I'm Baaaaack!

I wake up feeling a lot better.

It appears to be getting dark; I must have slept through the rest of the day.

I head downstairs and find Bobby in almost the exact same position as before.

He looks up as I walk in.

"Hello Castiel, did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you."

"It is no problem at all, you hungry?"

I was hoping he would say that.

"Yes, very."

"Thought you might be. How do you feel about grilled cheese?"

"That would be great."

"Alright, you grab some plates, they are in the cupboard over the sink. I will make some grilled cheese and we will talk."

I did as I was told and next thing I know, I am biting into the best grilled cheese I have ever had.

"Um, Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Not to be rude, but we did you help me?"

Bobby puts down his sandwich and looks straight at me.

"Because, for one, Dean is an idgit and two, I know what is happening to you."

"What?"

He sighs. "It took some research, but I confirmed it. This same thing happened to me when I was your age. It happens to every 7 out of 10 telepaths."

Oh man, this is taking forever "What is going on?"

"Your powers are developing."

"Developing?"

"It means your powers are getting stronger."

Oh crap. Why does that sound bad?

"What do you mean by getting stronger?"

"It is hard to explain. I don't know exactly what you will be able to do, but soon, everything will stop, and you will be able to do something you couldn't before."

Oh. "What could you do?"

"Well, this one is common, I could read peoples minds from anywhere. And I mean anywhere."

"Wow."

"Yes, wow. But don't worry. Just get some more rest."

"One more question."

"Yes?"

"Do you know why Dean seemed so afraid of me?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Why?"

"Because Dean has a secret of his own."

"What?"

"That is for Dean to tell you, not me. Now go try and get some more sleep."

"Okay. Thank you Bobby, Good night."

"Good night Castiel."

Sleep Well

It is way later that night and I am wide awake.

I can't sleep for more than one reason.

One, what will I be able to do when this is all over?

Two, when will this all be over?

Three, what will I do if this isn't over in time for the play?

Four, how will I handle Dean the next time I see him?

And five, what is Dean's secret?

I can't stop thinking about this.

On a good note, Bobby is awesome.

And makes a hell of a grilled cheese sandwich.

Bobby wakes me up the next morning.

The weird part is, I don't even remember falling asleep.

That part of the morning passes in a haze.

All I remember is eating something, then getting into an old beat up pick-up truck and getting drove to school by Bobby.

I get there just in time for rehearsal.

I say goodbye to Bobby, thank him once again and promise to keep him updated on my situation.

As I walk into the auditorium, Dean is on the stage running lines.

I quickly look down and head in back once again for costume fittings.

I am being measured when the lady doing it has to take a phone call.

I am just standing there when a voice I was hoping not to hear comes from behind me.

"Hey Cas."

I turn around slowly and come face to face with Dean.

"Oh, hello Dean."

"Look Cas-"

I hold up a hand. "Dean, I am not interested in your apologies. Nothing you say can make up for how hurt I am."

I can see regret in Deans eyes. And know he wishes there was something. Then he asks me a question that I was hoping he wouldn't.

"Are you really doing this for me?"

I look him straight in the eyes and have a brave moment. "Yes, I am."

That shook him some. He looks away and suddenly find his feet very interesting.

"So there is nothing I can do?"

I think it over. "You can start by answering a question."

His head shoots up. "Yes, anything."

I take a deep breath and take a chance. "You have a power too, don't you?"

Dean looks at me, like he is trying to find out if I am serious or not. I give him the most serious look I can. Finally he decides I'm not joking and answers my question.

"Yes."