Chapter 10:
Tess grabbed her purse from the table. John was already dressed in his coat and standing by the door, 'Ok little man let's go see Uncle Bobby.' She grabbed the bag with her diaries in and headed to their car.
Starting the engine she smiled as the radio turned on to a classic rock station and Boston began to play. 'You ok?' She turned to look at her son. His eyes were just like Dean's in their depth and the long beautiful long eyelashes.
John said yes they pulled out of the driveway and headed out of town.
'Ok Sam we have to go home.' He began throwing clothes into his bag, 'Come on dude.'
'Look calm down Dean we need to think. Do you really think something is wrong? I mean why couldn't he just of been lying?'
Clenching a shirt tightly in his hand Dean struggled for a moment before answering, 'Well I dunno. I mean he was scared but I'm sure that something has happened and I'm not prepared to just sit around.'
'Ok well you need to calm down first maybe we get something to eat and then we can go ok? We are booked in till this evening so let's just calm down.'
Dean took a deep breath in and then let it out, 'Ok well I am hungry and you are right let's go get some breakfast.' He headed to the door with Sam following closely behind.
Dean had stuffed himself with food and had drunk three cups of coffee before they left the diner.
Sam had fallen asleep and his gentle snoring was driving Dean mad. He thumped his pillow in irritation as he endeared to close his eyes and fall asleep. It was no good the adrenalin and caffeine kept his eyes from closing.
Sighing he folded his arms behind his head and began to count some sheep. 'God.'
He turned onto his side and was about to contemplate throwing a pillow at Sam to stop him snoring when he heard the sound of wings beating. Turning his head slightly towards the sound he jumped and reached for his gun at the sudden startling vision of a man sitting on the end of his bed. 'Who the hell are you?'
He pointed the gun at the man's head as he dragged himself from the covers and moved around to face the man who was sitting on the end of his bed. The cover wrapped around his ankle slowing him down so he kicked the static material away from him.
The man stared at him. He obviously wasn't concerned with the lack of privacy or the fact that well he'd turned up and sat on another man's bed. Dean was wondering how the hell he'd gotten into their room without him hearing but through Sam's snoring he wouldn't have been so surprised not hearing the door open. Feeling blue eyes staring deeply into Dean's own, 'Dean do not fear I am an angel of the lord.'
'What the fu..' The words didn't even come out, 'Angel of the lord? I've definitely drunk too much coffee.' He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
'No Dean you are not hallucinating. My name is Castiel and I am an angel of the lord.'
Dean frowned, 'Ok see I know for a fact that I didn't get hit on the head today so it's definitely not a mental issue at least one that has not been diagnosed.' He rubbed his face again and stared at the man in front of him.
He had piercing blue eyes and an almost unearthly presence. 'Dean do not fear. I am here to aid you on a task.'
'A task? What is this "The Christmas Carol" and you're an angel who is going to go all Dickensian on me just because you're an angel straight from his heavenly cloud?'
Castiel sort of smirked, 'Well you could look at it like if you wish but it is of the upmost importance that you listen to me.'
Dean sighed. 'I know you are a little...' he paused, 'sceptical but your wife believes enough for the both of you. I hope that you can just take a little bit of that and let me show you what you need to see in order to move on.'
'Move on from what?' Dean looked over towards Sam. His brother was still asleep his arm stuffed under his pillow and his hair across his eyes.
Castiel's gaze followed his own, 'Do not worry about Sam. He is asleep he will not hear this exchange.' He stepped towards Dean, 'Your wife knows all about what will happen here. You will be taken to three different periods of your relationship.'
Dean ran a hand through his hair. He was seriously confused and now worried, 'Ok I'm just going to have to go along with all of this because to be honest dude I'm not following a word you are saying.' Zipping up his jeans he took a deep breath. This was one hell of a weird thing but hey he'd experienced a lot of weird things before so he'd just have to take it as it came. Shaking his head he muttered to himself, "Angels."
Castiel bowed his head slightly, 'As you wish.' He gently touched Dean's forehead.