Chapter 7

"It's 2:00 in the morning and I can't sleep. I keep having these nightmares. But, they're not the same as before. Instead of seeing a crib or two yellow lights, I see a crossroads. I'm standing right in the middle of them and there is nothing around for miles. I look down at my feet and see that there is something leaning up against my leg. I reach for it, but drag my hand back quickly. There is blood dripping from the center of my palm. I kicked the object over with my foot. It was some kind of circle. I bent down and saw that the circle was surrounded with thorns. The Crown of Thorns, I think. I push my sleeves down over my hands and pick the crown up, carefully. I look at it closely. It has blood on it. Dry blood. A man appears before me then. I drop the crown and it hit's the ground and crumples. I look at the man. He looks like any normal man, but I knew that something was different about him. Something was wrong. He smiles and holds his hand out to me.

'Don't you want to know the truth?' he says then. I look at his hand. It is covered with frost. I look down at the crown I dropped. It's gone. I lost it. I hit the ground and try to search for it, but I know it's gone. I look back up at the man and he's laughing at me. That's when I wake up. Even though these are just dreams, they scare me to death.

It's been two weeks since I told Dean and Sam what Castiel told me. I still don't know what Dean thinks about it. Whenever I try to bring the subject up, he either walks away or starts talking about cases or whatever. Other than that, there really hasn't been any change. Except that Sam is watching me like a hawk. More than usual, that is. He is always asking me how I am and if I need anything. I think he's scared that I'm going to leave them for Castiel. Silly isn't it? I mean, Dean and Sam are my brothers. Castiel is just some angel who only comes around every once in a while. Though he does make my heart beat like a jackhammer. And his eyes are so intense and gorgeous. I get lost, staring into those eyes. When he touches me I feel like I might melt.

What am I saying? I don't even know this guy. Oh well, I'll try to go back to sleep now. If I don't have another one of those dreams again."

I closed my dairy and turned off my little reading light. I looked over at the two beds in the room. Dean was asleep in one and Sam in the other. It was my turn to sleep in the chair. I was used to that. We always took turns in the beds. We always got strange looks when we would ask for a room. Two men in their 20's and a teenager. You don't want to know some of the questions I've been asked.

I went into the bathroom and started to change into my sleep clothes. I was still wearing my hunting attire. My sleeping clothes are no different from my hunting clothes, they just don't get exposed to blood and guts. Laundry day for me is always a blast.

I sat down on the edge of the bath tub. A million questions ran through my head. What do these dreams mean? How am I supposed to get into hell? What do I do with the Crown of Thorns when I get it? I knew one person who might be able to help me.

"Cas, come here please. I need to ask you a couple of questions." I sat there and looked at my fingernails. They needed a serious buffing and polish. I sighed. Normal girls had to worry about nails and hair. I had to worry about my guns and if my knifes were sharp enough. I swept my hair over my shoulder and began to braid it in small braids.

When I heard the sound of wings, I looked up. Cas was standing right in front of me.

"Did you call me?" He had that same serious look that he always had. My heart beat fast and I couldn't make it stop.

"Yeah, I've got a few questions. You think you can answer them?" I stood up and walked over to the door and locked the knob. If Dean saw Cas, he might kill him.

"I shall try my best." He leaned up against the sink.

"Ok, well I've been having these dreams lately and I want to know if they mean anything. I'm standing at…"

"I know the dreams of which you speak of," Cas said cutting me off. He didn't look at me. He just looked at the wall opposite him.

"What? You mean you know what I've been dreaming of? Can you get into my dreams or something?" I stepped into his vision leaning against the wall.

He looked at my shoes. "Yes, I can. I've been trying to keep you from having those dreams. They are no help to you in your current situation."

I wanted to laugh at him. ..no help to you in your current situation.. "Do you even know what my current situation is like? Do you know that your 'destiny thing' has made Dean all but reject me as his sister?"

"I told you, I have tried to stop these dreams from coming to you." He seemed to get mad. He leaned forward from the counter and pinned me to the wall with his hands on my shoulders. His eyes were piercing. There was nothing deep or romantic about them anymore. His voice was stern and soft. "I do know what the dreams mean, but I can't tell you. I was not even supposed to tell you your destiny anyway. But for some reason, whenever I'm around you my, thinking is gets clouded and I forget my orders. My orders are to make sure that you fulfill your destiny and that you remain alive until that point. Once that is over, with then I am to report back to my superior and get new orders. I do not care how this has effected your relationship with Dean, but I can tell you this; Dean has nothing to do with your destiny."

He turned and the door magically unlocked. He began to head out when I grabbed his hand. "Castiel." He grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm behind my back. I kept myself from screaming.

"You will not cloud my mind again." He pushed me forward and I fell to my knees on the tile floor. I turned around, but he was gone. I looked back into the main room, but he was nowhere to be found. Sam and Dean were still sleeping as if nothing had happened.

I sat down in my chair at the table and thought about what he said. But what really bothered me was not what he said. What bothered me was what the man had said in my dream. Don't you want to know the truth?

Why was Castiel trying to keep these dreams out of my head? What truth is being hidden from me?

Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, but didn't recognize the number on caller id. I slipped into the bathroom and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jordan." The voice was familiar, but not in a good way.

"Dad? Why are you calling me? We haven't seen you in three months."

"Well, I heard you were in the hospital and I wanted to call and see that you were ok." Dad was never a good liar.

"Your lying. It's 3:oo in the morning and you never call my phone. You always call Dean. What do you really want?"

"Ok," He sounded defeated. "I need to talk to you about something. But I can't do it on the phone. Can I come pick you up?"

"You don't even know where I am? And what do you need to talk to me about?" I was starting to get nervous. He was never this serious.

"I'm in town and I know what motel your staying in. In fact, I know what room your in. I'm right outside your window." My eyes flew open wide and I ran out of the bathroom and rushed over to the window. I pulled back the curtains and saw my dad behind the wheel of a giant black truck. He was holding his phone to his ear.

"And I need to talk to you about your parents."