The warm rays of the sun gently touched Dean's cheeks, lingering there as he slowly stirred. Dean was instantly relieved that it was just a nightmare and has completely forgotten what it was about. But wait…
Dean instantly opened his eyes and bolted from the bed, expecting to see Sam on the next bed of the dank and filthy motel room they rented the night before. But there was no other bed. And no Sam either. Then suddenly everything that happened came rushing back to him.
"Sam?" Dean called. He scanned the room and realized that he was not in a motel. The room actually was…nice. Fresh paint and expensive furniture. Dean was overcome by panic as he remembered Cas' steely eyes and cold voice. You know what I do with my enemies, Dean.
Am I dead? Dean asked himself as he quickly checked the closet for clothes. He found a shirt and a pair of jeans which fitted him perfectly.
Is this heaven? Dean mused. But Cas would never allow us to go to heaven. We got him all pissed off! This surely must be some awesome place in Hell that I was never invited into. And where is Sam? Dean's eyes grew wide as he noticed a rather large framed family picture hanging in the wall.
"I'll be damned." Dean said.
The framed picture was like any other family picture regular moms would painstakingly hang in the living room for all the visitors to see. Except that, it was the Winchester family. And apparently, the hanged picture was in HIS room!
It was a rather formal studio shot. Mom was there, but she looked a bit old. She was sitting beside Dad, who also looked older since the last time he saw him. He and Sam were there too, standing behind their parents, looking like cherubs, all showing their pearly whites. The picture looked recent.
"Whoa," Dean gasped. He did not know whether to be happy or terrified.
"Damn, Cas. What are you up to?" Dean exclaimed, hoping that Cas would show up, just like the many other instances when he needed his help. Dean dejectedly dropped his head, "Cas, please? Talk to me man." But he understood that it was pointless.
Castiel did not like any of it.
He silently stood in Dean's room and wondered what went wrong. He sighed and cursed himself for being too weak. No matter how many times his mind told him to kill Dean and his brother, he just couldn't.
In a short span of time, he was able to accomplish more than what his predecessor could have ever done in a million years: Stop the "civil" war in heaven and made it a ridiculously peaceful place, banish all demons and creatures to hell where they belong, restore balance everywhere, and make the world a better place despite his growing contempt for humans…and Dean was against all of these?
Of all people, it was Dean who never gave him a chance.
He could have killed Dean and his brother that night, but for some unknown reason he just couldn't! So much for being omnipotent!
Castiel purposely rid Dean, Sam and Bobby of all the memories associated with them being hunters. He gave them back their lives! Dean and Sam's parents, Bobby's wife, even the fcking dog!
But Dean remembered! It can't be good, can it?
Castiel cursed Jimmy Novak, his vessel, for contributing to this weakness. Humans!
"You should be thanking me for this, Dean!" Castiel whispered, clearly annoyed.
The creature watched from a distance, behind the trees. It was mildly amused at this new so-called "God" whom the demons feared before they were all sent to Hell. But to the creature, God did not appear particularly threatening, albeit it could sense its power. This God appeared conflicted, the creature thought, and it smiled. It finally found a challenge!
The creature stood there and watched the human subject. The man went outside of his house, and looked lost. It wondered why God was particularly interested with this man. Its crimson eyes burned with anticipation at his possible prey and raised its talon-like fingers to its mouth, revealing its set of razor sharp teeth.
But for now it had to wait.
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