2: Blast From The Past

Sam returned to the room with a glass of water and a pill for headache which he gave to his brother. Dean nodded to him in thanks, put the pill in his mouth, took a big gulp of water and swallowed.

"Feeling better?" Sam asked his brother.

"Dean just told me that he met God," Castiel interrupted while looking at Sam intensely and raising one eyebrow.

They stayed quite for a second.

"Well..." Sam said calmly. "That's..."

"I'm not lying," Dean moaned, disturbed by how they treated him.

Sam and Castiel exchanged worried glances, before they faced Dean again. They had to handle this delicately.

"Of course you aren't..." Sam started with a soft smile.

"I'm not fucking crazy! Stop looking at me like I'm some sort of freak, I told you what happened!"

Castiel sighed and Sam scratched his head.

"Okay Dean, but let's look at this logically. I mean, God? Really? We have been doing this for years. Some creature obviously played with your head. It has happened to us before and it's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens."

"I know," Dean said while feeling a bit irritated. "I thought about it too, but... This really felt different. Real."

"It always does," Castiel comforted.

Dean met their eyes and nodded. He felt a bit dumb now.

"I guess you're right. Sorry."

The older Winchester stood up and stretched his muscles by putting his arms in the air, high above his head. Sam's eyes narrowed when he noticed something familiar around his brother's neck. Truth was that he didn't want to ask about it and show that he cared, but he just couldn't help himself.

"So when did you take that back?" He muttered nonchalantly, remembering how Dean had lost it.

"What?" Dean asked confused.

"The necklace, I haven't seen you wearing it for ages."

Dean looked down and saw that Sam was right. There, hanging on top of his green T-shirt was the necklace Sam had given to him as a kid. Dean looked at Sam in horror. His mind was rushing in million miles per hour.

"I threw it away," he said in a weak voice.

"I know. I remember," Sam answered behind gritted teeth.

"No, Sam. I never returned for it."

Dean let the words sink in. Soon, Sam's eyes widened and were filled with horror too. He pointed at the necklace and his mouth hanged open in shock. Castiel put his fingers to his lips while he started to put the pieces together.

"I tried to use that necklace to find God, but it didn't work."

"It was supposed to be some sort of God EMF," Sam breathed in disbelief. "Oh my God... Dean, maybe it's true?"

Dean felt like he was going to have an anxiety attack and had to sit down again. He grabbed the nearest chair, sat down on the edge of the seat, rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands.

"This is unbelievable," Sam whispered. "We can't be sure, but let's say it's true. What did he say?"

Sam and Castiel looked curiously at Dean. He adjusted his sitting position so he would sit more comfortably and sighed.

"It's not like he talked. It's... Hard to explain. When you are in his presence you just sort of understand what he wants and thinks. And it's the same thing when it comes to you. He knows. And you don't really see him either, you just know. You know?"

Sam raised his eyebrows and his mouth became a straight line while Castiel didn't move a muscle.

"Well, that-" Sam started and didn't want to sound rude.

"Makes perfect sense," Castiel interrupted.

Sam grimaced and stared at Cas, trying to find out if the angel was actually serious.

"I was going for something a little bit different, but sure Cas."

Castiel sighed and rolled his eyes.

"That sounds like a perfect description of God. It is very similar to what angels have been told," he said as if it was obvious.

"Fine," Sam spat before he turned to Dean again. "What did he want then?"

Dean scratched his neck, looked up at the ceiling and his cheeks seemed to get a little red.

"I... It's all a blur right now," he said quietly.

Sam closed his eyes and tried to keep his breathing steady. Dean couldn't be serious about this...

"You talked to God and don't remember what he said? Wow, Dean. Just wow. That has to top everything," Sam mocked.

"Shut up!" Dean shouted, trying to hide his embarrassment behind anger. "It was a lot of stuff!"

Sam was just about to say something back when the angel stepped between them.

"I'm sure it's very overwhelming, give him time Sam." Castiel said while trying to calm them down.

Sam rolled his eyes, turned his back to the other two and put his hands in his pockets. This was when a thought hit him.

"Why would he talk to you?" He asked and faced them again. "No offense Dean, but... Why?"

"He must be pretty confused if you ask me," Dean laughed and Sam soon joined him.

"Stop," Castiel said and didn't like that the brothers took this so lightly. "Humans have been God's favorite creation, so it's no wonder he finally decided to make contact with one. Dean represents a human's weaknesses and strengths. He sins in many different ways, yet he has such a big heart and puts other's safety and well being above himself. The righteous man. When you think about it, it's rather beautiful."

"Wow. Don't get a boner there Cas," Dean commented.

Castiel glared angrily at Dean. The Winchester put his hands up in the air in defeat. If he pissed of Castiel anymore, they would soon be in a fight.

"This is no joke Dean, if this is true we have to decide what to do about it."

That was true. No matter how you thought about it, it was a serious matter. The trio went into deep thinking. Dean began to play with the amulet from his necklace with his fingers, it helped him think when he was younger. Surprisengly, he felt how the amulet got warm under his touch. The necklace got hotter and hotter.

"I remember," Dean whispered in surprise. "The necklace makes me remember. I think..."

Sam and Cas took a few steps closer to him.

"What is God's plan Dean?" Castiel asked eagerly.

"He..." Dean twisted the amulet between his fingers, trying to concentrate. It felt like it was burning under his fingers. "I think... I think he wants it all to end."

Sam took a nervous breath.

"Fuck that," Dean said and let go of the amulet. "We didn't stop the apocalypse just so the man upstairs could start a new one."

He was just about to take off the stupid thing from his neck when a firm grip on his arm stopped him.

"No, Dean. If the necklace has a connection to God we can't risk it falling into the wrong hands. Not to mention that God wants you to have it. Don't take it off."

Dean grunted.

"Fuck that. I'm not God's bitch. I'm not wearing it for him."

"Dean," Castiel raised his voice a bit, but didn't sound mean. "Until we find out more."

It seemed like the blue eyes were almost piercing through the green ones. After a while, Dean brushed the angel's hand off him.

"Fine," Dean said bitterly. "Only because you asked. And I kind of missed the damn thing."

"Thank you," Castiel nodded to Dean and a small smirk found its way on the angel's lips.

Dean didn't mention the irony that one time Castiel had asked Dean to give him the necklace and now he begged him to keep it. Truth was, he kind of wanted it. He had gotten it from Sammy after all. He did not like that God had made his necklace some sort of connection device, but it was still his.

"So what now?" Sam asked and looked at his two friends.

"I don't know," Dean sighed. "But, I'm going out. I really need to clear my head from all this bullshit."

"I need to return to my business too, if that's all right. But we will keep in touch," Castiel said and after the sound of flapping wings, he was gone.

"Have a safe trip honey," Dean murmured sarcastically after the angel.

Then Dean went to his room. He grabbed his wallet, keys, leather jacket and was soon out of the bunker. Sam on the other hand, didn't really know what to do with himself. Normally, in this situation, he would be the one to do the research. But, what could he do? Look into the Bible? Google 'God'? It was laughable. Even the angels didn't know that much about him. Maybe Sam should go out for a bit too...

XXXXX

Dean had driven around town, just because it helped him relax. Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, foot on the gas pedal and no business about God. After driving in circles for about 40 minutes, he decided to stop and visit a bar called 'Tommy's'. It was not a big bar. The place was dark and the wooden furniture were old and used. There was not much for decoration either, just some meaningless paintings on the walls that really didn't fit in.

Dean ordered a beer and drank it almost instantly. It felt like the cold liquid washed all of his problems away. After seeing Dean's upset face expression, the bartender gave him a new bottle before Dean had the chance to order. Dean nodded in thanks and took his sweet time with that one, he really didn't need to get drunk today. No matter what he tried to occupy his mind with, his thoughts went back to his necklace and the whole God-thing. He ruffled his hair in anger, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then, he noticed a group of five men staring at him.

'Man, this isn't a gay bar is it?' Dean thought in objection.

The men didn't seem to have any romantic interest in Dean, he was extremely happy about that. He couldn't stand dealing with stuff like that today. He was mentally exhausted. The men whispered something to each other and nodded. Then they started to walk towards him. Their eyes turned black and confident smiles covered their faces. Now Dean really wished that they were gay.

"This day just keeps getting better and better," he whined in defeat.