Hi everyone. I would just like to thank those of you who have foloowed and favoured this story since my last update. You guys are great.

Anyway here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the lines I have taken from the show.


Dean turns around, he recognises this place. He's standing in the wings of that 'Supernatural' stage show. Oh god no, not with the close contact and bloody subtext. It was bad enough he had to see it, why the hell was dreaming of it? With that he turned to see what was happening on the stage and he saw the actress who was playing him lie down on a bed. He had no idea where they where in the story until the spot light on the other side of the stage came up on a person standing under a street light. It was Cas. As in the real Cas. Suddenly they were standing on the road that Cas took him to when he rescued him from Zachariah after he came back from the future. But Cas was singing. He was singing that song from the show. For some reason this made perfect sense to him. Of course Cas was singing, why shouldn't he be? Dean stood there watching the words poor out of Cas' mouth.

"I'll just wait here then, I'll wait for you."

Once Cas had finished he decided to move. To show that he was here for Cas and he wasn't alone.

"Hey Cas." he said as he approached.

"Hello Dean." Castiel replied with the hint of a smile on his lips.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"I am fine. I was waiting for you." Castiel responded amiably.

"Well I'm here now." Dean smiled to his friend.

"Yes you are." Castiel replied, he then tilted his head at the man in front of him. "But you are not the Dean from this time."

"What?" Dean asked confused. Cos that was what future Cas had said to him.

"I prefer past Dean. He was funny." Castiel replied with a smirk suddenly on his face. A smirk that didn't fit on the Cas in front of him. It was such a cynical look.

"Cas?"Dean whispered wondering what was going on.

"I did all of it for you dean." Castiel said bitterly narrowing his eyes at him.

"What the-?" with that he looked down at his right hand to find the first blade there once again. No, no this time he was not going to kill Cas. he repeated this in his head, saying it over and over again while Cas just stood there in front of him with his hands in his pockets.

"Cas you need to leave." Dean struggled to say through the urge to plunge the first blade though his friend.

"Why?" Castiel asked amicably with a tilt of his head.

"cos if you don't I'm gonna kill you." Dean replied through gritted teeth.

"very well Dean. If that is what you wish." and with that Castiel stepped forwards and pulled Dean's hand towards him plunging the first blade through his own stomach with a smile on his lips.

"It was fun while it lasted right?" Castiel gasped out as he fell to the floor. By the time he hit he was dead.

Dean couldn't believe it, he had been fighting, but he still killed Cas. With that he fell to his knees besides the dead man, who still had a smile on his face.

Dean suddenly came awake into darkness. What the hell was going on with his dreams? If you could call them dreams at any rate. First they were all over the place and second why did they always end in him killing Cas? Surely he was more concerned with kill Sam, so why was his subconscious concentrating on Cas? These where questions he really didn't know the answer too. What he did know was he really needed a drink. With that thought he got up from his bed to go find the whiskey.

Gabriel sat down. He didn't bother following Dean, he knew that if the guy was going to drink in excess then there would be no point. Dean never remembered his dreams when he was drinking, which lets be honest was probably the main reason he did it. Gabriel was getting worried. His plan should been working by now. He had been going into Dean's dreams for a week. Trying to find all the memories he had of Castiel, to get Dean to see what he meant to him. But instead all he got was confusion from the damn man. He might have to start rethinking the kind of memories he used. Though to be honest what he was doing wasn't an exact science. He just thought Dean was more likely to come to the realisation of what Castiel meant to him if they had a friend moment before he killed him. Damn the bloody stubborn, unobservant man.