Second Time Round

By Isabella Douglas

Chapter One

Disclaimer – None of the characters mentioned belong to me

Author Note – What can I say other then I hope you enjoy this!

Summary – Dean meets God

He should have known that it wasn't a normal dream when the strippers didn't appear.

Not that Dean always dreamed of strippers when he slept at night, sometime he dreamed of pie or never ending bottles of Whiskey which he could drink without experiencing the evitable hangover which would follow a normal drinking session. He even occasionally dreamed of a day off spent with Sam, Bobby and Castiel. The best dreams he had contained Strippers and pie in the same dream, now those were dreams guaranteed to have him waking up with a smile plastered on his face.

What he didn't dream of was creepy ass woods where the trees were so old and twisted together that they almost looked as though they were alive and were watching him.

He twisted his body round on the spot, his eyes looking for any exits from the enclosure. It didn't take long since it appeared there was none. It was literally as if Dean had been dropped in the middle of the tree circle and left to rot there. He wondered vaguely why he wasn't freaking the hell out trying to find a way out of there. The wooded area hardly gave out a peaceful, good time vibe to him but if he felt anything at all then it was a sense of purpose and he didn't quite understand why.

There was no reason for him to have a sense of purpose over anything. He and Sam ended the Apocalypse when Sam sacrificed himself to save them all, pulling not only Lucifer back into the pits of hell but also Michael.

Dean had gone through a week of hell when suddenly Sam was back with them, confused and disorientated but still his brother, the same intelligent, soppy goofball that Dean had raised. Dean didn't know how it happened but it wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. His brother was back with him and that was all that Dean cared about. If Sam experienced horrific nightmares then that was a side effect they could deal with. Hell they had both experienced those sorts of nightmares before and survived.

It wouldn't be any different this time.

They had both made a deal with each other. They would merely hunt the Supernatural. No more allowing themselves dragged into wars which clearly were beyond their ability to cope with. No more sacrifices themselves for the greater good. They would do what they could; kill as many sons of bitches as possible while saving people. It seemed like a pretty awesome plan to Dean and he knew from the look in Sam's hazel eyes that his brother felt exactly the same as he did.

Dean felt his dream self frown, shifting again so he could look around. If he had been in his real body then he knew the hairs at the back of his neck would be standing up, it felt as though he was being watched. His eyes narrowed as he focused further on his surroundings. He was still alone he noticed, an uneasy feeling growing within him, normally if an Angel was going to visit him then they would have appeared by now. The fact that they hadn't was slightly disconcerting.

Not that he had any idea why an Angel would want to see him. He had refused to be Michael's vessel, he had watched as his brother pulled Michael into the cage, everything they had wanted him to do he had done the opposite of and he didn't feel any remorse from it either which he was sure the Angels would have been able to pick up on. If Dean had done what they had wanted in the first place then God only knew how many lives would have been lost. Dean was no idiot; if you took out half the planet then human would be fucked, paradise or no paradise. Anyone who actually managed to survive the initial battle would end up dead from either starvation or disease.

One thing he had learnt from his interactions with Angels was the fact that not one of them gave a shit about humans, well, he amended silently to himself, there was one Angel who cared. Dean couldn't lump Castiel in the same group as his dick brothers and sisters. Castiel had proven himself and that was all that mattered in Dean's book.

"I'm glad that one of my children has manage to prove themselves to you Dean, you are rather hard to please it seems." Dean swung round towards the voice, his eyes wide as they focused on the man in front of him. He was fairly tall and built, Dean would have placed him at about 30, straight blond hair covered his head while blue eyes watched him steadily from a good looking face. He looked vaguely familiar though for the life of him Dean couldn't figure out from where; normally he was good at remembering names and faces. It was something which was vital for Hunting.

Dean met the man's eyes for a split second before looking away. He had only seen that aged timeless look a few times, normally when he was confronted with either an Angel or with Death. It was a look which made him feel small and insignificant and he hated feeling that way.

"You are neither of those things Dean" the man said again, his voice sure "Neither are you quite the waste of space which you seem to believe yourself to be either, your self esteem is shockingly low". Dean frowned hating the smooth English accent, exposing his thoughts as though he knew best, as thought he actually knew who the hell Dean was.

"Get out of my head" Dean responded instantly. The man shrugged.

"I'm not in your head" he assured him "But here its different, everything you think comes across as loudly as if you have spoken the words directly to me, I could no more ignore it then you can ignore me, but don't worry yourself Dean. The only people who will know what happened here are you and me, unless of course you decide to tell people when you wake up what has occurred."

"So I was right this is a dream" Dean said. The man nodded.

"Dream, vision. It doesn't greatly matter what you call it, it is still the same thing. We are both still here and we are both speaking to each other. How we are doing it is irrelevant don't you think?" the man asked him, he tilted his head slightly his eyes never leaving Dean's face making him feel awkward.

"What do you want with me?" he asked "I'm assuming you're an angel."

"An Angel?" the man replied, a hint of amusement coming to his face.

"Well you ain't a demon" Dean replied "So you must be an Angel whose taken some poor sap from England to be your vessel" The man laughed, the sound rich and warm filling the enclosure.

"This is no vessel" he replied, waving a hand down his body "This is how I appear to humans when I desire to speak to them. I can change it if you want?" he said, his form blurring around the edges.

"No" Dean said blinking in the light the blurring created "I don't care what form you speak to me in. I just want to know who the hell you are"

The blurring stopped, the man still standing there, Dean watched as he slowly crossed his arms, his head still tilted as he spoke the next sentence clearly and slowly.

"You would call me God"

Dean stopped breathing, a choking sound emerging from his mouth as his eyes widened until they could widen no further.

God

After all the time they had spent looking for him, God now stood before him, looking at him calmly as though he hadn't just dropped a massive bombshell on Dean.

Dean swallowed deeply wishing for a split second that Castiel was with him. After all the time the Angel spent looking for him. A flicker of anger stirred in the pit of Dean's stomach at the thought of everything they had endured. At the fact that God had told them to stop searching for him and yet here he was taking over Dean's dream, he was clearly happy to show up when it suited him.

Dean straightened slowly, forcing himself to meet God's eyes. Now he looked at them closely he could see that this was no Angel. This was the creator of everything and for some reason he wanted to speak to Dean. He forced himself to focus on his anger otherwise he would have been overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of what was happening to him.

"I thought you'd be older" he said flippantly. The comment brought a smile to God's face showing off white teeth that glistened in the shadows.

"I can't get much older Dean" came the amused reply. "If you are talking about my form then I suppose I could look older, perhaps if I had shown myself to you looking like an older decrepit man you would feel more comfortable? Perhaps if I grew a long white beard it would suit the image humans have of me?"

"There's nothing comforting about this situation" Dean replied, his voice cracking a bit, he took a deep breath, curling his hand into a fist so his fingernails were pressing hard into his palm, he forced himself to focus on the pain.

"It's not my attention Dean to make you feel uneasy" came the soft reply.

"Yeah well maybe you should have thought of that before you showed up uninvited in my dream" Dean retorted, he was suddenly thankful that no one else was there besides him. He could already picture the looks his family and Castiel would give him at the way he was acting. Treating Demons like scum was fine, even calling Angels dicks with wings was passable but calling God out on visiting him was so far over the line that Dean was surprised he was smited on the spot for his insolence.

"Most people would like a visit from me" God replied mildly.

"Yeah well perhaps you should go and visit one of those people then" Dean answered.

There was a silence, thick and heavy and somehow the trees seems to loom over him as though they were about to rip out their roots to strangle him with. He supposed it made sense. God was the created of everything including nature it wouldn't surprise Dean if nature came to his defence if it felt the need to.

"I am sorry" God said. Dean's eyes snapped to his in shock

"Sorry?" Dean stuttered. God nodded.

"I am sorry that I have let you down so much Dean. It was never my intention for you to feel abandoned by me but I knew you had to grow. You didn't always feel this way towards me. Once you let me into your heart and soul freely and now you let no one in"

"I-"Dean began, stopping when God held up one hand, palm facing Dean in a classic stop sign. Dean's mouth snapped shut.

"Now is not the time for this discussion, perhaps later on I shall visit you again, now we should speak. There is much for me to tell you and little time to do it in"

"You're God aren't you? Can't you just stop time?" Dean asked, he blinked when God suddenly appeared directly in front of him, little space between them.

"I can do most things Dean, just because I can though doesn't mean I should. If I stopped time it would mean that we could talk for as long as I wish we could but it would mean that people elsewhere would suffer. No man, not even you, is important enough to do that. At least not yet anyway."

Dean opened his mouth stopping when God placed a hand on his shoulder. Ice and warmth flooded him as though his insides had been thrown into a clear pool of water. His eyes must have closed because when he reopened them he found himself in a room.

It was large and cosy, a fire was crackling to the side of him, walls were lined with books and in the middle of the room was a large desk with a leather chair behind it. A second squishy chair was at the front of it, facing a window.

Dean blinked when God removed his hand from his shoulder and moved away from him to take a seat behind the desk.

"Sit Dean" God suggested, waving a hand at the squishy chair. For a moment Dean thought about arguing but he realised that it would be pointless. There was no point in pissing off God for the sake of a seat. He walked over hesitantly and sat down, his eyebrow rising at how comfortable the seat was. For some reason he had assumed that it would be hard.

He glanced out of the window, his eyes lingering on the blue sky outside. White clouds moved slowly across the scene.

"Is this heaven?" Dean asked after a moment.

"No Dean" God replied leaning back in the chair, one hand rested on the table, the fingers slowly tapping against the wooden top, while the other was draped over the arm of it "If this was in heaven then my sons and daughters would easily be able to find me"

"And we wouldn't want that now would we" Dean replied. One half of God's mouth moved forming a half smile.

"Something like that" he answered. Dean swallowed again.

"Why are you here in my head?" Dean demanded, God tilted his head, the movement reminding Dean of Castiel.

"Before Lucifer was thrown back in the cage by your brother he was able to do something which he should never have been able to do."

"What?" Dean asked instantly

"He woke up the seven Princes of Hell, binding them to him by using his Grace."

"The Seven Princes?" Dean repeated frowning slightly, His mind kicking into action. For a moment he forgot that it was God he was dealing with "Who are they?"

"You know them as the Seven Sins" God replied.

"We dealt with them before" Dean said "We killed them" God shook his head.

"You killed their servants Dean you did not kill them."

"And this is bad?"

"That's one way of putting it" God replied, he leaned forward "The seven Princes must be destroyed. Once they are destroyed then you will be able to destroy Lucifer, you cannot destroy him until then though. The cage will not hold my son forever, especially not with him drawing power from the seven princes."

"Wait" Dean said holding his hand up "You want me to kill your Son? The Son who is so powerful that the only person who can take him out is Michael, Michael who is still in the cage"

"Michael is out of the cage" God answered. Dean felt his stomach drop.

"Out" he repeated.

"He and the other Archangels will be able to help you defeat the seven"

"You want me to work with Archangels now?" Dean demanded "You can't be serious"

"Deadly serious" came the mild reply. Dean ran a hand through his hair, shooting to his feet and pacing.

"Why the hell should I have to do this, you're God, why can't you just click your fingers and fix this. Surely you can kill them all with a mere thought. You created all of this; you can end all of this"

"If I could Dean then I would but I am bound my laws you can't even imagine. If I interfere then whatever Lucifer does will seem like a picnic in comparison to what will happen."

Dean stared, fear washing over him at the voice God used with him.

"What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to fulfil your destiny Dean"

"All I hear about is my destiny I-"

"Will understand in due course. I shall visit you again soon; I shall send word to the Archangels to inform them of what had occurred"

"I don't trust Archangels" Dean stated causing God to shoot him an amused look.

"Of course you don't" he answered "You trust no one however you do trust one Archangel" Dean frowned

"I don't-"

"I have upgraded Castiel to an Archangel, when you next see him, he shall be one. Things always happen for a reason Dean, you were meant to be here at this time. I have prepared you as much as I can for this moment, often at the expense of some of my own dearly loved ones. One other thing you should know, the Princes have taken human vessels and are walking the Earth, all the power they gain is transferred directly to Lucifer. I shall visit you again soon"

"Wait I-"

"Goodbye Dean"

Author Note – Next chapter is already written, I just need to revise and edit and then I shall place it up. I hope you enjoy this. Please review but no flames. Thank you for reading