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Chapter 2

"Dammit." Dean left the diner alone not knowing where to turn next, his head wasn't on straight from deciding against college. Maybe that's how it can change, too late now, maybe. Middle of North Dakota and no where to turn now. He could always go to Bobby, as an old drunk he saw him closer as a father than anyone else.

Dean's own father told him to leave as soon as dreams started back up again. Dean had the dreams of this other life hunting demons and chasing the impossible since he was a boy. He took medications, therapy, but slowly refused to take them because that life was so much better than just working on school and his father's car shop. He drove away with his Impala 67' and now, spending just one more night here before he goes down to South Dakota to get help from Bobby. He hoped he would listen to him and he couldn't come right out and say he's fallen for an Angel of his dreams that doesn't even exist. Just that alone doesn't explain anything.

He turned in to the almost deserted parking lot 'Cozy Cabins Motel' to crash after driving seven hours away from his last night sleep. He opened the green wooden door to bells chiming like a convenience shop. A balding woman with tan skin looked up from her book sitting against the wall on the red loveseat. Her glasses rested on the edge of her tiny nose, eyes completely white. She took in his looks, as he took in hers. She was old, white hair hardly clinging on her scalp. "Need a room?" She asked gently, hands shaking putting down her book throwing her over sized plaid vest on the chair.

Dean smiled and nodded at her. "Uh, yes. Only for one night, thanks." He watched her tiny hands go through the keys. "You alone? Where's ya girl? Seems like a couple coming out here far from town into these woods it'd be a nice comfort for the both of yeh." Her hands went through pulling out something that looked like a credit card scanner. "No, I am more just, clearing my head head and uh-" "No I am not blind, eyes just been like this since my wife died." She said, she stared at him long. "Clearing your head from ye dreams or that ye don't be feelin accepted at home?" Dean's face felt full of confusion, he opened his mouth to speak but again she spoke for him, "Now you sleep tight, room right next door on the right." The machine accepted his credit card and Dean nodded and and turned around to head back to his car, when he shut the car door behind him clenching his bag of clothes he shook his head, hard to tell reality sometimes.

The room was old. Quiet. Broken down heater, and the bed was small but he could manage. Dean threw the bag on the floor, crashing himself onto the bed, arms raised behind his head. He shut his eyes for a moment.

"Cas, Cas what's goin on? I thought you were dead!?" Dean yelled as Cas pulled him through the room, it was a house Dean couldn't recognise "I am an Angel, an iron bar couldn't reflect damage on me for long, even if I am losing connection to heaven, hold on, Dean." Cas pressed his fingers against Dean's forehead in a rush.

Dean shot awake. He hardly was asleep for a second. "No! Dammit Cas!" He yelled. Silence fell over the room except for the ticking of the clock. He sighed, turning his head and shutting his eyes again.

Black. Blank, nothing.

He woke the next morning, which he had realised that he had not dreamt at all the whole night. "Son of a bitch." He looked around his room and down at himself. He didn't even take off his clothes or shoes he wanted to see Cas so badly. He only saw him for what felt less than 8 seconds. Great.

Dean felt awful that morning drive, he didn't want any music, hell all of his music was his dad's anyhow. He sat driving down an open road thinking. Was it a sign? It's over? He wasn't sure, he hoped not, the only thing he came to realize that he loved dreaming of...Cas.

He was now 4 hours from Bobby's house. He didn't stop driving, not even to pee. Thank sweet Angels for 2 and 3 liter bottles. It was like everywhere Dean had to stop to sleep, he never wants to go back to. He had nothing else to do. Maybe seeing Bobby tell him what to do things will pick themselves up.

He made it into Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Dean was way too stupid not to go get gas, his baby didn't make it one more mile in. "No, no no no no!" The engine shut down and rolled onto the curve. He hit the wheel, sighing and pulling out his phone. "Bobby? Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I'm in town, could you bring the tow actually? Yeah. I know." He hung up and waited. John must of told him he left home, figures. Dean doesn't hate his dad, just upset at him. Then again, it's his fault for almost slipping into a coma-no don't think about that. Dean looked over, Cas was sitting in his seat. Like a ghost, "Cas!"and he vanished, Dean must be hallucinating from how badly he needed him right now. Just to be near him or hug him. He craved it so.

Dean got out of the car when he saw Bobby's blue Ford tow truck pull up. Bobby got out, still same cap on his head, beard and look in his eyes. He grabbed Dean "come here, boy." He hugged him tight and let go of him. "Scared to death. Why you leave? Surprised to even have your dad call me." Dean shook his head. "I don't know Bobby, dreams gotten so vivid now and I just couldn't stay home." "You selfish brat. Leaving Sam home, I know how much you care bout that boy! Leaving cause a few nightmares drivin you this far?" Dean lowered his head. "I told Sammy to be safe. Smart, don't do anything I'd do, unless you'd want a few girls." Dean smiled from his own advice. Bobby looked at him in the eyes. "Fine, you can help me at home. No difference here than home though, get you on your feet. I know everyone in this town. You look sick. What happened to you?" Dean remembered. His dreams were years long, he dreamt of hell. Being pulled out of it, watching Cas die a few times. He looked back at Bobby "Haven't been well today."

"Sure, ye pansy. Let's take this home, common get in the truck."