A/N: As promised, this is a new story to help me get off of my writer's block. And to keep me distracted from Calc 3. Make it stop. Please. I just...wanna be done with math. HENCE THIS! Yes! That's why I just keep writing. -Pyxie xx

Dean opens his eyes and looks around. He isn't anywhere he's ever been before, but it also isn't unfamiliar. The surreal shake of existence around him proves that he can't be anywhere corporeal. Everything has a bluish tint to it, even the moon, even the sun. The sky is a deep orange, interspersed with bright green cumulus clouds. The air is stagnant and smells of raspberries. The ground is white and barren.

I'm dreaming, he realises. Everything shifts to the side, yet he stays still. The sky turns to a light purple colour and the clouds vanish. The moon grows a Cheshire face and beams down at Dean.

In a voice deep as the abyss itself, the Moon speaks. "You should run from the bananas, padawan. Don't think too hard about the blood oranges."

Dean looks at the Moon in shock. "But I already gave them milk!" He shouts back.

"Not enough coffee concentration!" The Moon booms. The world shakes the outburst. "You must bring them to him with the blues!"

Beep!

"Why not green?"

"They must be the blue eyes, starverse!" The Moon starts to fade from the sky.

Beep!

"Remember, Simba! Find him and he will set you free!"

Beep!

The Sun grows brighter and brighter with every beep.

"Shut up, Sol! I'm listening to Luna!"

Beep!

In a voice as airy and lovely as choir of angels, Sol speaks. "Wake up, Dean. Open your eyes."

Dean shoots up in bed and promptly falls out of it. His heart is racing, his alarm is loud and blaring, his room is flooded with bright light. He presses hand over his chest to calm his nerves at the same time Sam walks into his room and slams a hand down on his alarm clock.

"What the hell, Dean?" At first, Sam is mad, but upon inspection of his brother, the anger fades. "Are you okay? Did you have another one of those dreams?"

Dean, not quite ready to speak yet, nods in affirmation. He's heaving out heavy breaths, feeling as though he's run three marathons in a row. Sam clenches his jaw and goes over Dean's bedside table to turn on the music. Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You comes on and instantly, he's relaxed again.

"Thanks, little brother."

"That's what I'm hear for." Sam sits on the floor next to Dean. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I should be fine. It's just...the Moon yelled at me." Dean drops his face into his hands and rubs at his eyes to wake himself up.

Sam cocks his head to the side. "That's weird, usually it's a plant. Don't forget to write it all down." He stands up and prepares to leave. "You should find someone to talk to."

"I have you,"

"I mean...not me...someone-"

"No." Dean interrupts. "I don't need a shrink and I sure as hell don't want to pay someone to listen to my weird ass dreams."

"Lucid dreaming should not occur as often as it does with you."

"This whole situation shouldn't occur at all." Dean stands up, feeling rather relaxed now that he knows that the Moon isn't going to try to kill him. He runs a hand down his face and sighs. "Look, I know jack shit about lucid dreaming. I just know that I'm supposed to be more in control than I am."

"Or maybe what you're experiencing is akin to sleep paralysis."

Dean turns to stare at his brother and narrows his eyes. "And you wanna be a lawyer?" He jokes.

"Shut up, jerk."

"Bitch." Dean winks. "Go get ready for school. We have to go soon."

"We would've had more time if you hadn't had another weird dream." Sam slips out of Dean's room and claims the bathroom.

"You're a weird dream!" And even though Sam says nothing and even though Sam is in a different room completely, Dean can still feel the bitchface that he's given. He sighs and goes to his closet to get ready for class.

"You know...you should just start a club." Jo, Dean's kind-of-sister-that-he-never-asked-for, states as she pulls her notebook out for Philosophy 154. "I know people who also deal with weird dreams."

"Yeah, but like this?" Dean is getting really fed up with the 'you need a shrink' and the 'you need to talk to people who understand' and 'maybe you aren't as okay as you think you are'. He just wants to complain to his brother and to his best friend. And any more than than won't help his situation.

"Just start a damn club." After that, she falls silent when their professor walks in.

Every morning that Dean has this class, it is also accompanied by an existential crisis. Does he really exist? How does the law play into his existence? What is the meaning of life? What comes after this corporeal life? Nothing? Something?

"As you know, Sol is going to engulf our entire solar system one day." Dean's head perks up and he stops writing. "It's said that he's gentle and compassionate, but he is of nature and thus a destructive force. All of this just really depends on your take of the solar systems and how old you think the Universe really is. But, really, we all should just accept that it's a few billion years old. And that evolution is a thing. Not to sound close-minded, but there are something that should be undisputed facts. Like...equal rights." The professor runs her fingers through her hair.

"Hey, Doc?" Dean pipes up. "You called the sun Sol?"

"I did. You want to know why?" Dean nods. "Because that's his name. Simply put. And it's more fun so say." She seems ready to drop the subject, but Dean isn't.

"I mean, why today? You've never called him Sol before." Dean is ready to explode. He's had too many crazy dreams to not think that there's a sign in all of it. "So why today of all days that you could have started calling him Sol. Why not...I dunno a week ago? Or next Thursday? Or you could have used Soleil which would make more sense. But instead you used just Sol. I don't understand why you had to use that word now of all times. I don't-"

"Mr. Winchester." Doctor Mills snaps. "Please. This class is not about my choice of words, it's about your place in this Universe, in this starverse." Dean's eyes are so comically wide that she actually drops her angry tone to sound more concerned. "Is there something you wish to speak to me about?"

The room turns to look at Dean and suddenly he feels sheepish. "No. No, I...I'll be okay." Doctor Mills seems unconvinced, but nods anyways.

"Okay, everybody." She continues on with her lecture.

Jo looks at Dean in shock. "Dean, what the hell was that?" She whispers just loud enough for Dean to hear her. "You're starting to go crazy."

Dean ignores her and goes back to writing in his notebook. Maybe he would open a club. Maybe talking to other people who have also had lucid dreams would help him to understand just what is happening to him. Or...perhaps it's just a part of him and how his brain is wired. Which would mean that he would just have to put up with it for the rest of his life.

The rest of his classes go by in a haze, and before he knows it, it's already 1:30. No better time to want to start a club than now. He heads down to the Student Programs Center in the middle of his University, all with the intention of starting this damn club. But who would join it? Would people even want to join it? His entire life is a question, it's all about figuring out which question is worth answering. Or, perhaps, if all of them are worth answering.

He stands at the front desk of Student Programs and a girl with fiery hair looks up at him. "Good afternoon. What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, I uh…" Dean stammers a moment. "I wanted to start a club."

She grins. The nametag she's wearing reads 'Charlie'. "Do you already have members, or are you just getting started?"

"Just getting started." Dean huffs out a nervous laugh. "I'm Dean Winchester, 3rd years. But I already know one other member. Her name is Jo Harvelle, 2nd year student."

Charlie grins. "I know her. She's a nice girl."

Dean scoffs. "Apparently you don't know her well enough."

"Perhaps one day I will." Charlie fiddles around on the computer in front of her. "Alright. So what is this club going to be called."

Shit. Dean hadn't even thought of a name. He works his mind for a moment for something interesting, but nothing really comes up. "Lucid Dreaming."

A voice behind him gasps. Dean turns around and finds himself face-to-face with the bluest eyes he's ever seen before in his life.

Find the blues. The Moon's echo rings through his mind and everything seems to freeze. No fucking way is this happening right now.

Blue Eyes moves past Dean and directs his attention to Charlie. "I want to join this club too. And my cousin, Gabriel Milton, will also be joining."

Charlie blinks up at both of them. This is a weird situation she's found herself in. "I'm joining too, just so you know. That sounds super cool. And, look at that, Dean, you are almost an official club. I assume you're the President. You need to get signatures from your other four members and I'll sign it too. What time are you thinking of doing this?"

"Tuesdays 1:30 to 3." Dean snaps out of his daze, hardly hearing most of what Charlie had said.

"Make it Thursdays. That's a better day." Blue Eyes looks at Dean, his eyes steely and intense. And Dean can't find it in himself to argue for Tuesdays. Thursdays will work just as well.

Charlie looks at Dean for affirmation and slowly, he nods. "Okay. Choose an advisor and a room and you are just about set." She prints out a sheet of paper and signs on the third line that reads '1st Member'.

Right before Dean can take it, Blue Eyes takes it first and signs his name under 2nd Member. Suddenly, he's sheepish. "My apologies. I've been told that I'm abrasive. It's just that I came here to begin the same club."

Dean blinks. "Be my Vice President." It's instant. And for whatever reason, he isn't mad at this weirdo who all but snapped at him and snatched his roster from him.

Blue Eyes gives Dean a weird look and slowly nods. "Okay." He erases his name from 2nd Member and signs instead under Vice President. "I'll see you Thursday." He turns to leave, but Dean catches his arm.

"Sorry." They stare at each other in shock. Silence ensues and Charlie clears her throat. Dean snaps out of it and smiles sheepishly. "I didn't catch your name."

"Castiel Novak. Nice to make your acquaintance, Dean Winchester." And carefully, Castiel pulls his arm out of Dean's hand and leaves the Student Programs Center.

"That was an uncomfortable situation. Love at first sight?" Charlie winks at Dean and he barely shakes his head. "Well, he looks...dreamy."

Dean looks at her, head tilted to the side. "Right. Well. Thursday, Charlie."

"I'll be there." She grins up at him.

Dean leaves student programs and heads off to the high school to go pick up his brother. For the rest of the evening, those blue eyes haunt him, and he can only imagine what his dreams are going to be like that night.

A/N: So far, I like this one. It's gonna stay pretty humorous. Nothing too dramatic is going to happen. No one's gonna die. I know that happens in just about everything I write, but I mean it this time. I mean...they're like...21. I can't just kill them off. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear from you! -Pyxie xx