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The Road So Far…
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"My name is Castiel," he said.
"What the hell do you mean I'm yours? I don't belong to anybody!" Dean hissed.
"What have you done now, Castiel?"
"Hello, Uriel," Castiel said, turning around half way to greet the newcomer, releasing Dean in the process.
"I'll ask you again, Castiel; what the hell have you done?" Uriel demanded.
Chapter II:
Uriel
"That's my question," Dean frowned.
"Stay out of this, you mud monkey," Uriel spat.
"Do not call him that," Castiel warned. Dean could feel the ground begin to shake. He took a step forward to steady himself. Even the man across the room took a step backwards. Castiel's hand reached out to catch Dean and upon touching the marked man, he remembered himself and closed his eyes. The shaking stopped. Castiel drew Dean closer to him and Dean opened his mouth to protest but a warning glare from Castiel stopped him as he watched his eyes shift from Dean to Uriel and then back to Dean meaningfully.
"You marked a human. You marked a male human," Uriel said. "Why, Castiel?"
"His soul is beautiful. Surely you can see it," Castiel answered. Dean felt uncomfortable as Uriel glared at him, looking at something not on Dean, but inside of Dean. Just what the hell was he dealing with? He wanted to know what they were and what the hell the mark on his arm was.
"His soul is tainted," Uriel spat. Dean looked away, knowing it was true.
"It shines brightly," Castiel retorted. "Have you ever seen a glow that bright?"
"Yes," Uriel answered. "Michael and Balthazar-"
"Balthazar is dead," Castiel snarled.
"You could have marked him as yours when he was alive. Maybe if you had, he'd still be alive," Uriel smirked. Castiel tensed, grip tightening on Dean. Dean squirmed, trying to get Castiel to loosen his grip. He looked between Castiel and Uriel and saw what was going on between them for what it was- a challenge.
"Hey, Chuckles, Cass, someone want to tell me what the hell this marking business is about?" Dean demanded, not liking Castiel's change in attitude at the mention of this Balthazar. But Dean was not jealous.
"You marked him and he doesn't even know?" Uriel demanded. "You fool! You mate with this? You refused Balthazar for this?"
"Hey, uh, I'm still in the room, if anyone cares to explain what the hell this mark is on my arm!" Dean shouted. Uriel and Castiel stopped their glaring match to turn their attention towards Dean.
Castiel looked meaningfully at Uriel. The other glared back and crossed his arms, showing that he wasn't going anywhere. With a wave of Uriel's hand, the door swung open and Sam and Bobby stumbled in, having been trying to push the door open.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked.
"Define okay," Dean grumbled but with a look from everyone he corrected himself. "I'm fine, Sammy."
"Who the hell are all these people in my house?" Bobby demanded and then he saw Castiel's arm around Dean's waist and jumped to conclusions. "Damn it, boy! I told you to keep your shags away from the house! Idjit."
"I am not a shag," Castiel frowned, looking offended. Dean rolled his eyes. Now the guy chose to get a reference? Uriel looked repulsed by the idea of having anything to do with Dean.
"Then who the hell are you?" Sam demanded. "Dean sure as hell doesn't do relationships. He hasn't had a steady anything since-"
"Okay, are we done here?" Dean snapped.
"You wanted to know about that mark on your arm, boy. That mark makes you Castiel's. Why he'd mark you is beyond me but he always had been… a little different than the rest of us," Uriel said.
"And who would 'us' be?" Bobby asked.
"We have our orders not to tell you. But know this, boy," Uriel's eyes focused on Dean. "Being with one of us is not like being with a human- or even a demon." His eyes shifted to Sam and both Winchesters swallowed. Did Uriel know about Sam's relationship with Ruby before…? "Being with one of us is dangerous. What just happened in this room- that mass of power- there's a lot more of it where that came from. You're going to be tested- regularly. Our brothers don't all take as kindly to you mud monkeys as Castiel does."
"Uriel, take your leave," Castiel frowned. "Now." He added when Uriel still remained. Uriel disappeared with a final glare.
"Okay, so what the hell is going on?" Sam demanded. "Who the hell are you?"
"This is Castiel, Sam… He's one of them," Dean sighed.
"One of..." Sam gaped at Castiel. Bobby stared at Dean.
"You idjit," Bobby groaned. "What the hell have you gotten us into?"
Dean stared at his hands, trying to take everything in that Castiel had revealed. They weren't humans but they weren't demons either. Castiel couldn't tell them what he was now- he had orders- but they'd find out eventually, since Dean was his… soul mate. Sam and Bobby had sniggered at that one, knowing Dean's dislike for anything resembling a chick flick.
They were going to… make love. There was no easing into it, no flowers or whispered words of comfort before easing into the sentence (although Castiel had given him roses). There was no getting around it. They were going to "make love" eventually.
"What do you mean we're going to have sex?" Dean demanded (because Dean did not shriek).
"I think we'd better go now," Sam muttered to Bobby, who eagerly left the room with him.
"No, we are going to make love," Castiel said confidently.
"I don't make love," Dean snapped. "That's something you tell chicks to get them into bed-"
"Believe what you will now but eventually we will make love," Castiel said, his eyes daring Dean to contradict him. Dean swallowed.
"And what if we don't?" Dean demanded.
"We will. It is a part of the ritual," Castiel said. Dean threw his hands into the air, frustrated.
"What the hell is this ritual I keep hearing about?" he demanded.
"The ritual will bind us together. The first part has already been completed," Castiel said, his eyes going to the mark on Dean's arm. "And you have accepted me-"
"Accepted you? I haven't accepted anything," Dean growled. "Take it back! Take this god damned mark off of me!" Castiel stood up and invaded Dean's personal space- something the hunter noticed he had been doing a lot- and grabbed Dean's chin, forcing him to look at him.
"I have allowed you to lie to yourself because you did not understand what was happening. I understand you are uncomfortable with our courtship but I will not allow you to run away from this. You have seen me before and you have wanted me before. I will not allow you run away from this," his hand gripped the handprint he left. "I cannot remove it but even if I could, I would not."
"Why me? What the hell could you possibly want with me that the rest of humanity doesn't fucking have!" Dean shouted. "Cause I know I'm the most messed up of the lot of us and you're down here wearing a fucking 'thou art holier' attitude and-" Dean was silenced when Castiel's mouth covered his own, silencing any protests.
"And you've never felt anything like that. We fit, Dean. Allow yourself to have something you want for once," Castiel said. "You should go to sleep. You've had a long day." He literally swept Dean off of his feet and if Dean hadn't realize how tired he was when Castiel picked him up, he would have protested more than he had.
"Not a girl," Dean muttered.
"No, Dean. Of course not," Castiel said. "You have a Y chromosome."
"I can't tell if you're joking or not," Dean said.
"I don't joke," Castiel said.
"What did you mean? I've seen you before? I've never seen you before. I'd remember," Dean said as Castiel placed him on his bed. If asked later, he'd deny he'd ever said those words.
"All in due time now, Dean. Rest," Castiel said, placing a kiss on Dean's forehead before leaving him.
That had been eight days ago. Dean was going crazy. He knew Castiel kept popping up when he was sleeping, be it in his dreams or by his bedside. He had this warm bubbling feeling in his chest that he eventually began to accept because it wasn't going anywhere. He kept thinking about the- whatever the hell Castiel was. Hell, he was just going to continue calling him an alien from now on. When he tried to stop thinking about the alien, the alien's mark acted up. Sometimes it was cold and sometimes it was hot. Dean really hated it when it was cold. When he was done with a hunting trip, he'd feel it pulse warmly. Although he'd never admit it out loud, Dean liked the warm pulsing that made him feel safe.
He knew he had been snippy lately. Sam and Bobby were avoiding him lately. His unusually short temper had gone unnoticed at first because it was common for Dean to throw fits once in awhile. But as it continued on, the other two men in the house began to notice it. Bobby threw him out of the house and told him not to come back for a few hours at the least. Sam called him out on it several times, telling him to take a drive or go fuck something.
And of course, his dreams (when the real Castiel wasn't there but rather a figment of his imagination) weren't helping.
His favorite dream, meaning the one that had been reoccurring most often because Dean didn't like any of these dreams- was when Castiel found him at the bar, flirting with some chick who's face he could never remember looking pissed off and sexy as Hell.
"You think you can just flirt around and do whatever you want?" Castiel demanded, hauling Dean away from the chick to turn the corner and slam him against the wall. "You think being with that slut will sate you sexually anymore?" Dean could never say what he really would have said at that moment because it was a dream and this wasn't the real Castiel.
"Cass!" Dean moaned. "Cass, come on!"
The dream varied from there, sometimes it consisted of Castiel pulling down Dean's pants and giving him the best blow job he'd ever gotten. Other times, it was Castiel turning Dean so that his back was towards Castiel and shoving himself up Dean's hole, fucking him roughly. Sometimes, it was even Castiel finger fucking him but either way, Dean woke up with a wet pair of boxers.
After a few of those dreams, Dean had tried to fuck something.
He had tried several times. The first time, he had excused himself, taking the feeling bubbling up inside him to mean he just wasn't that into the hot woman. The second time, he had been making out with some hot bartender when he realized it wasn't doing anything for him and left, making some excuse about having a wife and feeling guilty as hell. The third time had been the worst. The girl had called him out on it. He hadn't been hard and she had felt it.
"It's alright. It happens to the best," she had said.
Castiel had put himself into Dean's dream that night. He hadn't just stopped by Dean's bedside. He had actually appeared in a dream and then some.
"Hello, Dean,"
"God damn- isn't this a dream?" Dean demanded.
"Yes," Castiel said.
"So what the hell are you doing here?" Dean gestured. "In my head?"
"I wanted to see you," Castiel said. Dean snorted, turning back towards the lake.
"So come during the day time. Like normal people. Try knocking. Ever heard of it?" Dean asked.
"Of course I have," Castiel said. They stayed like that until Dean got annoyed.
"Dude, aren't you going to sit down or something? You're getting on my nerves, standing there and staring at me," Dean snapped. "And don't smile like that."
"I'm not smiling like anything Dean," Castiel said. Dean looked back at the alien and he was wearing a somber expression on his face, making Dean laugh. Castiel had looked surprised but he had smiled and Dean decided he liked that smile.
In that dream, they just sat like that. In some of the other dreams, they pretty much carried on like how the first dream had. The only difference was that Castiel knew he was allowed to sit next to Dean. Dean welcomed the silence. Although there were times he wanted to talk. He wanted to understand how Castiel didn't understand his references and Castiel amused him. He wanted to know more about whatever the hell Castiel was. Castiel was vague, never telling Dean what he was (much to the hunter's frustration) but he told him some of his memories, that he had siblings and that their kind hadn't been on Earth in a long time.
Dean had begun taken more naps since he realized he'd been getting more rest. He refused to believe that Castiel had anything to do with it. He sure as hell didn't go to sleep because Castiel decided to pop up in his dreams. Then Sam decided to have a chick flick moment.
"Dean, you okay?" Sam asked. "You've been sleeping a lot lately."
"Everyone needs sleep, Sam. What of it?" Dean rolled his eyes.
"I mean you've been sleeping more than normal. I get the whole eight hours a night thing but you're sleeping most of the day away," Sam said.
"Yeah, making up for the lack of sleep I missed in past years," Dean said. "Get off my case, Sam. If I want to sleep, I'll sleep."
"You said his name, you know," Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Castiel. You said his name in your sleep. Well, actually you said Cass but-"
"Shut up Sam. I did not," Dean growled.
"I heard you, Dean," Sam said. "Bobby and I are getting really worried, you know."
"Hey, you guys aren't the ones mated to some damned alien who might not even be an alien cause we don't know what he is!" Dean snapped. "It's not like I haven't tried asking-"
"Asking? You've seen him? Dean-" Sam said.
"I don't want to talk about it, Sam!" Dean snapped, storming out of the house.
Although for the past two days, Castiel hadn't appeared in Dean's dreams. Dean was beginning to miss the comforting presence.
"Hello, Dean," Dean jumped, turning around and almost colliding with Castiel. Castiel reached out to steady him, frowning at him.
"Where the hell have you been?" Dean demanded.
"I had other matters to attend to," Castiel said. "You were… are- upset. With me."
"Well no shit, Sherlock. You dump all this crap on me and then you leave for eight and a half days?" Dean demanded. "If you're trying to get someone in the sack, pulling a Houdini ain't the way to go!" Dean glared at Castiel and the alien's lips tugged upwards.
"My apologies," Castiel said. "Next time, I will not leave for so long." Next time? There was going to be a next time? Dean looked away from Castiel.
"I didn't miss you or anything! I just wanted to know what the hell is going on!" Dean snapped.
"Of course," Castiel said. "What did you want to know?" Dean swallowed, not quite liking the fact that he was acting like a chick. He wasn't a girl, for crying out loud. He shouldn't be acting the way he was now.
And no, his pants did not just get a little tighter from having Castiel stare at him like he was a candle in the darkness.
"What's the matter, Dean?" Castiel asked.
"What? You're not pulling any of that Jedi mind trick stuff anymore?" Dean snorted. "Mind reading?" he clarified when Castiel just stared at him with a blank look on his face.
"You asked me not too," Castiel said.
Dean wasn't sure how he felt about Castiel taking his thoughts into consideration. On one hand, it was nice. He knew the… alien, respected him. On the other hand, it meant that this ritual thing that would eventually make them soul mates- Dean was really beginning to hate those two words- was seriously real.
"Don't you know how to ease a guy in? Tell him you like him, hold his hand, have sex, and then mark him as yours?" Dean demanded. Castiel raised an eyebrow.
"Not in that order," Castiel said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"On Earth, I believe the tradition is to tell him you like him, hold his hand, get married, and then have sex," Castiel said. "Or have things changes so drastically?"
"Uh, right man, whatever," Dean said. His eyes lingered on Castiel's lips, remembering the kiss in the middle of the storm they had shared. If he was still trying to deny the tightness in his pants earlier, he sure as hell wasn't now.
All he knew was that he was reacting to the alien before him.
"You may do whatever you wish, Dean," Castiel said. That was all the encouragement Dean needed and he took that step forward to kiss Castiel, crashing their mouths together, hard. He was trying to tell Castiel how much of an ass he was for leaving him alone, to disappear and only reappear in the night when Dean was asleep, to mark him and leave him alone, and- and then he was in his right mind.
He pushed Castiel away from him and wiped his mouth off, willing his hard on to go away. He could think clearly now. For the first time in eight and half days, he could think clearly. The son of a bitch was here and he had kissed him.
"You shouldn't fight it. The more you fight it, the worse it will be," Castiel said. "Take what you want from me."
"I don't want anything from you! Just leave me alone!" Dean snapped.
"Dean!" Castiel protested as Dean was making his way towards the door. He was about to follow the older Winchester when the younger one came in, barely moving in time to be barreled into by his older brother.
Sam frowned and glared after Dean. Normally he would have said something but lately Dean had been in such a bad mood, it was just better to keep quiet. No one knew what was going on with the elder Winchester, despite their research. Sam and Bobby had theorized that it had something to do with Castiel but Dean had vehemently refused to even consider that option.
So when Sam saw Castiel, he wasn't too surprised that Dean had barreled past him, shouting his need for a double bacon cheeseburger. His brother was back.
But so was the alien.
"We need to talk," Sam said. "Dean will be fine." Castiel's eyes trailed after Dean and then they finally shifted back towards Sam as they heard the Impala door slam and the engine start.
"What do you wish to know?" Castiel asked.
"Why the hell has he been acting like he has?" Sam demanded. "Dean doesn't pin. You leave for a week and he's acting like a girl. Why is my brother acting like this?" Castiel contemplated before answering Sam.
"I did not think he would be affected so much by my absence. I underestimated the ritual. He is going to constantly want me until he accepts me. He is going through… hormone rushes that will make him how he was in the past eight days," Castiel said.
"He's been saying your name in his sleep," Sam said.
"I have visited him in his dreams," Castiel nodded.
"Dude, too much information," Sam groaned. "But he's barely gotten any sleep in the past two days. When he does get sleep, he wakes up not looking like he's slept at all!"
"I did not think the mark would affect him that much," Castiel said.
"Can't you do something about it? You already saved him from Azazel! Can't you take it off now?" Sam demanded. Ever since Dean had revealed to him and Bobby about what had really happened and how he had gotten the mark, Sam and Bobby had torn the library apart. They had looked for ways to get rid of the bond. They had looked for ways to rid Earth of the aliens… but they weren't even sure they were aliens. They had no place to start. Even the handprint on Dean's arm was nothing to go by.
"Look, I'm grateful you saved him and everything but why did you have to mark him? You were obviously strong enough to stop Azazel without marking Dean," Sam said. Castiel frowned at Sam.
"I will not be that strong always, Samuel. At least this way, I have claim to Dean," Castiel said.
"But why him? Why concern yourself with him and not someone else?" Sam demanded. "There are millions of people on Earth!"
It became clear to Castiel that his presence was not very welcome in the Winchester family. Even Dean himself was painfully reluctant to have anything to do with him and they were mated. He had never heard of a soul mating going like this. Things were supposed to be smooth. Dean was supposed to have peace now that he was with him. Dean was supposed to want only his company to satisfy his needs.
"Why not him?" Castiel countered. "His soul is beautiful."
"You don't even know him and you want to have sex with him! Not that he doesn't usually do that kind of thing, but you want him to commit! You can't just come waltzing in here-"
"I did not waltz," Castiel frowned but Sam ignored that.
"You can't just waltz in here and think he's yours! We're human! There's a little thing called 'consent' that we have! I don't know how you do it in alien land but he needs to tell you he wants you too!" Sam said.
"I know he wants me," Castiel said. Sam grimaced.
"Dude, I did not need to know that," Sam sighed. "I don't mean sexually, Castiel. I mean want like- like-"
"Like a husband and a wife want each other, son," Bobby interrupted, having heard enough of the conversation and deciding to intervene. "Sam's right. You can't just walk up to Dean and 'claim' him as yours. It don't work like that here. He has to be won over."
"I tried giving him roses. He did not like it," Castiel frowned.
"He ain't a girl. He's a man. He's not going to respond to cheesy stuff," Bobby said. "You try wooing him and if he says yes, you drag your butt back here and you ask both me and Sam for permission to marry him, you hear me?"
"And what if he just takes him?"
"Uriel," Castiel frowned.
"Castiel, why are you putting up with these mud monkeys?" Uriel asked. "You marked the boy as yours- despite the rest of our better judgments. Just take him. He's yours."
"He does not-" Sam argued and Uriel's eyes trained on him.
"He is going to die without Castiel. You saw what happened eight days ago because Dean refused to accept Castiel. Without Castiel, Dean will not survive," Uriel smirked. "Do you really want to take them away from each other?"
"Is that true?" Sam demanded, turning towards Castiel.
"He will not die," Castiel said firmly but by looking at him, Sam and Bobby could tell he wasn't telling them the whole truth.
"Oh, he won't die unless he commits suicide or something else kills him. But without Castiel, he will want to die. He will pin for Castiel if he leaves. Banishing Castiel from Dean's side will do him more harm than good," Uriel said. "I ask you again, brother. Why do you put up with them? Just take the boy and leave."
"They are Dean's family. He cares about them," Castiel said firmly.
"I do not understand you sometimes, Castiel," Uriel said. "If I were you, I would have taken the boy by now."
"If you were me, you would not have taken him period. Dean is mine," Castiel said firmly. "He bears my mark."
"I was not saying-" Uriel said.
"I know what you were saying and you will not undermine the course of action I choose to take with Dean," Castiel snapped. "Take your leave Uriel." Uriel regarded Castiel for a moment further.
"They… our brothers, are not pleased with your actions. That is what I came here to tell you," Uriel said. "I will go seek revelation." Uriel disappeared, leaving Castiel alone with Sam and Bobby.
"You… you put him at risk? What the hell have you done to my brother?" Sam shouted. Castiel turned calmly back to Sam to catch the fist that flew at him. Sam balked at how little effort Castiel was using to restrain him.
"Calm yourself, Samuel," Castiel snarled. "And Bobby, if I can restrain Samuel this easily, do you think you would do much better?"
"Hey, guys, I'm back- what the hell is going on?" Dean demanded.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said and Dean scowled.
"Don't 'hello, Dean' me. Let him go!" Dean snapped. Castiel did as Dean asked and Sam stumbled forward a step to catch himself. "What the hell is going on?" What startled Sam and Bobby was that Dean seemed ready to bolt. He seemed ready to run at the drop of a hat.
Dean never ran.
"It's my fault, Dean," Sam said. "Lost my temper." Dean nodded, slowly losing the bolt-at-a-drop-of-a-hat look.
"So what's going on?" Dean asked.
"Castiel forgot to mention that if you two don't… er, come together-" Sam said.
"You're gonna be suicidal," Bobby interrupted.
"What? Cass, is this true?" Dean demanded.
"I-" Castiel paused and looked upwards at the ceiling. "I must go. Dean, I will explain later."
"The hell you will!" Dean snapped. "You can't leave after-" He was silenced when Castiel placed a hand on his cheek, thumb caressing over his lips.
"Dean. I will be back," Castiel assured him.
"Tonight?" Dean whispered.
"Tonight, then," Castiel nodded, before disappearing.
"What?" Dean demanded, seeing Bobby and Sam staring at him.
"Dude, who are you?" Sam asked.
"Looking mighty cozy with your boy toy," Bobby smirked.
"Shut up! He's not my boy toy!" Dean snapped. "I'm going to sleep."
"Dean," Sam said.
"What?"
"It's eight o' clock," Sam said.
"So? I'm tired!" Dean snapped.
Castiel hadn't wanted to leave Dean. He hadn't wanted to ever leave Dean's side. He wanted to remain at Dean's side. It was his right. He and Dean were mated. He shouldn't have to leave Dean's side.
But orders and summons were just that- orders and summons.
"Castiel,"
"Michael," Castiel averted his eyes from Michael. It was partly respect and partly because he knew Michael would not be happy with him. Probably none of his siblings would be very happy about his choice to connect his soul to a human's.
"Do you know why you're here?"
"I… have a theory," Castiel said.
"What would your theory be?" Michael asked.
"You are displeased with my choice of soul mate," Castiel said.
"Do not bow your head, Castiel. I am not so much displeased with your choice as confused. Tell me, why a human? Why him?" Michael asked.
"He… his soul is connected to mine," Castiel said. "It… screamed for me. I could not pull away- I will not pull away." Michael observed Castiel, making the hairs on the back of Castiel's vessel's neck stand up.
"But how is that possible? He is a human," Michael frowned.
"I do not know… but his soul beckoned to me like no one else's has before," Castiel said.
"Not even Balthazar? You two were very close when he was alive. Why did you not take him then?" Michael asked. "He was more than willing to have you as a mate, if I recall correctly." Castiel closed his eyes, in memory of his friend.
"We were very close and his soul did call to me… but my soul never reacted," Castiel said.
"And you chose a human over his memory… what would he have to say about that?" Michael asked.
"Bite me," Castiel decided.
"Excuse me?" Michael asked, not quite sure he had heard correctly.
"He'd say, 'bite me' or 'very well.' I don't understand it either," Castiel said. Michael chuckled.
"You are a strange one, Castiel. I have something to ask of you though," Michael asked.
"What is it?" Castiel asked.
"Would you have still taken Dean as your soul mate if you had known he is my true vessel?" Michael asked, a small smile appearing on his face. Castiel's eyes widened, looking at Michael in horror.
"But-"
"This? This is John Winchester- a younger version of him but John Winchester nonetheless. You must have found out that you can take not only James Novak as your vessel but his daughter too," Michael said. "The same logic applies to all potential vessels."
"You mean… Dean is… then Sam…" Castiel said, throwing himself into his thoughts. Michael stared down at his subordinate, wondering what his answer would be, wondering how he was reacting to the fact that the one whose soul he tied to him, belonged rightfully to Michael.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"What?" Michael blinked.
"The time- do you know what time it is?" Castiel repeated. "On Earth."
"Thirty-three past eleven," Michael said.
"I must go," Castiel said. "May I be dismissed?"
"Where are you going in such a hurry, Castiel?" Michael asked.
"I made a promise," Castiel said.
"Very well. Castiel," Michael said as Castiel turned to leave. "To whom did you make this promise too?"
"Dean," Castiel answered simply. Michael watched his subordinate leave, closing his eyes. Sure enough, the evidence of Dean's soul calling to Castiel was faint, but it was there. Michael frowned, knowing Castiel was going to prove to be a problem.
"Hello, Dean,"
"Cass!" Dean said. Castiel titled his head expectantly and Dean pulled him into a kiss. It was a dream. Dean could do whatever he wanted in his dreams. They wouldn't have any impact on the life outside of the dream. Because dreams didn't come true.
"I missed you," Castiel said when they parted.
"Then you shouldn't have left," Dean snapped, remembering why he was angry and pulling away. "What did Sam mean- I'm going to be suicidal?"
"Dean, it will not come to-"
"You put me in danger!" Dean shouted.
"I saved your life," Castiel countered.
"Go!"
"What?"
"You heard me, go, get out!"
"Dean-"
"I said get the hell out of my dream!" Dean said. "I didn't want you- I don't want you! I didn't ask for you!" Castiel stared at Dean sadly, trying to get the hunter to meet his eyes. When Dean refused to, he sighed.
And then he disappeared.
Dean jolted awake, a name on his lips. He choked the name back down and threw himself back down onto the bed. Damn Castiel. What the hell was the alien doing? Dean searched through his dreams for anything that could help him.
"Who else came to Earth on your space ship?" Dean asked in one dream. Castiel looked at him, eyes glancing down at Dean who was on his lap.
"Space ship? We did not come to Earth on a space ship, Dean. We are not aliens," Castiel said. Dean rolled his eyes and shifted his position so that his arm was on the other side of Castiel's legs and he was propped up somewhat.
"Well unless you want to tell me what you are-" Dean said and Castiel's eyes darkened, "then I'm calling you aliens." Dean resumed his original position and he was willing to bet that Castiel was rolling his eyes.
"What makes you think there are more than just me and Uriel?" Castiel asked, amused.
"Haven't you ever watched alien invasion movies? There are always more than one or two aliens," Dean said. Castiel chuckled.
"Yes, my brothers did come with me. They had not expected me to take a mate," Castiel hummed. Dean avoided looking at Castiel, turning his back to Castiel. He felt Castiel's hand on his arm, warming him considerably.
"You... would have liked Anna," Castiel said finally.
"Anna?" Dean asked, looking up. "I thought you said brothers."
"We do not regard gender in the same way you do. Anna was very beautiful. You would have gotten along with her very well. She took care of those weaker than her. She was compassionate but fierce- like a mother, I suppose," Castiel said. "Gabriel, you would have found amusing but you would not have liked him very much." Dean could hear Castiel's rush to change the subject off of Anna. He let him, wondering why he wouldn't like Gabriel.
"Why not? What's up with the past tense?" Dean asked.
"Anna is not among us anymore and Gabriel left home," Castiel answered. "I do not know his whereabouts now but I believe he is somewhere on Earth but if he does not wish to be found, he will not be found. He was a free will, a trickster, if you will. It was a hobby of his."
"And I wouldn't like him because…?"
"Because he would have played many a prank on you," Castiel said. "And Sam is his type." Dean bolted upright and Castiel's eyes were shining in amusement. Dean frowned at him, not sure if the alien who wasn't from outer space was pulling his leg or not. He decided it didn't matter when Castiel pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
"I'm sorry about what you've seen from Uriel," Castiel said. "He is a better person- a great warrior than what you have seen of him. I have fought alongside him for a long time. He has saved my life many times on the battlefield." Dean huffed and allowed Castiel to pull him back down into his lap.
"If you say so, Cass," Dean shrugged, because to him, a dick was a dick. "Who else is there?"
"There is Zachariah," Castiel's tone was short, and clipped.
"What's wrong with Zach?" Dean asked.
"He… is what you would call a 'dick,'" Castiel said, making Dean laugh.
"Cas, I think you're learning how to be human," Dean snickered. Castiel just tilted his head in answer accompanied by a frown and waited for Dean's amusement to pass. "What's wrong with Zach?" Dean asked when he sobered up.
"He is power hungry," Castiel frowned. "He demands respect but respects no one but Michael and Raphael-"
"Who're they?" Dean asked.
"They are two more of my brothers you would not like. Raphael is sure in what he does- you might respect him but you will not like him. He is determined and a force to be reckoned with," Castiel said contemplatively. "Michael… expects everything to be done his way. He is the most powerful. His mere presence commands respect." There was awe in Castiel's voice.
"What're you guys doing here on Earth?" Dean asked. Castiel frowned, looking upwards. "C'mon, Cass, tell me some-"
"We are looking for the vessels," Castiel answered.
"To take over?" Dean asked his voice not carefree anymore. Castiel decided he didn't like the tone Dean took and caressed the hunter's face.
"No, Dean, not to 'take over.' We are not aliens," Castiel said.
"Cass?"
"Mmm?" Castiel said.
"Who's Bal-" Dean frowned, trying to remember the name. "Balt-"
"Balthazar," Castiel finished.
"Yeah, him. Who is he?" Dean asked. Castiel sighed and, for the first time Dean could remember, avoided his eyes.
"Balthazar…is-was- the equivalent of what you would call my best friend," Castiel said. "He died in the last war. He had wanted our souls to join. His soul called to me but mine did not answer." Dean let the information soak into him, a part of him glad Castiel's soul- or whatever had gone on- hadn't responded to Balthazar. That didn't mean jealousy and anger didn't bubble up at the mention of the other alien.
"Oh. Sorry, about him dying, you know," Dean said.
"Thank you," Castiel said simply and Dean decided to drop the subject about Castiel's family for a little bit in exchange for telling the alien about things he didn't understand but put a confused look on his face and eventually made him smile as he watched Dean talk.
"If you want answers, all you have to do is ask," Dean jumped, reaching for the gun that wasn't there.
"The hell- you! Uriel," Dean growled. "Am I awake?"
"Yes, you're awake," Uriel said.
"Why the hell are you here? Where's Cass?" Dean demanded.
"I believe you told Castiel to leave you alone," Uriel said. "Why do you care where he is?" Dean frowned at him.
"You said if I want answers, all I had to do was ask… but what's the catch?" Dean asked.
"You are a smart one, aren't you?" Uriel chuckled. "Now see, the catch is simple. You just need to say 'yes' to Michael." Dean stared at Uriel, wondering who the hell this 'Michael' was but as he opened his mouth to answer, only one thing really wanted to come out.
"Did someone in outer space spread the message that I'm a whore for hire or something?" Dean asked and Uriel started laughing.
"I like you, boy. God help me, I really do," Uriel said.
"What does saying 'yes' to Michael mean?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"It allows him to inhabit your body. He will be able to fight Lucifer-"
"Lucifer. The devil?" Dean asked. "Get out of here, there's no such thing."
"You would like to believe that, wouldn't you?" Uriel chuckled. Dean glared at Uriel.
"And what about Cas?" Dean asked.
"What about Castiel?" Uriel asked.
"What does he have to say about this?" Dean asked.
"Do not worry about Castiel. He will be fine with whatever you do," Uriel said. Dean frowned.
"You're lying," Dean announced.
"And how do you know that?" Uriel asked, voice still the same.
"Because I lie for a living, douche bag. Now get the hell out," Dean snapped. Uriel glared at Dean and Dean cringed. He swallowed, struggling not to call for Castiel. If Castiel could stop Azazel with a wave of his hand, what could Uriel do? He assumed that Uriel was of a lower alien rank or whatever but Castiel was still powerful for whatever alien rank he was. Uriel must have held some candle to Castiel to be able to talk to him as he did.
And Uriel didn't care for him. Dean was sure that the "like" that Uriel was referring to merely meant that Dean was simply amusing. He provided entertainment for Uriel- because Dean was amusing. He had witty comments and everything. He drew girls like moths to a flame and even had a few guys after him for the witty comments.
But Castiel wasn't one of the "few guys." Calling Castiel to save him wasn't an option, even if they were "soul mates." He had just banished Castiel from his dream. He wasn't about to call him to him in real life. It just wasn't going to happen.
"Cass said something about looking for vessels. Why would he want his soul mate used as a meat suit for some high up alien?" Dean said. Uriel frowned, obviously not having expected Dean to have heard about Michael and vessels.
"Castiel must answer to his superior-"
"Which you are not," the voice was female. The surprise on Uriel's face was evident and Dean turned to look at the woman.
"Anna- you- but- you fell," Uriel spat distastefully. "You fell. You are no longer our superior." Anna tilted her head in a way that reminded Dean of Castiel and she had a coy smile on her face, threatening to give way to something more dangerous.
"True," Anna said. "But imagine my surprise when you decided to visit Earth and I regained my powers."
"Anna is very beautiful. You would get along with her very well. She takes care of those weaker than her. She is compassionate but fierce- like a mother, I suppose,"
