You guys seem to be into the story, and for that I really thank you, especially since I'm pretty new to the fanfiction business :3 Anyways, here's the fourth chapter to the story. Thanks and enjoy!

Cas heard Dean hang up, and he did the same. Help him... now? Today? He couldn't even think about Dean without thinking about last night! What would he say when he saw Dean? Did Dean know Cas had seen into his dream? Was he even going to help Dean? He had to! Cas owed him, as sad as it might be to admit it.

Questions kept running throughout his mind.

What would he do now? Maybe Cas could slay the monster quickly and leave immediately. Dean wasn't too specific as to the amount of time he needed his assistance. So that was it, he was simply going to show up and get the job done as quickly as possible. That's all Dean had asked for… right?

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Cas waited in nervous silence for the call from Dean. He was back in the forest in Indiana. A chilly afternoon breeze was rattling the leaves of the tall, deciduous trees, making some leaves fall to the ground. Cas was sitting on a boulder, backtracking to Dean's dream which was still too fresh in his memory. Not seven feet away was the exact spot where he'd seen Dean and the Cas conjured up by Dean's imagination. He could still remember the exact moment when he'd gotten out, the exact moment when Dean was leaning into Cas and was about to-

Cas' phone rang and he jumped to an embarrassing height. He dug for the phone in the deep pockets of the trench coat and pulled it out. Although he only used the device for communication with Dean, Cas had still hoped it had been someone else. Cas answered the phone, tongue-tied. He wasn't aware of how many seconds had passed, but they passed awkwardly. "…Cas?" Dean's voice was deep and nerve-wrecking. "Hello Dean," Castiel said. "We're up, I'm gonna need you to get your ass over here." At "here", Dean's voice was much more audible, simply because Cas had teleported and was standing right in front of Dean, less than a foot away from his emerald-green eyes. More seconds of silence passed, and Dean was studying Castiel with every fiber of his eyes. "Alright," Dean said finally, "let's go." Cas saw Sam chuckle silently on the other side of the room.

They made their way to the Impala, Cas riding in the backseat as usual. It was quiet for a couple of minutes until Sam started filling Cas in. Sam talked about the Djinn, what victims it'd killed, and what to expect. Cas just nodded along slightly, not really paying attention to Sam's rant. He was more distracted by Dean constantly looking back at him through the rear-view mirror. Cas noticed Dean looked worried. He had probably felt something when he went into his head, but why would he looked worried because of that? Cas could feel every time Dean glanced back at Cas, and he met his eyes for a fraction of a second. He wasn't fazed with awkwardness every time their eyes met, instead, a feeling of confusion settled on Cas. Dean really did look worried.

Why would he be worried? Cas thought. That couldn't have been worry. Was Dean angry because he'd found out he'd been in his head? No, Dean didn't look angry either. Cas couldn't help the inevitable. Dean was worried, but it was just a matter of figuring out why, and lord knows that'll be simple. Maybe Cas could-

"-invade the warehouse," Sam finished. "What warehouse?" Castiel asked. "The one we're making our way to," Dean responded, looking at the road ahead of him. Alright, Cas thought, I'll end this quickly.

They arrived at a field of vast acres in the middle of nowhere. In the center of this area was a warehouse, battered up and on the verge of collapsing. The boys made their way inside with their guards way up. The warehouse smelled worse than it looked. The place was dingy and dusty, and the smell of rotten flesh permeated the air, but what worried Cas the most was where the stench was coming from. It was much darker inside, making it difficult to find their target. Sam made his way up some stairs on the right side or the warehouse, exploring the rooms above the first floor. Dean signaled Castiel to stay by his side. Dean pulled out a gun and a flashlight and aimed it around, trying to find anything that moves. There were several rooms on the first floor of the warehouse, two on the left and right side, and two in the front of the place. Dean opened a door to the left side, only to find a dusty, blank room of space. He tried the next door.

It revealed a room that was well kept and contrasted the dirty loneliness that enveloped the entire building itself. There was an undone bed, a bookshelf, a small table off to the side, and a lamp resting on the floor. The rooms weren't too big, so there wasn't much to go along with it. The two front doors revealed empty rooms, but a door to the right side contained another well-kept room. There was a bed and several shelves stacked on top of each other, containing papers upon papers.

Castiel was beginning to think the Djinn had found out about their coming and fled immediately. He almost jumped when he heard Sam call for both Dean and Cas. "Hey," he yelled from upstairs, "there's something up here."

They made their way up the stairs, and the smell only got worse. Dean coughed and covered his nose with his sleeve, while Castiel focused on canceling the smell out. There was a platform and railings that went across half the warehouse, and Sam was in front of a room on the opposite side. Cas moved behind Dean and caught up with Sam.

The aroma of the rotting place worsened with every step they took, and it was getting harder to breathe in the stench. Cas saw Dean gagging by the time they were in front of the room Sam was facing. "Looks like this is their storage area," Sam said.

A small window let in a crack of light in the dark room revealing piles of bodies that were stacked on top of each other, thrown on the floor carelessly, or resting on tables inside the room. Some were starting to decompose, and gnats and worms were crawling throughout small holes all around the bodies. "Some have been here for a while, but look," Sam pointed to a dead man that was resting on a wall to the left side, "that one looks way too fresh." Sam was right. The man appeared to be over his thirties with short, black hair. There was a deep gash going across the neck of the victim, but the blood looked fresh nonetheless. The man's once neat apparel was now soaked in scarlet blood that ran down to his waist, contrasting the light-blue of his shirt. "A fresh kill," Dean said, turning away and walking towards the stairs.

Cas followed and Sam did the same. "What do you suggest we do now?" Cas asked to either Winchester. He wanted to get this over with already. "Well," Sam began, "since there doesn't appear to be anything here, we should just wait it out for a couple more days and see if any more deaths pop up."

Sam looked at Dean for his approval. "Yeah, sure," Dean said. Sam made his way out the warehouse, leaving Cas and Dean inside. Dean was still looking throughout all the rooms on the first floor, trying to get anything that might help. Cas watched Dean rummage through cabinets, not enjoying the eerie silence that fell on them both. "Damn it," Dean hissed. Dean wasn't the only one that felt perturbed. Cas was hoping he'd finally kill the menace and make his way out of this mess.

BONK!

A hard, blunt object met Castiel's head and he fell forward, on the verge of consciousness. He heard his name being yelled out by a voice that was extremely far away. Only the faintest of echoes reached his ears. He saw Dean walk past him and head towards something behind Cas. Cas tried getting up but failed completely. He felt his whole body get enveloped in numbness running throughout his entire being. His eyes were getting extremely heavy. A black, murky darkness was taking over his vision, shrouding everything and anything he was seeing. The last thing he saw was the body of a monster falling over next to Cas. He blacked out.

Ohhhh what's going down? No one messes with Castiel! (At least not while Dean's around ;D) We will be carrying on this story in the next chapter! Thanks you guys, I wouldn't be carrying this story on if it weren't for you :3