"What's up Cas?" Dean asked in a whisper, although he knew that Sam couldn't hear them here in the kitchen, and he probably was already sleeping again anyway.
The Angel's short-flashed smile confirmed the low necessity of his tone.
"Something is not right, Dean ... And I don't mean Sam's dreams directly!", The Angel hurried after, as Dean just wanted to mention that.
"The way they come about is obvious, but who or what gives Sam this ability makes me wonder."
"Huh, I thought Gabriel was responsible for that?" Dean replied, confused.
"Not at all! Although Gabriel is part of the dreams, and he is just as real in it as anything else, but he is not the sender", Cas said and put the word sender with his fingers in quotation marks.
Dean thought it was cute when Cas was clearly trying to integrate human habits into his behavior.
"Gabriel is not the messenger, fine, but what exactly do you mean by that?", Dean asked.
Cas broke the eye contact by looking down on the kitchen floor.
Dean suddenly had a dark premonition.
"Cas?", he asked emphatically.
The Angel looked up at him, pure terror reflecting in his eyes.
"Your brother has probably aroused something that could trigger another apocalypse."
"I'm sorry ?",the older Winchester raised his voice.
"I'm not sure, so we need to talk to Sam.
While there is nothing that can easily enter this bunker, it doesn't mean that certain spells and rituals haven't their loophole, with Sam as the living proof. "
"Fine", Dean replied almost too calmly, "then I'll wake him up now."
"No!", again Castiel held him by the shoulder and thus prevented him from his project.
"Dean, these dreams are important, even for us. The longer Sam stays in the dream world, the more clues we get to solve the puzzle. "
"Fine.", Dean grumbled.
"Then let us, at least, watch him. ... and I don't care how stupid that sounds! "
Cas smiled and followed his friend into Sam's room.
Said one slept peacefully in his bed.
Dean pulled up a chair and took a seat off the bedside table. Cas ... now Cas was just standing there, as always.
Neither of them could really say, what they were waiting for...
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"I found a bundle of hawthorn under my mattress, and I thought, considering that Loki is your alter ego, that you somehow managed to get that thing into the bunker to contact me", Sam said somewhat meekly.
"Kiddo, I don't even know where this bunker is, let alone locating your whereabouts.
As already mentioned,in the real world, you are only mentally available to me, besides, this damned thing seems to be shielded from almost everything. If you didn't have such a strong connection to me, I would've never been able to find you. "
Gabriel smiled crookedly when he saw Sam's surprised expression.
"Yes, Sam-bo, you've been praying to me almost every night since my" death ", sometimes you've dreamed of me ..."
Gabriel's grin widened when he saw that Sam blushed at these words.
He put a kiss on his forehead and raised his chin so that they had eye contact.
"But I have nothing to do with those enchanted dreams, Sam, and to be honest I feel uncomfortable about it."
"Yes me, too" , Sam replied, lost in his thoughts.
What the hell was going on here?
What was the point of all that ?
And, more importantly, who or what the hell was behind all this ?
Could it be God?
Sam smiled and immediately rejected this idea.
No, God wouldn't play this game with them ...