kinds of weapons. Bobby chants in latin and does the spell to summon Castiel here. Now we wait.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean questions Bobby. Bobby gives him the evil eye. "Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh?" Dean apologizes. The roof then starts rattling and shaking. We get up and have our shotguns ready.
"Wishful thinking but maybe it's just then wind," I express. The doors bursts open and a man in a business suit and trench coat walks in. It's Castiel. Light bulbs above him shatter as he passes them. The three of us open fire but the shots don't even slow him down. I throw Dean the magic knife as Castiel gets closer.
"Who are you?" Dean demands of Castiel.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition," Castiel answers.
"Yeah thanks for that," Dean thanks him. Dean then plunges the demon knife into Castiel's chest. Castiel looks down and just pulls out the knife unconcerned dropping it to the floor. Behind him Bobby attacks. Without looking Castiel grabs Bobby's weapon and swings around. Castiel touches Bobby on the forehead and Bobby crumbles to the ground.
"We need to talk Dean," Castiel tells Dean. Castiel looks at me.
"Don't you dare do that to me," I declare. Castiel looks me over and seems to decide not to. I crouch down near Bobby and check his pulse.
"Your friend is alive," Castiel mentions.
"Who are you?" Dean questions.
"Castiel," Cas answers.
"Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?" Dean clarifies.
"I'm an angel of the Lord," Cas tells him.
"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing," Dean argues.
"This is your problem Dean. You have no faith," Cas responds. Normally I would have made a snappy comment but at that moment lightning flashes and we see great shadowy wings on Castiel's back.
"Some angel you are. You burned that woman's eyes out," I yell at him.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice. But you two already knew that," Castiel explains.
"That was you talking? Buddy next time lower the volume," Dean comments.
"That was my mistake. Certain people, special people can perceive my true visage. I thought one of you would be one of them. I was wrong," Castiel informs us.
"And what visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?" Dean snaps. Castiel looks down at himself as he says,
"This? This is a vessel." I think about Jimmy Novak the man he is possessing. I know Jimmy comes to regret his decision but I can't say I am sad about Castiel picking him as a vessel. Castiel is very handsome.
"Why did you do it?" Dean asks Castiel.
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you," Castiel answers. Castiel walks away from Dean.
"Thank you," I say. I know Cas will be disappearing soon so I needed to say it.
Castiel turns to me, "For what?"
"For saving Dean. I know you were just following orders but thanks," I tell him. Castiel stares at me. He looks straight into my eyes and I stand my ground.
"You're welcome," Castiel replies then disappears.
Author's note: You guys wanted more so I am giving you more. Please read and review to tell me what you thought. The next chapter will be my own little interlude. Some Dialog from Lazarus Rising written by Eric Kripke. I don't own Supernatural.
