the last chapter for now and yes I know it is very short. This one is a little different as there are no dreams in it. It is set around season 10 episode 16 "Paint it Black".
Hope you like it.
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On the journey to the case he had found Dean reflected on how he had for the first time in years actually been enjoying his dreams. All of them over the last few days had been just him and Cas relaxing and having a laugh together. As well as the slightly irritating hints dream Cas dropped about finding his road. But at least he wasn't killing anyone in them so that was a vast improvement. He had even stopped drinking so much so he could remember them and had started actually getting a decent number of hours sleep.
His waking life was still shit. The Mark constantly there burning under his skin and he and Sam were nowhere near finding a cure. But he had found that when it got too bad if he closed his eyes and remembered one of his recent good dreams it helped him to fight the feeling. It brought him a sense of peace.
Sam on the other hand was getting more and more worried about Dean. Yes he had cut down on his alcohol intake, but now it seemed like every free minute he had he was sleeping. Sam couldn't see how Dean's dreams would be pleasant and therefore when Dean awoke refreshed and somewhat peaceful from his slumber he was afraid of what the Mark was doing to his brothers subconscious. He had tried to talk to Dean about it but he just brushed him off. He didn't know what to do.
By the end of the case Dean was tried. The dreams that had made him feel so at peace in the bunker had deserted him on the road. The Mark was once again a tingling reminder on his arm and the weight of the burden he carried was heavy on his shoulders. It was for that reason that when he went to confession to trick the ghost into coming after him he said so much more than he had planned. He had hoped that speaking in the house of God would help him find his peace once more. But it didn't work that way. So as he drove back to the bunker all he could think was that he hoped the dreams returned once he got home cos if they didn't he was fast approaching disbelief in his theory that Cas was the key to it all. That they would ever find a cure.
Sam was getting worried. He had noticed during this case that Dean was different than he was at the bunker, though his refusal to talk hadn't changed. He no longer woke up relaxed and he had started drinking more heavily. They had just finished a case with a ghost in a church, during the course of which Dean had gone to confession. Not that he would speak to Sam about that either. But there might be one person he would talk to. With that thought Sam pulled out his phone to call Castiel and ask him to meet them back at the bunker. If anyone could get Dean to talk it would be his angel.