"Dean...Dean...Dean..." The words echo as is spoken from the end of a long tunnel.
"Cass? Are you in my dreams? I told you not to do that anymore!"
"I'm sorry Dean, but this is the only way we can meet; the Archangels are on my trail. I need to say that I don't know what happened earlier. Just to be clear, it won't-can't-happen again."
"Yeah. I was gonna say that."
"Well, good. I'm glad we got that over with. Also, Dean, stay a little longer, you deserve the break."
"Riiight."
Annoyed, Sam calls Dean for the fifth time. "Dean, wake up!"
"What, Sam, what was so important that you had to wake me up right in the middle of my Busty Asian Beauties dream!?" Wiping drool from the corner of his mouth, Dean flips himself onto his back and groggily rubs his eyes. He'd only slept two hours because Cass had occupied most of his dreams during the night, and there was no way he was going to go to sleep with an horny angel controlling his dreams.
"Well, get this, I did a last sweep through the high school and I found nothing."
"Oh, so what, Sam, nothing is more important than my beautiful rest? Toss me my shirt, would ya?"
"Yeah, sure," Sam picks up Dean shirt while reading from his computer. "But, Dean, I found nothing as in completely clean, no sulfur, no EMF, no nothing. Maybe this just isn't our kind of case."
"What part of three kids shooting each other out of the blue, doesn't sound like our kind of case, Sam?"
"I'm just saying, Dean. It could just be territorial gang fights, we are in an area where this is common. Bobby got a call from Rufus saying that he needs some help in Alabama."
"Fine, this may not be our kind of case, but we should still stay longer, even if it is just on vacation." With a sigh, Dean explains himself. "Cass said that we should take a break from hunting for awhile."
"Oh, so now Cass is your replacement for Dad?" Sam starts to pack his possessions into his duffle bag in a huff. "Your commanding officer that you follow around and listen to-"
"No, Sam, I just think that we've been working hard and Cass said that we deserve a break, and I agree."
"-or maybe he's your 'God' and you are his ever-faithful disciple." Sam gives Dean a cutting smirk that seems to say "You're heaven's bitch, I knew I couldn't trust you."
Dean turns on his phone, hoping that he has a message from Lisa...or Cass. Last night, at the bar, haunted Dean; he'd never felt so close to anyone, not even Sam. Dialing Bobby's number, Dean looked at Sam, who was focused on packing, and slipped out of the motel door.
"Hello?"
"Oh," Dean runs his hand down his face in distress. "I was hoping you wouldn't pick up."
"Well, thanks! Whada ya need, Dean?" Dean could practically hear the annoyance from that long time family friend and hunter.
"I just need to talk…about Cass. We, uh, had an, encounter, last night."
"What kind of 'encounter', Dean?"
Dean chuckles nervously
"Don't tell me that what I'm thinking, you're thinking, I'm thinking, is correct, Boy!"
"Well,"
"Dean, what the Hell are you doing? Do I have to hire a babysitter for you? I can't believe you!" Dean could tell that the annoyance that he heard earlier had turned to anger and disbelief.
"Bobby, I don't know...what I'm doing anymore, with Lisa and Ben, Sam and Lucifer, Me and Michael, and then there's Cass. I just don't know."
Through the window of the motel, Sam could see his brother was distress by the way Dean hung his head while talking on the phone; probably with Bobby. Sam gave a sad sigh, and went to see Dean.
"Hey, are you ok?"
"-yeah, I love you Lisa. Say bye to Ben for me; I'll see you soon. Bye. Yeah, Sam, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" With a shrug Dean hops in the Impala. "Let's go get a bite to eat at the diner down town."