Was it possible for someone to fear the inky blackness of dreams? As he fell into the deepest sleep, Castiel would find himself standing in the black nothing. Sometimes he would sit in the darkness until something would wake him but other times he would find himself watching the past, the memories he wanted to forget coming back to the surface. Each dream was never the same even if they seemed it they were all uniquely different.

Each breath he expelled was cold as he trembled looking for comfort yet no matter how hard he tried to shout out, the sound of his voice was never heard. "He is a Demon!"

"He is a Murderer!"

"Faggot!"

"Demon!"

"Hide Castiel!"

"Run Castiel!"

Castiel gasped painfully as the words finally clashed together and woke him up, he lay in his bed panting, his body wet with cold sweat and eyes wide with fear as he glanced around. Still safe… they will not find us. He glanced around his room and finally to his side to see Dean watching him, his eyes awake and alert. "Bad dream?" Cas attempted to sit up only to find a dull ache stopping him and Dean's arm wrapped around his waist. "I am not sure." He placed his head on Dean's chest their mixed scent of sex and sweat still on his skin. "It was different than usual." Dean's fingers traced the shape of Castiel's hip. "Really?" it occurred to Castiel that he rarely spoke about his dreams, due to whenever he woke up he was always alone but now it was different. "It was just voices, so many voice." The slight ringing was still in his ears as he hid his face in Dean's neck. "Did you recognise the voices?"

He sat up slowly pulling away from Dean's embrace, his brow furrowed in deep thought he ignored the dull ache but could not help notice the evidence on his skin from their previous night's activities. A small blush spread on his face warming his skin and chill in his body. "Some but I do not understand why this dream was different." Dean half sat up leaning on his elbows. "Well I heard that sometimes dreams are trying to tell you something important."

Castiel's expression could only be described as comical at Dean's words. "Hey don't knock it until you try it Cas. My Dad has a friend who's into all that Spiritual stuff." Castiel snorted at Dean's words as he reached down for a t-shirt only to be stopped. In a series of quick movements, Dean grabbed Castiel, pushing him on his back and settled between his open thighs. "Don't cover up on my account." He grinned down at Cas' prone form, blue eyes round and face blushing red. "Again?" Dean sucked on Castiel's neck. "Only if you want too. I bet you're feeling a little sore." He was right but the feeling of Dean's weight on his body the soreness seemed to disappear. "I am not feeling that sore."

When Castiel woke up he found himself alone in his bed and daytime light peeking through his curtains. He could not help but feel a little disappointed at the empty side of his bed. He picked up the pillow, which still held the indentation of Dean's head and hugged it close.

He found Gabriel downstairs drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper he did not dare look his Older Brother in the eye because he knew deep down that Gabriel would know exactly what had happened more than once last night. "Good morning Little Brother." He cautiously reached for a bowl trying to ignore the ache in his back; Gabriel clapped him on the shoulder as he flinched. "A bit sore are we?" he heard the smirk in Gabriel's voice. "I hope you were safe last night." Castiel's face blushed bright red as out of reflex elbowed Gabriel sharply in the ribs. "That is none of your business." When he had finally put together his breakfast, Castiel tried to sit down normally which seemed to be a very difficult task to perform. "Oh contraire Little Brother, it has everything to do with me. Well me and Sammy Winchester."

"Do I want to even know?" Gabriel sat back down and went back to his coffee. "Well maybe not, but I'll tell you anyway." Castiel's breakfast stood forgotten as he waited for Gabriel to explain. "Sammy Winchester clever kid for his age."

"Yes he is now would you care to explain?"

"When you and Dean were… in better words avoiding each other I went to go and speak to him. And that's where I met Sammy, he'd noticed something was up with his Big Brother and we devised a plan to get you two talking." Gabriel pointed to his neck and Castiel blushed, trying to avoid Gabriel's eyes by taking a mouthful of his orange juice. "And it seemed it was a success. So how was it?"

He spat the liquid from his mouth. "Th-that definitely has nothing to do with you!" he eyes watered as he tried to cough the liquid from his lungs. "Oh don't be such a spoil sport. I remember my first…" Castiel picked the newspaper and throwing it at his Brother. "I don't want to know!"

"Don't be such a prude." Castiel covered his ears in an attempt to block Gabriel's voice. "It is not necessary for me to know." Gabriel shook his head in disagreement. "Oh c'mon! Okay just answer me this: Was it good?" his face red Castiel nodded his head. "And did Dean know what he was doing?" his eyes squeezed tight he nodded again. "Excellent." When Castiel finally opened his eyes he saw Gabriel smiling broadly. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Gabriel shrugged finding interest in the paper that Castiel had thrown at him. "I'm just trying to decide whether I should lift your curfew since you're in that part of a relationship now."

Castiel tried to shake off the conversation he had had with Gabriel as he walked down towards Dean's house. He found Dean as usual underneath the Impala humming to the rock music coming from the car. He watched as Dean twisted his body in effort while screwing or unscrewing something on the car. Castiel scratched his head awkwardly trying to find the best way to get Dean's attention, he considered clearing his throat but instead he settled for knocking on hood the Impala.

As soon as Dean heard the knock he knew exactly who it was and he had a feeling whoever it was had been there a little longer. He slid out from underneath the Impala. "Hey Cas, how's the back?" the flush appeared on Cas' skin which he thought was just adorable. "It is f-fine." He saw Cas wince as he tried to lean against the Impala, Dean pulled himself up from the floor, and his mind full of endless possibilities of what he could do to Cas on the Impala. "So what's up?"

"N-nothing, Gabriel has lifted the curfew."

"I'm sensing a 'and' or 'but'?" Cas cleared his throat like he was trying to decide whether to ask something. "And…" Cas clarified. "Do you think your Dad's spiritual friend can help me with my dreams?" Dean's eyebrows rose as he sat on the Impala. "In what way?"

"I do not understand the dream so I am considering to wonder whether I may need professional assistance."

A/N: Hehe Gabriel what a legend :) and I'm actually planning out another Supernatural fanfic got a couple ideas written down. I may start writing it up but I'm not sure yet. I want to finish this one first before going on to other projects. I don't think I could write two fanfics at the same time I haven't got enough energy for that!

Update to come soon :)