Disclaimer: I dont own any of the characters portrayed in this fanfic. they belong to the wonderful creator of Supernatural; Erik Kripke. :3

Full Summary: Dean has been having these strange dreams lately about a man who calls himself Castiel, an angel of the Lord. Some are pleasant and some have a rather profound affect on his physical being. So what happens when Dean has to interview a man who looks like he could be his Doppelganger?

OOC—ish..lol…AU, Slash, Dean/Castiel

Warning! This fanfic is going to be rated M for mature audiences only. If you cant handle reading homosexual relations between a human and an angel then I suggest you go look for something else to read. There will be plenty of strong language and adult situations. And possibly violence…..There needs to be violence lol

A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm sorry if i took a while to finally update this, but i was pretty busy winter break, moving in with my aunt and all lol and school has been kinda stressful lately so yah. Just read and tell me what you think ^^ i love the reviews!

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Chapter 4— The Tables Turn

Dean awoke with a jolt that almost had him sitting up in bed. He stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling, the events of his dream replaying in his mind over and over.

"Yes there is a bigger picture here. But first off you should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell, I can throw you back in."

That had been the last thing that Castiel had said to him before he woke up. It had thrown him off entirely. When in the hell had he experienced dieing and then going to hell? It was impossible. Dean hadn't even had a near death experience in his life either.

Looking over to his right, his alarm clock read 1:32am. Dean sighed with frustration and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe that it was still early into the night.

Yawning, Dean stood out of bed and sauntered over to the bedroom door and out to the hallway. Dean scoffed to himself as he headed towards the bathroom.

"You have to be kidding me…" Castiel's words echoed through his mind multiple times. There was absolutely no way that any of this was actually happening.

Dean entered the bathroom and turned on the light. He stood in front of t mirror and turned on the faucet, splashing some of the cool water on his face to wake him up a little.

He looked up and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

"Pft…An angel of the Lord save me from Hell? Something must be seriously wrong with me.." He smiled to himself in a disbelieving manner. Every time Dean tried to disprove these dreams, he would always get this nagging feeling in the back of his mind telling him that there is something more to this. It was just as Castiel had said; there is a bigger picture here. Dean just has to figure that out. Which in fact, that was what was irritating Dean the most right now.

What was the reason behind these dreams? Why does Jimmy Novak look just like the angel in his dreams? Dean was getting really tired of all these little guessing games. He swore, the next time he sees Castiel, he is going to make sure to get some answers. Whether he has to beat it out of him or not, Dean doesn't care.

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It's been about three days since that last dream that Dean had involving Castiel. Things had somewhat begun to go back to normal. The only thing that really remained was that feedback report that he had to write for Zachariah. But that wasn't too bad, Dean had a few more things he needed to mention in it and then he would be done. But for now, he was going to take a break. It was the weekend after all.

Dean was in the kitchen preparing something quick to eat for dinner when he heard a knock on the door. Reaching inside the fridge to grab his favorite beer, he called out. "The door is open!"

Dean stood up and turned around to see Sam step into his apartment. "Oh, hey man. What are you doing here?"

"Not much, just wanted to stop by and see what was up." Sam responded.

Dean nodded. "You want anything to eat? Drink?"

"Nah, but I'll take a beer." Sam sat down on the couch and watched as his cousin set his plate down on the coffee table and went to the fridge to get an extra beer.

"Here ya go." Sam nodded thanks and screwed off the top and took a sip. Dean sat down and took a bite of his homemade cheeseburger.

"You know, I'm actually pretty surprised that you haven't headed out to the bar yet." Sam chuckled as he took another swig of his beer.

"Yeah, well I felt like relaxing at home for a change. Things have been pretty great as of late Sammy." He took another bite of his cheeseburger and sat back on the couch.

"Oh really? I uh, take it that you haven't had any of those weird dreams recently then?" Sam leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees and holding the beer in his hand.

"Not for three days! I think that's a new record for me." Dean leaned back, resting his arms on the backrest of the couch. He felt proud of the small accomplishment.

"Three days huh? Well what happened three days ago?"

Dean sighed. "Castiel is hiding something. I don't know what it is, he won't tell me. He told that there is a bigger picture, meaning that something strange is most definitely going on."

"Are you sure? I mean, you know what some people say. That dream could have had something to do with what we talked about that day." Sam was always trying to be the rational on in the family. That was one of the things that irritated Dean the most about him.

"Sammy listen. This dream felt real. Every thing about these dreams feel real, except of course the angels and the uh, demons." This was all very much true. These dreams weren't like anything he had ever experienced. They were more real than any other dream that had in his life. So real, it was almost as if he was living a second life except in his mind.

One of the major things that he couldn't understand though was the other dreams that seemed to affect Dean's physical body. The seemed so out of place. He always tried to push those certain feeling away, but they would always come back once he saw Castiel.

Sam looked at him strangely, but was still obviously very interested. "Wow, Uhm so did anything else happen?"

"I got mad, yelled at him and then he said the strangest thing. He told me that I should show him more respect since apparently he was the one that dragged me out of hell.

Otherwise, he would throw me back in himself."

"Wow, you serious Dean?"

Dean popped a ketchup covered French fry in his mouth. "Absolutely. I don't know what is going on here, but things are starting to get freaky. I'm just glad that I haven't had a dream like those in three days." He continued to eat his cheeseburger as Sam at there and contemplated all of this.

Things were starting to sound strange. An angel pulling his cousin out of the depths of hell? It had to be impossible. Even if Dean hasn't had a dream in three days, he could still have another on anytime. And to Sam, this sounded like there has been a huge shift in what's happening in Dean's sleep. There was definitely a cause for concern here.

You sure you aren't hungry Sam?"

"Dean?"

"What is it?"

"I don't really think that these dreams are going to stop. I mean, you said so yourself, there is something that he is hiding from you and he won't tell you. Chances are, you will find out eventually. These dreams are going to continue to happen." Sam explained.

"Yeah, you think I haven't figured that out genius? I know they are going to happen." Dean had gotten a little defensive, but he couldn't help it. This whole situation was frustrating.

Sam sighed and it grew silent. Dean finished his plate and stood up to walk it to the kitchen. Sam sat there, thinking quietly to himself until something finally occurred to him.

"Oh my God! Dean, I've got it!" He stood up quickly and stepped towards the kitchen.

"What is it?" Dean looked confused yet curious at the same time.

"I think I know who could help us."

"And who would that be? A gypsy?" Sam rolled his eyes knowing that he was still very much as frustrated as before.

"Uncle Bobby!"

"Bobby? How could he…? Oh wait, that's right, he's a Parapsychologist."

Their uncle Bobby was a middle-aged man who spent most of his time studying the supernatural. He used to be a professor in his early years, teaching others about the possibility of the paranormal. He quit though once his wife had mysteriously disappeared one day and came back trying to kill Bobby.

It was very strange; his wife was always such a sweet woman. For quite some time, Bobby was completely broken up about it. Which was why he quit teaching. Now he lives alone, fixing and repairing cars in the junkyard behind his house.

"Yeah! If there is anyone that has answers to this, it would be him."

"Yeah, but doesn't he live in like South Dakota?"

"That's true, but c'mon Dean. We should go pay him a visit."

"Does anyone ever tell you how much you whine? Cant we just give him a phone call instead?" Dean bypassed Sam and Sat back down on the couch. Sam stared at him, ignoring his cousins' remark and continued on with trying to persuade Dean.

"Look Dean, don't you want answers?"

"Of course I do!" Dean sat there, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He sighed. "Okay, fine. We will go pay a visit to Bobby. But not this weekend, we will go next weekend." Dean turned to look up at Sam. "Happy?"

Sam smiled and nodded his head.

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"No, Dean! I'm not gonna let you go to hell. Dean!"

"Yes you are!" Dean yelled. They stared at each other with an intensity in their eyes. It was almost midnight and the tension was rising. It was silent for a few moments with nothing but crickets chirping outside. It seemed like an eternity before Dean spoke again but softer this time.

"Yes you are…I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault. I know that. But what your doing, its not going to save me. It's only going to kill you."

Sam stared back at his older brother, his eyes beginning to water. "Then what am I supposed to do?"

The corner of Dean's mouth twitched slightly upwards, showing a hint of a smile. "Keep fighting…Take care of my wheels" He paused quickly to control the emotions that were clearly playing on his face. "Sammy, remember what dad taught you, kay?"

Sam nodded, finding it hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

"And remember what I taught you." Dean forced a smile on his face to try and reassure his little brother. They have been through so much together, but this one took the cake. There wasn't any turning back now. But the smile faded soon after it had appeared once they heard the sound of the dinging clock, signifying that it was now midnight.

Ding….Ding…..Ding…..Ding….Ding…Ding.

Sam looked at his brother, tears now streaming down his face. The fear of losing his brother was greater than ever before. This whole year he was dreading this day, and now its here. No matter what he did, he still couldn't save Dean from Hell.

Ding…Ding..Ding

All of a sudden they heard growling coming from an invisible beast behind them. Sam could feel his heart rate increasing and he looked at his brother once more before he heard him speak with fear.

"Hell Hounds.."

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Sam awoke with a jolt, his eyes widening as he stared up at the ceiling. His heart was beating fast with the fear that he had felt in the dream. Sam lifted his hand from underneath the sheet and felt the wetness that stuck to his face. He had been crying in his sleep, crying for Dean.

He sat up against the headboard and took a deep breath to calm himself. His eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to figure out his dream. Dean was his brother? Even though it wasn't mentioned in his dream, it sure did feel like they were more than just cousins. They had to be brothers. It just didn't make any sense at all.

Dean was going to Hell? How was any of this even possible? 'Am I starting to have the dreams now?' Sam thought to himself as he continued to contemplate the situation. He shook his head and rubbed the palm of his hand across his face.

He couldn't get the image out of his head, the fear in Dean's eyes when they heard the growling beast from behind them. It was too much for Sam to bear even as he was awake.

He sighed, and that's when he took notice of the form laying next to him stir.

"Sam..? Is everything alright..?"

"Yeah, Jess. Everything is just fine." He smiled down at her and lied back down. "Just a dream is all."

She kissed him quickly on the cheek before wrapping an arm across his chest and falling back asleep.

Sam continued to just lay there, staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes. 'Yeah, just a dream…' The rational side of his brain kept telling him that that was all it was. Just a dream that stemmed up from what him and Dean had been talking about the other day. Yet even though he repeatedly told himself that that made much more sense to him, he couldn't help but to question it. The dream…no, nightmare, felt more real than anything he dreamed of before.

Sam sighed and finally closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Dean stood in front of the coffee maker, pouring himself a cup when a voice behind him nearly startled him.

"Hey, Dean-o!"

Dean jumped, nearly spilling the liquid on his hand; yet cringed when he recognized the voice. He turned around.

"Oh, Zachariah, its just you."

"A little jumpy today are we?"

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, maybe a little."

Zachariah smiled. "So, I was wondering if you had that feedback report finished."

"Oh! Right, yes its done. Its in my office." Dean stepped passed his superior and lead the way to his office. The elder man followed silently.

Once they entered the room, Dean stepped behind his desk. He set his mug down and began digging though his bag.

"Here ya go." Zachariah smiled once the report was finally in his hands.

"Have you chosen who would be best for the open position?" He asked.

Dean hesitated for a second. He had taken quite a lot of time thinking it all over before finally deciding. It was a hard decision, but he was fairly pleased at the outcome. He really didn't want to feel like he was favoring Jimmy Novak already, but he was about the highest qualified candidate out of the three. Jimmy's resime was nearly perfect so it was no wonder why he was chosen in the end.

"Uhm, yes, I did. Its all in there." Dean indicated to the report.

"Alright, I will be back tomorrow with a schedule for the new employee." Zachariah smiled then turned to head out of the office.

Just as the door was closed behind him, Dean's telephone ran, nearly startling him. 'Man, maybe I am jumpy today..' He reached over, picking the phone off of the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Dean?"

"Sam? He man, what's up?" Dean asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Uhm…Well, I don't know how to say this, but."

"C'mon man, just spit it out."

"Look, can I come up to your office?" Sam's voice sounded rather urgent and it concerned Dean.

"Uh, yeah sure. What is this about anyways?"

Sam sighed on the other end of the line. "Dean, I think it has something to do with the dreams you have been having." There was a pause before Sam spoke again. "..I think I'm starting to have them too…"

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A/N: Sooooo, what do you guys think? please please review! i appreciate all the reviews that i get from you guys :3