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Dean woke up fully rested and extremely hungry. His stomach growled when his nose caught the scent of pancakes and syrup. He shot straight up and found Sam sitting at a table typing away at his laptop and sipping gratefully at his coffee. On the other side of the table lay a small foam box. "Gimme," Dean stood up and opened the foam box, revealing a heaping pile of pancakes and cartridges of maple syrup. "Knock yourself out," Sam encouraged. Dean ate at his bed and savored every fluffy bite. "So what've you got?" Dean asked through mouthfuls. "Well, that Djinn we ganked last night may not have been the only one," Sam said. "What, you mean there's a whole gang of them?" Dean asked, catching the syrup coming out his mouth.

"Not exactly, two other murders were reported around the area, and they were fairly close to each other. That doesn't sound like the work of a whole gang," Sam said."Great. Let's go smoke the son of a bitch and live happily ever after," Dean said after swallowing the last of his pancakes.

"You're sounding extra happy," Sam said, "anything note-worthy happen last night?" Dean turned to him with an extremely goofy grin, "Can't a man be happy?" Sam shrugged and continued typing away. Sam was right though. Something had happened. He'd had a great hunt last night, and he was pretty damn good about himself, but that wasn't all. Dean had dreamed a wonderful dream, and he usually did. His dreams didn't have much variety though; they were always about Cas.

Dean made his way to the shower to wash off the dirt and blood off his body.

He'd grown fonder of Cas the more time he spent with him up to the point where he looked forward to seeing him again.

He removed his dirty clothes and hopped in the shower, letting the warm water wash away all the dried mud and grit.

When he wasn't busy working on the job, he was thinking about Cas and where he was. Dean had always sent out a small, silent prayer that wherever he was, whatever he was doing, it'd be safe. No matter how tired he was, he'd always end up thinking about Cas before he slept, triggering the lovely dreams, but last night was different.

The dream had felt more vivid, more colorful. It was as if something had flipped a switch and help the dream reach its full potential. Something had entered his mind that made it burst with evocative images. Dean hadn't wanted the dream to end. Castiel had so much more power and gracefulness and was surrounded by this beautiful blue and cobalt aura that mixed perfectly with his quintessential complexion. Dean soon found out what Cas had been fighting in his dream, because every time he looked at it, his mind flash-backed to every terrible moment in his life. Cas had been battling his fears. He'd been fighting that dark, murky figure with no exact shape that was being crushed by Castiel. At that point, Dean felt enthralled with happiness and power, he cheered Cas on!

Once he had destroyed the monster, he felt nothing but happiness and caring for Cas. Dean was just to go for a passionate kiss to show how much he cared for Cas, but just as he was about to close his lips around Cas', the dream dulled, leaving the tiniest remnants of joy. Dean had still kissed Cas, but it didn't have that vividness to it anymore. Before the kiss, it felt like Cas had actually been there. Dean could smell Cas' familiar scent, and he looked so alive. It was almost scary how real the dream had felt.

Even now he wondered what had triggered the scintillating dream. Dean had never experienced something so strange and bizarre yet... wonderful. He looked forward to sleeping tonight, in hoped that he could feel that again.

Dean finished washing his hair and scrubbing his body. He seized a towel and dried himself up. Maybe he could call Cas today and ask for his help in hunting the monster.

He threw clothes on and fixed his hair extra nicely, not because he was seeing Cas... that'd just be... silly. Dean sprayed on some cologne and walked out.

Sam was still sitting at the table with his laptop. He'd already gotten himself cleaned up. "I was thinking we could call Cas so he can help with the hunt," Dean said to Sam. "Yeah, sure. Phone's on the bed. Hey... is that... cologne?"

Dean looked at him for a moment. "...Shut up," he said, and grabbed the phone. He quickly dialed Cas' number. There were three rings before Cas picked up, but didn't speak. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, until Dean finally said, "Cas...?"

"Hello Dean," he replied. "Oh, hey," Dean said, "Sam and I need to hunt down another Djinn, wanna come with?" There was a slim pause. "Will it be necessary?" Castiel asked. "Uh, no, but it'd be pretty great. Besides, you owe me one." Dean could almost feel Cas' head tilt through the phone. "You didn't help us when I called you last night, remember?" There was another pause. "Yes..." Cas said finally, "I suppose I am in debt to you..." Dean noticed Cas was acting strange, and that's saying something. "Alright... So I guess I'll call when I need you?" he asked.

"Yes... that sounds fine," Cas finished. Dean hung up with an extremely confused feeling.

I wonder how Cas will react to this :3? Next chapter may take me a while, but it'll be completely worth it :D!