Cas woke up from his dream. Scratch that, he woke up from his worst nightmare. He couldn't remember what it was about exactly, but he did know that he had to check on Noah.
Immediately.
He ripped off his bed sheets, earning him an irritated groan from a still sleeping Dean, and made his way to Noah's room. His son hadn't been crying and he couldn't tell what provoked him into such urgency in the first place.
When he got to his son's door he hesitated. Did he really want to risk waking him up, after the hour it took just to get him remotely tired, for nothing? He went through a few pros and cons in his mind until he decided that his gut feeling to check on his son was overbearing.
Slowly, he twisted the knob until he heard a faint click.
Gradually, he opened the door, careful not to make any unnecessary noise. It was just wide enough so that he could see Noah's crib, safe and sound. Nothing looked out of place or suspicious. All was quiet.
Too quiet.
All at once he realized he couldn't hear Noah's soft snores and he flung the door all the way open in a moment of sheer panic. He rushed over to the crib to find what he had been dreading. It was empty. Nothing was in the crib except his son's favorite blanket, the one with the Devil's trap on it that Dean had stitched in himself.
Cas started to fell dizzy and light headed. He had to grab hold of the crib to maintain his balance.
"Dean," he whispered into the darkness. "Dean!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, right before he fainted.
The last thing he remembered hearing was the concern in Dean's voice when he said "Cas!" And then everything went black.
Cas woke up from his dream. Scratch that, he woke up from his worst nightmare. He couldn't remember what it was about exactly, but he did know that he had to check on Noah.
Immediately.
He ripped off his bed sheets, earning him an irritated groan from a still sleeping Dean, and made his way to Noah's room. His son hadn't been crying and he couldn't tell what provoked him in the first place.
When he got to his son's door he hesitated. The strangest sensation of déjà vu washed over him as he considered the pros and cons of disturbing his sons slumber. Little by little, the memories of his nightmare started to come back to him. He remembered waking up, rushing to Noah's room, opening the door and finding the crib-
Oh.
Cas flung open the door. This can't be happening, he thought. But just as he had dreamt, his son once again had disappeared. Cas started to feel light headed, but he pushed that feeling down. He knew fainting would get him no where, so instead he called for Dean.
He immediately heard footsteps running towards the room and he willed himself to stay conscious just a little bit longer.
"Cas!" Dean said as soon as he was in the room, immediately moving to keep Cas from falling over. He looked around to see what could be the cause of Cas' hysterics, and after finding no answer in the dark room, he turned his attention towards their son's crib.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw that it was empty.
"C-Cas," he sputtered, trying to contain his own panic, "W-where...?"
Cas looked at Dean and even in the darkness Dean could see traces of tears in his eyes. This was enough to kickstart Dean's brain into action.
"C'mon," he said, grabbing Cas' hand and promptly tugging him out of the nursery. Cas moved as if he was dead on his feet, more or less in a trance.
"All the doors were locked, the windows were bolted, we both are light sleepers..." Cas went on and on about how impossible the whole situation was as Dean dragged him into their room, sat him on the bed, and began swapping his pjs and slippers for jeans and guns. "It had to be some kind of supernatural force..." His words died down as he realized his husband was no longer listening.
"What are you doing? What are we going to do?" Cas was a good second or so away from bursting into tears.
Dean looked up from the knot he was tying on his shoes. "We're going to find our son."