Title: Trench Coats, Cowboy Boots, Grey Eyes And… A Feeling
Disclaimer: All things Supernatural, unfortunately, do not belong to me. Nor does Castiel.*Sad face*
The story and ideas behind it, however, are all mine own.
Rating: T
-Mild Violence
-Cussing
-Slight Suggestive Themes
Recap: Last chapter the boys and Castiel visited a… club. In New York city. Aaand Castiel dressed up all sexy, looking for his girl. Yay! But… They all had scary déjà vous meetings. And Castiel… Ahh, poor Castiel got mauled by a woman. No Soul Mate in New York Dean. Surprise, surprise...
Sam and Dean came rushing to the Impala. They banged on the window, faces worried.
"Cas? Open up! What's wrong?"
I unlocked the doors, pressing into a corner of the car.
"Get in, quick! Close the doors!" I pulled the boys in, re-locking the doors.
Sam looked around wildly, Dean scrambling for the emergency kit-Winchester Style-in the glove box.
"What was it Cas? Witch? Hex bag? Ghoul? Ghost? What do I need?" He turned to me. "Cas! Talk! What was it?"
Now that the boys were here, I realized my actions were a bit… Over the top. No need to have panicked so. I gulped, feeling rushing heat in my face. The boys were going to be mad.
"Um, well… It's not-that-kind of emergency Dean…"
He stopped scrambling, and Sam relaxed slowly.
Sam asked gently, "What kind of emergency Cas? What happened?"
I flushed again, and the words rushed out of my mouth; "''mhidingfromher ."
The boys looked at each other. They mouthed words, trying to figure out my convoluted sentence.
At the same moment, they looked to each other, eyes widening. Their mouths floundered open, and they began to laugh hysterically. I felt my mouth setting in a hard line.
"This. Is. Not. Amusing."
Both stopped abruptly, hearing the barely restrained worry and violence in my voice.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon Cas. You gotta admit, it's kinda funny." He grinned. "Cas plus whore plus déjà vous equals a good laugh. Right Cas?"
I glared at them, my voice and face hard as I replied, "Drive, Dean."
Both the boys chuckled, and climbed into their respective seats. I crawled to the back seat; looking out the rear window, I saw something moving around the car. It was shadowed, and moving swiftly to my door.
My eyes widened, and I felt my scalp tingling. There was something not good out there.
"Dean!" I exclaimed. "Hit the gas!"
Dean jumped at my shout, and the car shot backward.
Sam yelled at Dean to stop; I yelled at him to go forward; Dean just yelled.
Then we heard it.
BUMP CRACK
Sam whispered, "Oh. My. God." At the same time Dean hoarsely said, "My car." The boys looked to one another, blanching.
I said in a shaky voice, "I'll see who it was. Help them, if I am able."
The boys barely nodded, too shocked to do anything else.
I slid out of the car, going cautiously to the rear of the Impala. I peeked around the trunk, looking to see who we hit and what condition they are in.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no-Bobbed blond hair, tangled and falling over.
Mud streaked skin tight, red dress.
And twitching too white limbs.
A strangled noise escaped my mouth.
I whirled, getting into the Impala in record time. The boys jumped as I slammed the door.
"Who was it? Are they o.k.?" Sam exclaimed as Dean trembled out, "My car. I. My. Car. Alright?"
I shook my head quickly, stammering out, "D-drive! J-just drive!"
The car was silent for once.
But every now and then a giggle or chuckle would escape from the front seats. I would glare into the rear view mirror, and it would stop abruptly.
I sighed, pulling my trench coat closer. I had changed as soon as the car started moving; I would not be subjected to that any longer. Sam had made a 'puppy face', begging me to keep it on.
No longer.
Now Sam was tapping away at his computer device, pointedly ignoring me. Then Dean kept making comments about Gem; which, of course, brought up the subject of… Meg. I shudder to even think either of their names. One look from me, and Dean couldn't speak. I must admit, I was a bit smug about it; quiet Castiel, silencing Dean Winchester. I smiled, a slight up-turn of the lips; Dean glared and mouthed profanities. But, he could still laugh. And did so often.
And that was how the Winchester Impala was silent, save for a few errant laughs.
I decided to try and sleep: the club had taken my night, and the past few hours of driving I have been ridiculed, interrogated, and fearful of sleep.
I'm afraid to sleep. I know of nightmares; I fear I will have one if I close my eyes.
I shuddered. Seeing Gem once was enough; I didn't wish to see her ever again.
But I couldn't hold of slumber any longer.
I felt my eyelids flutter close, and my conscious drifted away.
I choked on the smell.
What was it? I could hardly breathe.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. The smell became stronger, suffocating.
I tried to relax; she had never smelled before, had any noticeable scent. But she was holding me close, as usual.
But her hold was… too strong. Too insistent. It hurt.
I tried to pull back a little to see her. See if she was hurt or worried; why would she be so different?
She didn't relax her hold, no matter how hard I pulled. I whirled in her hold, turning to face her.
Blond bobbed hair brushed my face. Glinting eyes met mine.
Too-red lips descended on mine.
I sat up, screaming. Gasping, I tried to calm myself.
Justadreamjustadream…I heard a soft rustling, and whirled toward it.
I held my breath; it was her. The real her. The shadowed figure. Her cloak was rustling; moving up and down.
She was shaking… With… Laughter?
I frowned. What was amusing to her?
Then I cracked a grin; surely it must have been me and my antics.
I had made her laugh! Me!I hurried over to her, wanting to be as close to her as possible after what has happened.
I sighed as her warmth enveloped me. Wrapping my arms around her, I snuggled as close as I could. She returned the embrace for only a moment before stepping back.
I looked at her, confused and worried; did she not want my touch anymore? Have I offended her? Did my club 'experience' make me unclean?
I reached out to her again, and she gently pried my hands away. She took a step back, and motioned to the landscape around us.
That was when I finally noticed where we were: Rolling fields of golden wheat surrounded us. It was gently swaying with the non-existent breeze. The sky was a pure blue; all I could see was gold and blue, gold and blue…
Then it began to fade. I panicked, fearing my dream was over far too soon again.
She chuckled (I always feel her emotions and sounds rather than see or hear them; quite fascinating when I first discovered this happening.) and grabbed my hand.
The scenery seemed to bleed out, leaving only white. White nothingness.
I pulled her closer, worried what might be in this place. It seemed harmless, but after all the years with Sam and Dean? I never took any chances. Even within my dreams.
As I scanned around, looking for anything, she tugged on my hand. I turned to her, and she pointed to the ground. I looked down, and knitted my brows in confusion.
We were standing on a black dot. Then the dot began to move. Very slowly, it went to the right, then left. AS it moved, lines bled out of it; red lines, blue lines, orange lines. They continued to grow, and twist, moving all around us. The black dot continued to move slowly along a red line. I watched, dumbfounded.
What could it possibly mean…?I looked to my shadowed woman for answers. She merely shook her head and pointed again.
I looked back to the lines, and jumped.
It was a map; a detailed road map, spanning a huge amount of space. I recognized it from Sam's musings on where we were to go. I recognized the states, the rivers, and some of the roads. There was a star on NYC, NY. I quickly looked away; never again would I ever go there, not even look at it. Too many horrible thoughts.
She 'giggled'; watching as I was taking everything in. She pointed to the black dot again. I watched it move along. Intrigued, I moved closer to it. Kneeling on the map, I leaned in close to the dot.
The red line was a highway; I remembered passing the sign for it. The 'dot' was actually the Impala; a miniature toy car Impala, driving down the road. Leaning closer still, I looked inside the car, and laughed aloud.
A little doll Dean was driving the car, a bored expression on his tiny face. A diminutive Sam was tapping away at his minuscule laptop. In the back seat, a trench-coated figure slept. ACDC was blaring out, a tinny sound.
I looked up to her, laughing and grinning. She 'smiled', and took a deep bow. Walking over to me, she gave me a gentle push.
Confused, I looked back up at her. She shakes her head, points, and pushes me again.
I looked to where she pointed and the direction she pushed me in.
I groaned, looking up at her and asking apprehensively, "South again?"
She 'giggled' and nodded, giving me another gentle shove.
I sighed. Well, at least I knew which way to start driving again.
I stood, wrapping her up again in me. I sighed contently, settling into her familiar, stunning warmth.
I pulled back slightly, and squinted into the hood of her cloak. I wanted to try to see past her shadows, wishing to truly see her.
She 'smiled'. Shadowed hands reached up to her hood and-
"Cas! Cas! CAS! Wake up!"
I jolted awake to Sam shoving at me. I rumble, and said sharply, "Sam! I. Am. Awake." He paused in his pushing and appraised me.
He smirked and asked playfully, "Oh Cas! Did I wake you up from a 'good' dream?"
I thought of her warmth, her feelings, her-I shook my head, and mumbled, "You have no idea…"
Dean looked at me in the rear view mirror and chuckled. "Alright wonder boy, where to? I've been driving this same highway in New York for hours, waiting for you and your Angel Tricks to give me a direction. See anything in your 'special' dream?" He grinned at me.
Her smile was so much prettier…
I pulled at my hair, trying to focus on the boys.
"Right, I apologize Dean. I have another Direction. South." Both the boys looked at me, then each other, brows raised.
Dean shook his head, and turned the car around. "Whatever you say Cas." He began to grin, no doubt thinking of all the shenanigans he could pull again.
Sam frowned a bit. "South? Hmmm… I think I can make this work." He turned back to tapping away at his computer.
I was instantly suspicious; you have to be when one of them has a plan in mind.
"Sam-" I began, wanting to rid him of any ridiculous notions right away.
"Cas," he interrupted, ignoring me completely. "What would you say is a good trait in a woman?"
I paused, and floundered for an answer.
"I… Well, I… I don't really….know Sam. Why?"
He glanced up at me, smirking at me. "Ohhh, nothing!" he sang. "Sooo who is you role model?"
"…Sam-"
"What is your favorite type of music?"
"Sam, please-"
"What is your idea of a perfect day?"
The questions went on and on. He would ask, I'd stare, he'd hum, he'd tap away, and start all over.
I was beginning to become very nervous.
Again.
Author's Note: FINALLY! I got this chapter to you all! My GOODNESS I apologize guys! Life has been pretty insane lately and I'm the slowest typer EVER, so just getting this little chapter out has take FOREVER! Thanks for sticking around though guys, and not pestering me! I'll start on the next chapter tomorrow, and have it to you ASAP!
Still looking for a Beta, if anyone is interested. :)
Oh, and guys, let me know if I do too much talking. Honestly, you can say, 'We don't care; less TALKING, more WRITING!' Not sure how much involvement ya guys want from me. :)
Oh, and the three women who were referred to in the last chapter, that I thought every one would get but no one did? Phoenix was Ruby ("RUBY red lips?"), Lindsay was Lilith, or Lilly ("CHILD-like" stuff?), and Gem was Meg. (O.k., really? Must I point this one out?)
And you may be wondering about why Gem is the victim in the beginning; my only available revenge on Meg. C'mon guys, you all are reading a Castiel FanFic; not one of you should like her. I SO do NOT approve of her being all over Castiel. Not. One. Bit.
Well well well. A nice 'lil chapter. As we all know from Supernatural, Karma's a bit-jerk. Castiel's dream sequence; a personal favorite of mine! Aaand they are going... SOUTH again! (Yay!) What will happen next? And Sam is playing twenty questions again! Why? WE'll just have to see, won't we?
Recommendations:
Song- 'Cell Block Tango' from 'Chicago
Book- 'The Divine Comedy' by Dante Alighieri
Film - Watch a re-run of the Royal Wedding! I insist! ;D
