Chapter 3- What?

"Dean." Cas lifted his head off of my shoulder. "Dean."

"Cas?"

"Dean-''

"I swear to god, Castiel, if you say my name one more time."

"I can fix this."

"What? How?"

I woke up in my bed at home. When I walked over to the calendar, I realized I had slept through Saturday. I went out to the kitchen and, as expected, my dad still wasn't home. My nerdy little brother, Sammy, was eating cereal.

"Where were you yesterday, Dean? When Cas brought you home last night you were really out of it."

I looked at him strange. Hadn't I been sleeping the whole time? How come I don't remember anything?

I didn't want to worry the kid so I just mumbled something about being drunk as I grabbed my leather jacket and ran out the door.

"Castiel, what the hell happened to me yesterday?" I slammed the door after we walked outside.

"Dean. I'm glad you're alright. I think someone slipped a mickey in your beer when we were hanging out with those guys. We'll never hang out with them again, that's for sure."

For a second I had trouble believing him, but then something in his eyes told me not to think so much. "Jesus. Fuckin' dicks! Who were they? I don't even remember hanging out with anybody."

Cas just looked at me like he was pitying me. "What?" I yelled. I was getting kind of annoyed. Cas was acting strange today. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Without even letting me take a breath, he wrapped his arms around my neck, pushing me down, kissing me hard. "I love you so much, Dean. I'll never let anything happen to you again." His eyes were tearing up.

"Geez, Cas, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Hey what do you say we go to that diner that just opened up?"

"Sure."

I just gave up on trying to figure out what Castiel's strange reaction was all about. After that day, everything went back to normal. Except every now and then I had this nightmare. It was exactly the same every time I dreamt it. I shot this boy I've never even seen before, and after the gun made the loud boom, I saw the image of a winged figure flash before I woke up.

Whenever I brought up the dream to Cas, he just kept shutting me up, as if my dream made him angry. I found that strange, but I just shrugged it off.