Hello! So here's the second part to this story. This chapter may not be as meaty, but there truly is more to come. I'm having fun writing this story. Leave a review about what you thought. Thanks and enjoy!

If it weren't for his angelic abilities, Castiel wouldn't have heard his name. He turned and stared at Dean, and he turned his head slightly in confusion. Had he heard right? Had Dean just mumbled Castiel's name in his sleep? No, that's-

"Castiel," Dean said, louder this time. Castiel's brows furrowed. Dean kept mumbling obscenities, but he turned around and faced away from Castiel. He approached and sat down by Dean's bed, facing him. Could he be dreaming about me?

Castiel inched closer and closer to Dean, up to the point where he could feel Dean's warm breathe on his face. Dean kept mumbling things every time after he said Castiel, as if he were talking about him in his dreams. What could he be dreaming about? A spark of curiosity struck Castiel, which was odd. If this were to have been anyone else, he would've disregarded it and moved on, but this wasn't anyone else. This was Dean, whom he'd shared a lot of fond memories with, both rough and amazing. These thoughts kept swimming in his head, and he considered diving into Dean's dreams. No, wouldn't this be getting into Dean's personal space he often talked about?

But with their profound bond, it'd be pretty simple to go inside, and it'd only be for a minimal amount of time. Castiel kept his eyes locked on Dean, and he noticed Dean's brows crease and go back. He could be tormented.

After a quick decision, Castiel readied himself and closed his eyes, focusing on Dean and Dean alone. All he heard was Dean's mumbling, and he soon found himself engulfed by it, hearing it more clearly now, taking up all the space in the world. "Cas…go…finish it…," Castiel heard. He focused onto Dean's sleeping state, and they both shared the same dream.

Castiel was back in the forest in Indiana, and he was in front of Dean, with his back turned away from Castiel. What surprised him was that he was fighting some kind of monster in front of Dean as he was watching intently and lost in interest in Castiel's movements.

So he's dreaming about me fighting some other monster? Castiel could now hear what Dean had been mumbling moments ago. "Cas! Do it! Finish it off, man!" Dean was shouting words of encouragement to Castiel. Castiel's duplicate destroyed the monster and Dean went up to him and patted him in the back. "Nice job! You should have saved some action for me," Dean said. "It was an easy task, Dean," his duplicate said, "there wouldn't have been much action happening."

"Well, there is a few different kinds of action, too," Dean said, getting closer to Castiel's duplicate and grabbing his chin gingerly. Dean pulled in Castiel for a kiss, and that's when he got sucked back into reality.
His vision wavered, and suddenly he was back into reality, sitting besides Dean's bed once more. Castiel quickly got up and walked away from Dean to the other side of the room. He was shocked and going over what had just happened. Castiel's mind was reeling, and Dean still lay, happily sleeping and showing the faintest of smiles. He was back up against a wall and wide-eyed. Had his mind been playing tricks on him? No, it was more than clear enough.

Castiel found his way out of his astonishment and quickly disappeared, leaving Dean in a heaping pile of more than joyful sleep.

There's more to come :D!