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Dean had started to become a bit of an expert at avoiding his dreams. He had noticed that when Sam was with him or when he drank they didn't come. So over the next few days he tried to make sure that one or the other of these two situations came to fruition.
Gabriel was getting completely frustrated with the man. He hadn't been able to make any headway cos of Dean's avoidance tactics. He'd had enough. With that thought he entered the motel room the boys had rented. Maybe if Sam found out about Dean's dreams it would be a good thing. He was the smartest of the brothers. No doubt he would be able to work it out and then Gabriel's work here would finally be done.
Dean was standing in a dark room he didn't recognise. Where the hell was he? When suddenly he was attacked by something. No it was a someone he realised when he fought back. A second later he realised who that someone was.
"Sam?" He whispered to his brother.
"Dean?" Sam replied in shock, letting go of his brother and going to turn on the light.
It was then everything became a bit freaky in Dean's opinion. Cos the brother looking back at him was the one he collected from Stanford. Really what the hell?
Sam was talking not that Dean was listening when an extremely pretty blonde came through from the bedroom. It was Jess. Dean remembered meeting her, and he remembered the guilt he had felt at her death. Though why he was reliving this now was a mystery to him. He had done so much worse since then. Looking down at her Dean sees her top. It makes him smile.
"I really do like the smurfs." he said. Suddenly there was no picture on Jess top instead Dean could now hear to bickering voices from behind him. Turning he saw Cas and Crowley. Dressed as smurfs and completely blue. Seriously could his mind get any freaking weirder?
Crowley and Cas suddenly noticed him looking at them and Crowley rushed to speak.
"Squirrel you need to settle this. I am your bestie right? Not kitten." he whined.
"No." Dean replied effetely.
"But I taught you how to use your powers. And I have pom-poms. I'm your cheering squad bestie." Crowley said in mock outrage holding up the pom-poms that where suddenly in his hand.
The sight of a blue Crowley dressed as a cheerleader was enough to make Dean shudder. It was an image he never wanted in his head again.
"That may be true but I was the one who pulled him from hell. I'm his best friend." Cas interjected smugly crossing his arms.
"No you're not, you abandoned him." Crowley yelled back.
Dean was fed up with this. With that he shouted "shut up." To the two beings before turning back to Jess and Sam. Suddenly he looked down at his hand to see the first blade once again there. No he thought as in the back ground he heard and saw Crowley start to spell out the words mark of Cain as a cheerleader would.
"Wow he's pretty good isn't he?" Jess said smiling up at Sam who smile down at her and agreed.
It was the smile on Sam's face that made him snap. Without thought he slashed the first blade at Jess killing her instantly.
Sam rounded on him. "How dare you. She's dead now and it's all because of you." He screamed at Dean advancing on him.
"Don't worry Sammy, you'll see her in a minute." Dean replied and with that he slashed his brother's throat.
Crowley was jumping up and down shouting "go Dean go" while he killed Jess and Sam. Dean found it rather grating. With that he turned and gutted the demon growling "I told you to shut up" as he did so.
Then it was just him and Cas left. Looking over at the angel he saw that he was no longer blue but back to his normal self, dressed in his old trench coat and blue tie. He felt the grip of the mark of Cain loosen its hold on him and he knew that Cas was safe. He wasn't going to kill him this time.
Cas tilted his head and looked him up and down before he spoke.
"You disappoint me Dean. I thought you were better than this but it seems I was wrong. You are not worthy of my friendship. You are not the righteous man." Cas said staring into Deans eyes.
He then raised his hand towards Dean's head, his palm starting to glow as if he was going to smite him. Dean reacted instantly he cut of Cas' hand and then slashed back with the first blade across his torso. Cas fell to the ground in a show of light and once it had gone Dean looked down and saw a pair of wings etched around Cas' dead body.
Dean's eyes shot open, he was covered in sweat and shaking, finding it hard to breath. Something about this dream panicked him more than any of the others, though he refused to think what right then. He could get any air into his lungs and he couldn't move. What was going on? What was happening to him? Why was his mind doing this to him?
Suddenly the light was turned on and Sam was there at his side.
"Dean? What's wrong?" Sam asked in a panicked voice. He had never seen his brother like this.
"I'm fine." Dean managed to force out through his closed throat. With that he pulled himself up to sit on the side of his bed as he took more breaths and his heart rate started to return to normal.
"You're not fine Dean. What's going on?" Sam asked from where he was crouched by Dean's side.
"Just…bad…dream." Dean replied concentrating on his breathing and trying really hard not to remember it.
"Dean please…" Sam started but Dean pushed him away and stood, walking towards the bathroom.
"Leave it Sam." He said over his shoulder before he shut the door.
Once alone Dean turned to splash water over his face. His eyes then raised to look at himself in the mirror. Looking at his reflection Cas' words from his dream came back to him.
"You disappoint me Dean. I thought you were better than this but it seems I was wrong. You are not worthy of my friendship. You are not the righteous man."
He was right. The Cas in his head was right. Because what had scared him so much about this dream wasn't that he had killed everyone in it but because when he had killed Cas he hadn't felt the power of the mark of Cain on him. He had done it because he had wanted to.
Gabriel stepped out of the dream once Dean had killed Castiel. He wasn't sure what to make of it. Yes he was trying to find Deans painful memories, though it seemed he had gone too far into the past. But what Castiel had said. That was new. He would have to investigate this. If Dean truly believed what his dream Cas had said then this was going to be a lot harder than he had first thought. With that he went and sat down next to Dean's bed waiting for him to return. No time like the present to find out what was really going on in Dean-o's head.