Here's the first installment guys. Sorry for the wait. i was trying to do a project and then my Laptop was being a bitch but i finally got her working. One more chappie after this which will be posted today and then its over. A warning to all that chapter five might be... a little rated M. Depending on if i can right Destiel sexy tiems that explicitly good.

Kays?

Eve: YES!

Dean: NO!

Imma gonna go with Eve on this one, yeah?

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Double Vision Part Four

"Cas NO!" Dean yelled. And once again, maybe for the last time, sapphire met jade.

Castiel looked at Dean, his face wet with tears and bloody with scratches. His clothes were tattered as if he had been fighting but the sad fact was that there was no one else in the room, so it must all be in Castiel's head.

"Dean?" he asked weakly and wearily as if he was expecting something terrible to happen.

"Yeah, Cas, its me," Dean answered softly moving closer to Castiel, close enough to see the blade held tightly in that angelic grasp. And Castiel looked so ready to use it. Who did he love so much that seeing them die some many times would make him want to kill himself?

Whoever it was, Dean wasn't ashamed to say he was jealous.

"Dean?" he asked again, reaching out and touching Dean's cheek.

Dean leaned into the startlingly cold palm and said, "Yeah, Cas. Its me."

And then, Castiel took Dean's face in his hands and kissed him. Just like that, right on the mouth, sweet, chaste and desperate, like it was the last time he would ever do something so reckless and dangerous.

Dean realized that it was exactly like that.

When Castiel pulled away, leaving Dean breathless and dazed, he looked determined. "Goodbye Dean. You may only be a mirage, a figment of my imagination, but I know you're dead."

And that's when it hit Dean. Cas was seeing him die. Cas was in love with him. Cas was going to kill himself over Dean's death.

Crap.

"Cas, no!" Dean said again as Castiel started to move away from him, tears going down his face again. "Cas, no, it's me. The real me. The ghost, its doing this to you, Cas…"

Dean trailed off, his eyes glued to a man in a sailor's uniform behind Castiel. He was flickering and smiling disgustingly. Dean looked back to Cas who was still backing up. He studied him for a moment and noticed that it wasn't blood leaking from his nose like he had thought at first, but ectoplasm.

The ghost was exerting its influence on Cas even now.

"Cas," Dean started again, walking to the angel and grasping his wrists. "Cas I'm not dead."

"Yes you are," Castiel said, his voice breaking. "I want it to end Dean. Let me end it. Please. You'd let me end it if you were really you. Please."

"NO!" Dean yelled, pulling the shivering angel closer to him. "No, I wouldn't. Damnit Cas, do you really have such a low opinion of how I feel about you? I would never let you do this to yourself."

Castiel ripped himself from Dean's arm, his angelic strength pushing the Winchester back a few paces. "No! No! You're dead, you're dead, you're DEAD! Stop it! Stop it and go away! Stop making me hurt so much!"

Dean felt his heart break into pieces as the ghost smiled behind Castiel. Dean realized then that he didn't even have his shotgun on him and couldn't blast the damn thing away. If only he'd had more time…

Speaking of which the blade was starting to glow and Dean didn't like that very much. Castiel must have taken that as a sign, because he started to close his eyes and swallowed. "Will it all go away?"

Dean was about to answer when the ghost materialized behind his angel and whispered almost seductively into his ear, "Yes…yes. And you'll be with Dean."

"I'll be with Dean," Castiel echoed almost robotically. "Dean."

Dean flinched at his name, getting closer to Cas and praying to both Gabriel's to get their rears in gear and help the others find this monster's bones. "Cas," he said as the angel started to press the blade to his vessel's heart. "Cas please don't."

Castiel's eyes found Dean's face and he was cooled with azure irises. "Dean doesn't beg. Please go. Go so I can be with him."

Dean hated himself at this moment. "I do beg Cas. I beg when someone I love is about to do something that we'll both regret."

Castiel's eyes widened at that. "Dean doesn't… he doesn't love me. You don't love me. Get out of my head!"

Dean went up to Castiel, seeing that he was getting somewhere. He grabbed his face and made him look him in the eyes. "Cas I love you so much. I love you, I love you. Don't do this to me. Please, Cas. Don't." He rubbed their noses and the angel started to lean in.

"Dean…"

Suddenly Dean felt himself lifted and thrown across the room. He slammed into the wall and looked up to see the ghost staring angrily at him. "No one interferes. No one interfered for Isla. Not even I interfered for Isla."

Dean was betting that this 'Isla' character was the woman who this man had loved and who had died. "Well, I'm interfering! Get yourself outta my angel's head, you slimy son of a bitch!" Dean got to his feet and looked around for something, anything to hit this son of a bitch with.

As this was going on, Castiel was looking on in confusion. "Dean… what….?"

"Cas get out of here!" Dean yelled as the ghost slammed him into the wall again. His focus on Castiel was broken and the angel was starting to get his head back. "Cas GO!"

Castiel started to blink rapidly, everything that had just happened flitting through his head, shocking him into anger as he realized that he was about to kill himself. In front of Dean.

Because of a stupid ghost.

A ghost, he noticed, that was beating the snot out of his hunter.

"Get AWAY from him!" Castiel yelled, his eyes glowing blue and his wings showing in lightening strike shadows behind him. The ghost turned now, eyes widening, and started to flicker, trying to get away, until Castiel hit it with a spear of light. The ghost fell to the ground and rolled, letting Dean get up.

"Cas…" Dean said as the angel helped him up, supporting his weight.

"Shh, we need to- UGH!" Castiel was thrown off to the side, as Dean crashed to the floor, the ghost hovering above the angel.

And its hand was the blade.

"NO!" Dean yelled as the blade emanated light and the ghost shoved it downward and right towards Castiel.

I know. I just love cliffies. And believe it or not, the last chappie will be a cliffie and if i get enough reviews... well... i just might make a sequel...

You'll see what i mean in like, a half hour when the next and last part is up.

Dean: No 'sxy tiems' or whateverthefuck you call them!

Eve: YES!

Imma gonna go with Eve on this one, yeah? XD

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