When Angels Dream

This story is a big heart breaker, I almost feel bad. It's not like it's the first time I've done a story like this (Harry Potter fans would know with my Everything You Know story). This is seriously just like a make it up as I go story though, I have no real end idea which may or may not be a good thing.

Maybe the mood will change and get lighter. It does for this chapter, sorta, in some parts at least.

He walked across the wasteland, his eyes slowly moving around everything he passed, taking it all in. His hand twitched as if he had begun to try and grab at another hand. Momentary forgetfulness had struck before the realization of him being completely alone had rushed at him.

He truthfully wasn't completely alone. True, Dean and Sam had been killed by their own children and Cleo had gone missing once more a month ago but Alice was still around. Not that that mattered much really, she generally refused to interact with anyone. If she had been human, she would have been catatonic, responding to nothing and just sitting with a glazed over look. But she wasn't human, she was an Angel, a Principality, and therefor her days were spent with her hands curled in her hair as she lost the ability to hold back her power of empathy. Feeling everything from anyone for miles around. Feeling the pain and suffering, the guilt and sorrow. She had withdrawn into everyone else's suffering and he couldn't really blame her.

If he hadn't promised he'd keep fighting, he'd have done the same with his own pain.

He was quite glad that he was still an Archangel. At least he could block his emotions from Alice. It wasn't much but he knew it was one less person to feel from and she didn't need his pain on top of her own. Pain that was similar to her own personal feelings.

His foot connected with a rock as he moved along the vacant street. The rock flew a few feet then clattered to the ground, hitting an abandoned car. The sound, normally so small, echoed around him. And then another sound came, the sound of another set of footsteps. He halted, his eyes slowly lifting off the rock. She was behind him. Slowly, knowing he had little other options, he turned to face her. Blonde hair rested around her shoulders, pin straight without a single strand out of place. The old hunter's jacket, much too big for her, partially hid her pink shirt. Black jeans were tucked into knee high boots and a knife rested in a holster strapped to her thigh.

The same one she had dropped the last time he saw her which was nearly a year ago.

"Castiel." Her voice was different. It wasn't the monotone crap he had become used to hearing since Andres had gotten his way. Her voice held emotion...powerful but trapped emotion. He resisted the urge to go to her, to move any closer to her.

"What?" His voice sounded a lot harsher then he expected and he was surprised when she actually flinched. She stayed quiet, her eyes on the ground. "You're wearing your father's coat. You took it off his body after you killed him." Her hands lifted to grip at the arms of the coat. The old worn leather, stained from various experiences, remained sturdy and undamaged. "What do you want?"

"She's not doing well." Her voice had gotten quieter but still managed to reach across the space between them. "I don't know what's wrong...nothing works." He was confused, not sure what she was talking about. Why would she hunt him down after almost a year of avoiding him just to say that someone was in trouble?

"What do you want?" He demanded a solid answer and she knew it. They had spent so much time apart, much more apart then together, but they still knew each other. They were still attuned to each other and it probably was killing both of them slowly.

"She needs away." The pain in her voice caused his body to go against his mind and step toward her. "She can't stay...didn't change...not with me."

"Who are you talking about?" He was confused even more now. Not even with her on the other side of the fight was she ever able to lie to him but he still didn't understand.

"Please...can't help me...but please...help her." Eyes locked on eyes before he even realized he was standing right in front of her now. His own widened when he began to understand. "They'll kill her." Something appeared in her arms and his eyes slowly lowered...

Castiel opened his eyes and took in the room around him. The warm body pressed against his own shifted slightly and the hand holding his tightened somewhat. The Archangel blinked and looked down at Mary-Jo, fast asleep and looking peaceful for the first time in weeks. He used his free hand to brush aside some hair that had fallen in her face. He traced the curve of her neck with his finger and she wiggled slightly, groaning quietly in her sleep. He gently pulled his hand from hers and ran those fingers up her arm. Her arm twitched and she rolled over onto her stomach, tucking her arm under her body.

He should have been happy as he looked over her unharmed body. There were no physical wounds and for that he was thankful. However, the emotional and mental wounds ran deep and they were wounds he had no hope of healing with just a touch. Castiel drifted his hand along her back, following her spine. Grumbling, Mary-Jo turned her head so it faced him and opened her eyes.

"Alright already, I'm awake." She muttered. Castiel couldn't help but grin as she seemed more like herself at the moment then she had ever seemed anytime lately. "What time is it?"

"Early." Castiel said.

"Why'd you wake me up then?" Mary-Jo asked.

"I don't know." Castiel said, still drifting his hand over her back.

"Everything okay, Cas?" Mary-Jo asked. A slight frown crossed her face.

"I think..." Castiel started but paused. His hand stilled as his head tilted somewhat. His eyes rested on Mary-Jo's shoulder before slowly lifting to her eyes as she rolled over to face him better. "I think I know how to save you."

"Do you think anybody really slept last night?" Cleo asked, stretching on the bed as she watched Sam walk around the room. "Seems like it would be the sort of night where we'd all just...try to distract ourselves."

"So you're thinking everyone was having sex then." Sam said. Cleo shrugged slightly.

"Well...we did." She said. "And you know, with the way Alice was acting...Dean would have done whatever he could to distract her, make her feel even a bit better."

"Now I remember why it was Hell traveling without you." Sam said, smiling slightly. He moved back over to the bed and kissed Cleo softly. "Will I get an answer this time if I asked you to marry me again?" He couldn't help but grin at the baffled expression on her face. Catching her off guard was hard to do sometimes and he was willing to admit that he did enjoy it on the occasion.

"Are you serious?" Cleo asked, curiousity running all through her voice.

"Yeah." Sam said, laughing slightly. He looked down and took her hand. "I really am. I want to marry you, always have."

"Sam..." Cleo said. Sam's eyes lifted to hers, green catching blue and locking. There was a long silence as they just looked at each other. The witch took a deep breath then a smile formed on her face. "Yes."

"Yes?" Sam asked. Cleo laughed and nodded. She gave a slight yelp when she found herself lying back down on the bed but the yelp was blended into a moan as the hunter slash Angel to be moved on top of her and kissed her. His hand slid down her body and began reaching under the shirt she had put on only a few minutes earlier. Both of them let out frustrated groans when there was a knock on the conjoining door.

John was woken by Erin grumbling. He had tried to ignore it for a few minutes but it became so persistent that his mind just made him wake up to deal with it. He sat up in the bed, well aware that Erin was wide awake when he had fallen asleep, which made him wonder if she had slept at all or if she even needed sleep for that matter. It looked as if she hadn't moved at all either. She was still sitting on the couch, a notebook on her lap. He wondered vaguely if her neck was cramped up from the way she was sitting.

"What are you doing?" John asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Thinking." Erin answered.

"Well that solves all the mysteries in the world." John said, sarcastically. He waited but no retort came. Worried now, he climbed out of the bed and walked over to the couch. He looked at the notebook but all there was a jumble of point forms in some other language that he didn't understand. "Have you been at this all night?"

"Is it morning already?" Erin asked. John sat and sat down on the couch next to her. She paid him little attention as she frowned, glaring at the papers in front of her as if her own notes didn't make sense to her anymore then they did to him. John watched her face then his eyes slowly drifted. All of their wounds were almost completely healed up by now except, for some odd reason, the cut along Erin's neck. He wondered if it was still on his neck as well.

"If you've been sitting like that all night, your neck is gonna be sore." John said. Erin just made a soft noise in reply. John sighed and reached his hand over to rub her neck. She jumped at the contact and looked ready to say something until his hand moved, working out the kinks that had formed. She just groaned then, her eyes drifting shut on their own. John couldn't help the grin as his ego swelling just a bit. His hand slid to her far shoulder and his other hand took the closer one.

"What are you doing?" Erin asked.

"Moving us to a more comfortable position." John said, just before he gently forced Erin to twist around. Her back now to him, she lifted her legs to rest along the couch as she sat between his own. She let a moan as he rubbed her neck and shoulders. "Feel better?"

"Oh yeah." Erin said, sounding breathy. She unconsciously leaned back against him. "Should just stay here and do this all day."

"What am I, you're personal massage boy?" John asked.

"Uh huh." Erin said, nodding. "You are now." John couldn't help laughing. He looked at her neck, bare and inviting, and couldn't stop himself from leaning forward to kiss it softly. His hands slid down her arms before going around her waist as she moaned again, her head falling back to his shoulder. One of his hands brushed along her stomach and the other unconsciously moved to unbutton her jeans. Her hand snapped to attention, wrapping around his and pulling it from her jeans.

"Huh..." John muttered.

"Sorry...it's just...I...it..." Erin stumbled over her words. She sighed and moved forward before standing up, putting distance between them. "Trying to figure out a nice way of saying this."

"Oh." John said. Erin blinked as he got to his feet. "Nah, don't worry about it, I get it."

"Something tells me you don't." Erin said, slowly.

"No, I do." John said, frowning slightly.

"Okay I didn't mean..." Erin started, but got cut off as someone knocked on the conjoining door of their room.

"We really gotta stop having so many things to worry about." Dean said, breathing heavily as he looked over at his wife lying next to him. "Puts too many things in the way of sex." Alice laughed. She rolled over and curled up against his side. "Okay, after this mess...you and me...we're going on holiday or something. We're gonna go somewhere nice...and spend the whole time in a damn good, fancy ass hotel room, buck naked, having loads of dirty sex."

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Alice asked, lifting her head to look at him.

"I think you did last night...many many times." Dean said, a smug smile on his face. "I pretty much interpreted everything you said into a declaration of love."

"Oh?" Alice asked. She smirked. "So even stuff like..." Her voice changed to the tone Dean absolutely adored, all breathy and moaning. "Oh God Dean...yeah...harder...oh...oh..." The hunter grabbed the Angel's head and kissed her roughly, rolling her to her back and moving on top of her. He felt her smile against his lips. Sometimes he couldn't believe just how much sex they had had that night. They hadn't done anything really remotely dirty since Alice had first returned and she had taken him to that field outside of Paris. He wondered if it had something to do with the whole acceptance that he was on the verge of becoming some sort of Angel.

Whatever it was, it had given him loads of stamina to use on his wife in various ways and he was so not complaining. Obviously, neither was she.

"You're quite the naughty little Angel, you know that Mrs Winchester?" Dean asked, pulling his mouth away from Alice's. "Me thinks you should be punished."

"I thought I was already punished last night." Alice said.

"Not thoroughly enough." Dean said. "There's still a whole lot more that needs..."

"Dean, Cas has a...oh dude, come on!" Sam called out as he burst into the room from the conjoining door. He quickly spun around to avoiding having to look at his brother's bare ass.

"Jesus Sammy, don't you knock?" Dean asked, twisting slightly to look at his younger brother's back. Beneath him, Alice had burst into laughter. Apparently to her, getting caught by the younger sibling was just a hoot.

"Well how was I to know you were digging into morning sex with Alice?" Sam asked.

"Dude, we're married, we're at a motel, take a hint." Dean said. He could hear other voices in the room but couldn't see anyone else past Sam.

"Whatever, we'll give you guys a few minutes to put some clothes on...geez." Sam said.

"Bitch." Dean said.

"Jerk." Sam said, reaching for the doorknob and pulling the door shut. Dean shook his head and looked at Alice who was still laughing. Tears were running down the sides of her face.

"Oh, you think that's funny do you?" Dean asked. "My brother barging in? Absolutely hilarious in your mind?"

"Uh huh." Alice said, nodding.

"How?" Dean asked.

"Reminds me of the first time it was just the tree of us." Alice said, calming down. "Sammy just back with you. We just took out the Paris Hilton God who kicked your ass." Dean rolled his eyes as his wife giggled happily beneath him. "Two motel rooms...you and me together...least his timing got better, hitting before it started rather than during."

"You'd have thought the moaning would have tipped him off." Dean said. "Damn was his face red." Alice burst into a fresh round of laughter and this time Dean joined in. He had to roll over to avoid the risk of falling on her from laughing so much. They laid there laughing for few minutes before Alice sat up and said they should get dressed. She hopped off the bed and Dean watched her move around to room, finding various articles of clothing and pulling them on. She threw his pants at him and he pulled them on just as the door was opened again.

"Is it safe?" Sam asked, hand over his eyes.

"Yeah, all clear." Alice said, grinning as she dropped back down onto the bed. Sam sighed and walked into the room, lowering his hand. Everyone else followed him and took different spots. Sam and Cleo sat on the couch, Castiel leaned on the table holding Mary-Jo in front of him, John sat on the couch with his parents and Erin stayed by the door.

"So what's up?" Dean asked.

"I had a...dream...vision." Castiel said. This was the first time he was saying it so it didn't surprise him when Mary-Jo twisted slightly to look at him. "I was walking through the New York wasteland, possibly the same location as Sam's dream."

"Sam had a dream?" Mary-Jo asked.

"You didn't hear it?" Dean asked. Mary-Jo shook her head. "How come you...oh wait yeah, you were captured."

"Yeah, there's a lot I don't hear." Mary-Jo said. "Captured or unconscious. That's me." Castiel gave her waist a slight squeeze and she sighed, leaning back against him. Sam did a repeat of his dream and both Mary-Jo and John stiffened up, their faces going pale when they heard that they killed their fathers.

"Those incidents were...thought...in my dream." Castiel said. "There were many things that I didn't see but I just...knew. Dean and Sam were dead...Cleo had been missing again...Alice was trapped in feeling everyone's pain, all the remaining humans."

"Prisoner of my own power." Alice muttered. Dean put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side.

"I was walking along a street." Castiel said. His thumbs were moving along Mary-Jo's stomach, trying to comfort her even though he knew she wouldn't be with anything he had to say at the moment. "It was a barren wasteland. I was alone until...Mary-Jo...appeared behind me." His eyes drifted to Dean. "I am compelled to mention that she was wearing your coat. And...something in my mind from the dream tells me that she had worn it since she killed you."

"Oh." Dean said. He wasn't sure what else to say to that but he did tilt his head slightly.

"She looked very much like herself but she was...older...obviously, as it had been nearly a year since I...my dream self...had last seen her." Castiel said. "That last time...she was supposed to kill me...but she couldn't." He didn't think it was possible but Mary-Jo had gone even more rigged in his arms and he started to worry about whether or not she should hear this.

"So she was...evil." Cleo said. Castiel nodded. "Where was John for this?"

"I don't know." Castiel said. "I can only imagine that he had kept himself away from the resistance since murdering Sam." His eyes moved to John who was looking down at his hands. Sam reached over and patted his son's shoulder. "I asked what she wanted. I was unable to comprehend why she would hunt me down after avoiding me for so long."

"And?" Dean asked. "What was the answer?"

"She's not doing well." Castiel said. "Those were her words. She didn't make sense, talking about how she didn't know what was wrong, saying nothing worked. Apparently my dream self is not very friendly because I did snap at her, asking again what she wanted."

"Good going." Alice said.

"Yes well...I did have to fight with himself a lot." Castiel said. "Part of me wanted to go to her, part of me was very very angry with her." He wrapped his arms tighter around Mary-Jo, hoping to assure her that things would be better, that this dream wouldn't come to be and that he'd never be that angry with her. "She said that...she needed away, meaning someone other then herself. Her words were...she can't stay, didn't change, not with me."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.

"I asked nearly the same thing." Castiel said. "She asked for help, asked me to help this other she. Mary-Jo seemed to thing herself too lost for help but not this other she, saying that they, who I can only assume to be the demons, would kill this other one. Then...something appeared in her arms, and I woke up."

Everyone was silent as they thought of this. One by one, they all realized it, and then they all looked at Dean who was still thinking it over. Slowly, it dawned on him as well and he frowned slightly. He slowly got up off the bed and, with his hands behind his back, walked across the room.

"So...there's another she...one that didn't change with Mary-Jo." Dean said.

"Yes." Castiel said. Alice raised an eyebrow then realized that Castiel had not yet even begun to think about what that particular part of his dream meant.

"A girl that...MJ comes to you to take care of." Dean said, moving slowly towards Castiel and Mary-Jo. "And then...something appears in her arms, probably something small, might be a little blanket bundle."

"There are a number of possibilities." Castiel said.

"Oh Cas." Mary-Jo said, sighing and putting her hand on her head.

"What?" Castiel asked.

"You totally are not understanding." Mary-Jo said. Castiel blinked, confused.

"You knock up my daughter." Dean said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh." Castiel said.

"You know if she wasn't right there in front of you..." Dean said.

"You'd punch me." Castiel said.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Yes I am aware of that." Castiel said.

"Good." Dean said. "Now...has anyone else been having these messed up dreams? Speak up because we need to know everything we can." There was a silence and then, very slowly, John and Mary-Jo both put their hands up.

I didn't want to make this chapter any longer. It had it's light fun moments, save the whole story from being dark. Two couples getting their fun time interrupted and one couple getting an argument interrupted, lol. But good news, finally finally finally, MJ and John tell everyone else about their dreams.

So who thinks they know what Castiel's idea to save MJ, and John of course too, could be?