All mistakes are my own (please point them out.)
Disclaimer: Try as I might, Eric Kripke still refuses to sell me the rights to Supernatural, something about not wanting to turn the show into gay porn.
AN: A huge thank you to My2BrownEyes, my first reviewer. I woke up at 3 this morning and started writing this in my head. Now it's 5 and I've written (well, typed) it down. I'm either some kind or literary virtuoso, or I'm being way too complacent about writing this. Or maybe I'm just lazy as fuck.
Dean's lying in a field on the hood of the Impala, staring up at the star-filled night sky. And even though Cas entered his dream invisibly and silently, Dean says, never taking his eyes off the sky, "Hey Cas." Cas stiffens but stays as he was, silent and invisible. It's possible Dean isn't talking to him. Dean does dream of Cas, after all. Maybe he's calling out to Dream Cas.
Dean waits for a moment and tells him, "I know you're here Cas, even when I can't see you, I can always feel you." Cas turns visible. "You feel me?" "Yeah, right here." and Dean points to where his sternum ends. Cas says, thinking out loud, "That's where your soul is." Dean feels a rush of heat to his face and a twinge in his chest but tries to play it cool. "Really, hu?" he says and it's not a question and this time, even Cas knows that.
After a few minutes of a not-too-awkward silence, Dean asks Cas, "Hey, come watch the sky with me. I bet it looks different from down here." And this time it is a question, or more like a request. Cas lies stiffly next to Dean.
"Dean, heaven isn't actually located in the sky." And Dean smiles, "Yeah, I kinda figured, but you do watch over me."
They both lay there for a moment that is filled with a barely awkward silence as Cas slowly relaxes, or at least his muscles do. Before Dean asks,
"Why are you here Cas?" Cas thinks for a moment of how to respond.
"You prayed for me, Dean."
"Yeah, I know. What I meant was, why are you in my dream?
Cas answers as truthfully as he can without implicating Sam. "I was worried. And curious. You rarely drink that much alcohol this early in the day. I believe you wait until the night to use it to get to sleep."
"Yeah, well, couldn't sleep last night."
"Why didn't you drink it then?"
"Honestly, Cas, it didn't even occur to me. I had too much to think about."
Cas waits for Dean to elaborate but he doesn't, so Cas asks him, "What were you thinking about?"
"If I answered that, then I'd be thinking about it even more than I already am. And the whisky was to knock me out, so I couldn't think of anything. And when I wake up, I'm gonna have a killer hangover, which will keep me distracted a little bit longer."
"Then I feel I should warn you, Dean, that when I leave your dream, I'm going to remove the alcohol from your system."
Suddenly, Dean's desperate, he grabs Cas' arm, his eyes wide and begs him "Please don't do that. I just want to stop thinking, even if just for a little while."
"When I remove the alcohol from your system, I will give you a long, dreamless sleep. Will that suffice?" Dean sighs, relieved and lies back down on the hood. "Yes, thanks Cas." "You are welcome, Dean. Anytime."
Please R&R. I got, like, two hours of sleep last night (damn you, compelling twitter RP!) so I can't think of anything to give you if you review other than my eternal gratitude.