Lightmare Logic

"Let's see your nightmares, sweetheart."

Hibah narrowed her eyes as she struggled with the djinn. Its tattooed hand was heading towards her forehead and she struggled to resist. She gritted her teeth and pushed back. Her eyes glittered with the power of her angel and goddess.

At the last moment Dean moved in to help and at the precise moment the djinn touched her on her forehead. Hibah's spare hand moved to grip Dean on the wrist in reaction as she resisted the mind pull the djinn was doing. It was painful and she couldn't help but let her eyes flare full out as she pushed back.

The djinn thought that he was getting a treat until he saw it. He started to gasp and stutter. He saw wings and something else. It distracted him long enough for Hibah and Dean to get the upper hand. Hibah had her blood up and flipped the djinn over and used her sais to pin him to the floor. "They may not be dipped in lamb's blood, but they hurt like a bitch."

"You think I'm the only one? He made more of us. To hunt you. Except for the one that hunts him. The earthbound angel."

Hibah growled at that. Just as Dean grabbed the bookend, she raised her fist and plunged it into the chest cavity while Dean bashed its head in. Hibah growled and pulled out the heart and held it. Sitting straddled on the djinn, she held it up and said, "You have been judged."

Dean blinked as he saw the heart go up in black flames. Literal black flames. When there was nothing but ash, he said, "Wow. Remind me never to piss you off, Ninja."

Hibah took a breath and looked at the man who helped raise her. "All hearts are judged, Amitz. Even a creature can receive the Field of Reeds. But him…" She glanced at the djinn and then at Dean. "Let's just say that there are tainted creatures that are as dark as the darkest of human hearts.

Dean looked at the downed djinn, the bloody hole in its chest. He watched Hibah stand up and yank her choice of weapon out of the blood and swipe them to get the blood off. "You have a weird taste in weapons like Angie," he commented.

"Ima always said that the weapon chooses you."

Dean rolled his eyes slightly at that, "I highly doubt she said that."

"She taught Abba alchemy magic and you herbs and medicine." Hibah gave a pointed look at Dean. "I'll take care of the body. We don't need the civilian to freak out and I don't feel like explaining that." She gestured at the wall where there was an outline that even Dean thought was weird.

It wasn't until they were back at the bunker that Dean sought out the first kid his brother and sister-in-law raised. She had finished seeing to Maggie and the two were chatting like two teenage girls, laughing. He watched the girl that he remembered most as a nine year old and how she used to look at him with unconditional love. Now… He did see her as an adult but still…

He left to go think and went to a favorite spot to think outside the bunker. He wanted to laugh at the irony that he was standing in the herb garden that Angela had been growing since they moved into the bunker about five or so years ago and Hibah pointed out that he knew more about it than anyone else. He shook his head in bemusement.

"Ima thought you would be best at this."

"Well, she was right. Done my fair share of patching up and pulling a rabbit out of the hat when things were tough," Dean replied.

"She wanted to give you something that wasn't tied in death, but life." Hibah looked at the man that she loved like the uncle he was.

"And Sam?"

"Helping her mate see his potential. And the good that her brother has despite what he's done."

Dean turned to look at Hibah. He knew that she was half angel and half goddess. The three months he, Sam and Angela spent on 'the run' to keep her safe from the full blooded gods and any angels that wanted to kill her, proved that. He was in the dark about her god abilities, but he knew she had angel grace and was able to do some of that angel stuff.

There was one ability he was aware of. He knew that Hibah had the ability to read the hearts of men. He knew she must have seen something when she grabbed him. It only took one touch like that supercharged djinn. He asked, "And what do you see, Ninja?"

Hibah looked at Dean with a solemn expression. She knew what he was asking and she didn't want to say anything but when it was asked… "I saw… a man haunted by the choices he made. Many made for the good of others at the risk of his soul. Plagued by guilt for deciding on things that he knew the outcome would be shitty. A lost and broken soul."

Dean looked downward and sighed. That he knew. It was different to have it confirmed by a goddess who could see.

"And a good man."

Dean looked up. Hibah had taken a couple of steps closer and was standing toe to toe with him. It was almost comical since she was short and yet Dean felt like a proud parent. He could see the characteristics of her father in her and the grace and refinement from both her mothers. "Still hero worshipping me?"

"Honest truth."

"Sam says that."

"And they are the truth. More power in that."

Dean hummed a bit. He then looked at the girl and said, "I saw your worst nightmare."

"Hard not to when I practically forced that connection."

Dean peered at the girl, "And yet you did it. Why?"

"You know, Amitz," Hibah replied in a solemn tone. "My greatest fear is seeing you, Abba, Ima, Jack… everyone at the bunker… humanity… all dead. Michael's vision of coming true."

"But how could you see that?"

"Because you housed Michael." Hibah stared hard on at Dean. "I fear Michael's vision of this world and what happened in the other world. The emptiness… it's terrifying. And for a being that can practically live forever…"

Dean pulled Hibah into a hug. There was nothing else he could do. He felt her arms slowly reach up and curl around his body to return it. He remembered when she used to hug him for no other reason than just because. It was like when he had to take care of Angela when she was four years old. He felt her love for him in that hug and it was… humbling.

He always used to complain at how easily Angela forgave and gave her love out. It wasn't until later that he understood the power of unconditional love and what it truly meant. He saw it every day when Angela would smile at him and serve him her cobbler even though it wasn't pie. When Jess just squealed like it was the best thing in the world when he walked in.

"Abba is right you know."

Dean broke the hug. "What about?"

"That you'll find Michael." Hibah stepped back and looked at Dean with a wide eyed expression. "That you'll find him and end him."

Dean shook his head. He wanted to believe that. He tried for Sam's sake since he knew his brother was functioning on three hour nights and being father to his daughter. He got even less when he expressed an urge to be with his mate. He turned to look up at the night sky. He could see the stars.

"A nightmare is as real as you make it, Amitz."

Dean shifted to look at Hibah. She was looking at him much like Angela would when she was trying to say something important and she wasn't sure how to get the point across. He looked at her and asked, "How much did you see, Ninja?"

"I see hearts, Amitz," she replied. "I see them and I see yours. You keep putting yourself down and it hurts Ima. She sees you as I do. The nightmare comes true if you lose all hope." She paused and shook her head slightly, "Please don't lose it."

Normally, Dean would have deflected, but he knew better than to deflect with a being that could see into your soul. Hibah struck at his core. She knew how he felt about the fact that Michael did what he did while riding his meat. He was sure Angela knew too which was why she fussed over him like the female alpha of, and he had to think it, a pack, or coven, or whatever.

Hibah was just reminding him. Not to torture him like blackmail, but to plead to remember what she knew. And what he remembered. He remembered when he had to help Angela put herself back together when she nearly destroyed a town trying to kill Crowley for what he did to Sam. The three states she was in, particularly hope. Remember that, he nodded. "I hear you kiddo."

Hibah was quiet for a moment before she added, "Everything will happen in its own time." Her eyes flickered and flared, "The protector will rise again with the warriors by her side. All will be righted."

Dean blinked as he listened to Hibah's words. He knew she was predicting again. He had heard it before and knew what to look for. She wasn't saying it for his benefit. Something was coming and it would need him, Sam and Angela. And maybe the others that they brought with them. Sam would keep saying it and he did have a goal every time he looked at his niece.

Hibah blinked and shook her head. Dean knew that she never really remembered what she said when she had a vision. The best thing was to let it go unless she asked. She looked around and frowned and then looked at him asking, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Dean answered. He frowned as usual and started walking back towards the bunker. "Come on. I know Angie has cobbler and ice cream hidden."

"Sounds good," Hibah agreed, going with Dean's suggestion. She smiled as Dean pulled her into a side hug. "Though I think we should leave some for Uncle Cas and Jack."

"I'm never gonna get used to hearing Cas being referred to like that."

"Dad was his brother."

"I know." Dean grumbled slightly before teasing, "And why Jack?"

"He's nice."

Dean grinned. This was going to be good. His little Ninja seemed to like Jack. It was enough to lessen the load he and Sam had to carry. "Oh, he's nice," he began.

A/N: Hibah and Dean take out the djinn and talk about the situation. Tag to Nightmare Logic...