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Chapter Twenty-Five: Dreams and Coffee

It was way past Dean's typical bedtime, but the young hunter was sitting on Bobby's couch looking through the back pages of John Winchester's journal. Those were the pages that Dean himself had written in. He was trying to put together what the demons could possibly be planning to put the apocalypse back on track. He rubbed at his tired eyes before making another notation. With Azazel out of the picture and Sammy past the six month mark (which for some reason had special significance) it seemed that Dean's baby brother would never be able to follow his 'destiny'. No going darkside, no drinking demon blood, no killing Lilith, and no being a super strong Luci-vessel. Also, if Azazel's soldier-boy never kills Sam, Dean wouldn't have to sell his soul, so no 'righteous man' breaking the first seal. The demons would sure have to get creative about a plan B.

"You should attempt to get to sleep soon."

"I will, Cas." Dean replied. "Just another few minutes."

"Added to all the rest of the 'another few minutes' you've asked for tonight, you'll never get any rest."

"I know." Dean looked up at the angel. "It's just… if the crap's gonna hit the fan any time soon, I need a clue as to what's coming so I can keep my family safe. But I just can't figure out what they could possibly do at this point."

"I don't think they know any more than you do, Dean. If Alastair is trying to interrogate you then they too are only at the information gathering stage."

"Yeah, well, he shows up again, he's gonna get a colt bullet in his ass."

"I don't think a shot there would kill him."

"Really, Cas?" Dean shook his head.

"You do know that you won't be able to shoot anyone's rear end if you don't get rest."

"And we're back to this again?" Dean went to laugh but ended up yawning instead which only served to prove Cas' point. "Fine, let's do it."

Tossing the journal down on the floor, Dean stretched out on the couch leaving enough room for Cas to sit by his head. The angel sat down and placed his hand on the boy's head. Dean felt sleep creeping in on him and didn't bother to fight it.

Moments later, Dean pulled the Impala up in front of a cozy looking diner. He got out of the driver's seat as Cas climbed out the other side. They'd spent the previous night just driving around, since in his dreams he was once again old enough to have a driver's license, but tonight he wanted a huge greasy burger, fries, onion rings and a nice cold beer. Oh, and pie of course.

He strolled into the diner and took a seat. Cas sat across from him.

"A diner? Why did you choose to come here? Can't you eat this food outside of a dream as well?"

"Yeah, well, in the real world when my parents and I go out to eat I'm stuck ordering from the freakin' kids' menu."

Just then a super hot waitress in a short skirt and tight shirt walked over to their table with a tray. She placed a plate overflowing with food in front of Dean followed by a beer bottle and a whole apple pie. Then she served Cas as well before winking at Dean and walking away. Dean watched her go before turning back to his friend.

"Dig in, Cas. And don't give me that 'I'm an angel, I don't need to eat' crap. I'm dreaming, so technically I don't need the food right now either. It's simply about the enjoyment."

Cas carefully picked up his bacon cheeseburger with extra onions and took a bite. Dean snickered as half the toppings slipped out the back of the bun, dripping down the angel's hands and landing on the table. The hunter then took a huge bite of his, holding the burger in such a way to avoid the same thing happening to him.

"It's not bad." Cas commented.

"Not bad? Dude, this is the best burger you will ever taste. My dream, so I made sure of it." Dean placed the sandwich down and took a long pull of his beer. Being an adult in his dreams sure had its perks. "So, I was thinking, we can set up a trap for Alastair. I mean, we already know that he'll be back for me at some point. So we prepare and kick the demonic son of a bitch in the ass when he shows his ugly face."

"We don't know when he'll be back." Cas pointed out.

"We can find a way to lure him out." Dean suggested.

"The only thing we know he wants is you. And it's a very bad idea to use you as bait."

"I personally think it's a great idea." A familiar voice commented.

Dean looked up to see Alastair standing right next to his table looking like he had years ago (yet still many years into the future) when the hunter had been pressed into torturing the demon. Dean went to get up, but Alastair grabbed him by his throat and pulled him up. His feet dangled in the air as he gasped for breath.

"Dean!" Cas cried out. "It's not really Alastair!"

"Sure… looks… like… him." Dean managed to choke out.

"Of course it's me, Dean. Haven't you missed me? All the things I've taught you, all the time spent on you and you think I'd just let you go? You're mine, in any timeline."

Dean felt panic rise in him. The demon had somehow gotten into his dream and was going to kill him.

"Think about it, Dean. In this time, why would Alastair look like this? He hasn't even met this vessel yet. He is not real. You can make him go away. Just think about him being gone. This is your dream. Take control of it again."

Cas was right. Alastair sneered at him as Dean felt his throat being crushed. Dean closed his eyes.

He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. He's not here. He's not here.

With a thud, Dean hit the hard diner floor. He opened his eyes to find Cas hovering over him, a concerned expression on his face. Dean scrambled to his feet and looked around. Alastair was gone.

"What the hell, Cas? I thought you were keeping those memories away!"

"I am. But all I can do is push the Hell memories to the recesses of your mind. The rest of the dream is controlled by you. Apparently you were thinking of him so much that you manifested his image into your dream."

"Awesome." Dean muttered sarcastically.

"Are you okay?" The hot waitress had rushed over to him and gently stroked his face. Dean favored her with a cocky smile. Cas cleared his throat.

Dean sent a shrug to the angel. "I'm great now, babe." He told the waitress. She gave him a long kiss on the lips.

When they broke apart, she gave him a seductive smile. "I'll be in the back if you need anything."

"Thanks." Oh, if only there wasn't an angel hanging out in his dream with him… But on the other hand, Cas' friendship and support were worth more than a one night stand with an imaginary waitress, so Dean decided he'd take the trade-off. He sat back down and picked up an onion ring.

"You need to be more mindful of your fears and thoughts." Cas warned him.

"Yeah, I got that. So, how about we can the demon talk and just enjoy this food?"

"That's a good suggestion."

"Of course it is. I thought of it." Dean took a bite of the fried treat and tried not to think about anything remotely unpleasant.

…

…supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…supernatural…

…

Bobby started up a pot of coffee as he waited for the Winchesters to wake up. They'd have to go out somewhere to eat though since Bobby didn't have enough breakfast foods to feed everyone. It wasn't like he had been planning on the family staying over. But it had been late by the time they'd completed their exchange of information and John looked far too worn out to complete the four hour drive a second time that day. Besides, if Bobby was completely honest with himself, he was a bit of a softy when it came to that kid who wasn't quite a kid.

He'd known Dean for less than a day and he felt like the boy was the son he'd never had. The way the child spoke to him and looked at him was as heartwarming as it was unnerving. The love, admiration, and sorrow in his eyes seemed to be radiating out from his damaged soul. And yeah, that boy was beyond damaged. But he was a good kid. Man. Whatever.

That brought Bobby back for the millionth time to the crazy ass story that Dean had handed to him the day before. The rational part of him wanted to deny it, but since when had Bobby Singer ever been accused of being overly rational any damned way.

"I though you burned breakfast, but now I see that the smoke I smelled is just coming from your overworked brain. What you thinking about, old man?"

Bobby turned to see Dean standing just inside the room, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Watch it, smart ass. So, ya finally up and around, huh? Thought ya'd spend the whole damned day takin' up my sofa and being petted by yer angel."

"Oh, that just sounds wrong, Bobby. Or are you just jealous? I'm sure Cas can spare a night to sit with you too."

"Shut it, boy."

Dean laughed as he walked over to the hunter. "So, you got a cup of that for me?"

"Yer parents let ya drink coffee?"

"I'm thirty."

"Yer body's four and I wasn't born yesterday. Help yerself ta some milk."

"Damn."

Just then, Castiel walked into the kitchen. Bobby looked at him. He kept waiting for the guy to sprout wings or for a halo to appear or some crap like that. If he'd been asked before yesterday what an angel would look like, a guy with slightly messy dark hair, blue eyes, and a tan trench coat wouldn't've even crossed his mind. The guy didn't act much like a holy being either. Hell, the language that Dean and he himself tossed around shoulda gotten both their asses smote. But nope, Castiel just talked like a normal guy with no concept of pop-culture references or sarcasm. He wondered how he'd spent so much time around Dean yet still remained somewhat naïve.

"Hey, angel-boy, ya gonna just stand there or are ya gonna help yerself ta some coffee?"

"Wait… Cas gets coffee and I don't." Dean protested.

"I don't drink coffee." Castiel replied at the same time as Dean.

"Suit yerself. And yeah, everybody in this house that's hit puberty gets caffeine."

"You know that angels don't actually do the whole puberty thing, right Bobby?" Dean questioned.

"Too much info, short stuff."

"Good morning, Bobby." Mary greeted as she walked in.

"Mornin'."

"You didn't give Dean any coffee, did you?"

"Do I look like an idjit ta ya?"

"Can I answer that?" Dean piped up, a little too eagerly.

"Nope."

"Well, if my son's done insulting you, I'll take a cup of that joe and then we'll be on our way." John informed Bobby as he entered the now overcrowded kitchen.

"No, ya ain't."

"What? What's wrong with that plan?" John sounded annoyed at his idea being shot down. Well, too damned bad. But on the other hand, the man had a bit of a short temper and Bobby really didn't want to see what the guy was like when it ran out.

"Well, we're all goin' out fer breakfast and then comin' back here ta go over some plans."

"Plans for what? I thought we all agreed that we have to wait to see what the demons' next step will be."

"Yeah well, that ain't what we need ta plan fer."

"What then?"

"Yer first hunt."

Author's Note Part Two: First off, please don't kill me for the apparence of Alastair in this chapter... he wasn't really there so it doesn't count and no one has to send demons or hellhounds after me. I hope you all enjoyed and are looking forwards to the Winchesters' first hunt together. Please take a moment to leave a review. Thanks.