He was in the water. He looked around and saw nothing but water. He kept swimming. As he thought about it he didn't remember how he got there. He felt so drowsy.
- Dean? A rough voice asked behind him.
Dean turned and was now looking straight to those familiar blue eyes. – Cas? Why are we swimming? Where are we?
- Dean, this is your dream. You should know.
- Am I dreaming? Of course I am. Didn't know you could swim, too.
- Dean, focus. You have to wake up.
The next moment Dean was drowning. Castiel had vanished. The water swallowed Dean to the depths. He tried to hold his breath but after minute or two he had to open his mouth to breathe. Water filled his mouth and lungs. He was panicking as he had no strength to swim to the surface. Everything went black.
- DEAN! There was an angry yell. Dean's eyes flickered opened. He was lying on the floor of the shower stall.
- Cas? Dean mumbled.
- No, Dean, it's me, Sam said. – Now get yourself together. You cannot drown yourself in a shower. Next time try a bath tub.
- Bitch! Dean shouted.
- Jerk! Your drinking is getting out of hands.
- Well, I could go to an AA meeting. I might find a girl there.
- Yeah, right. Get yourself decent. We're off to Bobby's. I'm driving.
- The hell you are!
- There's no way in hell I am letting you drive, Sam argued leaving the bathroom.
Dean shivered. The warmth escaped his naked, wet skin. He got up and wrapped a towel around him. He thought about his dream. If an angel swam, wouldn't his feathers get wet? Then the image of Castiel walking into his watery grave came to Dean's mind. Dean shook his head. He put his T-shirt and jeans on and walked out of the bathroom.
Sam was waiting for him all things packed up. The younger Winchester looked at his brother. – Dean?
- Yeah, I'll be ready in a moment, okay Samantha?
Sam shook his head. – Look, Dean. You have to put yourself together. Cas is gone for good.
Dean looked back to his brother and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out of his mouth.