In the Arms of an Angel

Author: 69Chevyimpala

Author's Note: This story doesn't really follow in at any particular point, but It is my first Destiel story though. And please review to tell me what y'all think! (It also keeps me inspired) ^_^ Thanks

Dean ran as fast as he could. Passing trees, cracking sticks, and crunching leafs on his run. He was running from something. But what exactly, he didn't know? All he knew was that he needed to run and not look back. Abruptly he stopped and hid behind an abnormally large tree to catch his breath.

What the hell is going on? He thought. Where am I? Who or what am I running from? How did I get here? All these questions went through his mind, and it was bugging the hell out of him that he couldn't find out the answers to them.

Resting his hands on his knees and bending over slightly he took heavy deep breaths until he heard a familiar voice that could never be mistaken.

"Dean! You can't hide forever!"

Dean heard the voice loud and clear. The footsteps were getting louder, and as they drew closer and closer he took off again at full speed. Sweat dripped down his face as he picked up speed and he became exhausted. Unaware of the steps he took as he ran, he tripped over a soggy log and fell harshly onto the damp ground. Quickly he scrambles to his feet just in time to be tightly grabbed on the neck by a large hand and violently shoved up against a tree bringing him 6 inches off the ground. Dean's eyes slowly focused in on the world around him and once he saw who he was dealing with his mouth fell open speechless.

"Sam!"

"Hey Dean."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know what do you think is going on?" Sam's grip on Dean tightened, as a hateful smile slowly appeared across his face.

"Sam!" Dean choked, trying to pull his brothers strong hands off of his neck. "You got to stop this!"

"Not uh-uh." He smiled shaking his head nonchalantly. "I'm not Sam anymore."

Deans puzzled look grew in its confusion. What was that supposed to mean! He yelled in his head.

Sam was no longer Sam. His brown shoulder length hair became blonde and extended past his shoulders down to his chest. His face was no longer masculine but now long, older, and feminine. Dean was shocked beyond belief as he was now staring straight into the cold, emotionless eyes of his dead mom.

"Hey baby." She said carelessly.

Dean tried to breathe in as deep as he could, giving his current position he was in, while he firmly held on to his mother's arm to stay upright.

"Mom?" He said childlike

"Yes, Dean. It is mom."

Suddenly she began to squeeze her son's neck tighter and tighter as Dean tried hard to fight her hand away from his neck with no luck.

"Where's Cas to help you now Dean! Huh? Where is your precious angel! Looks like he isn't here to save you, is he?" Mary taunted.

Dean stared at her in disbelief. What was he going to do? Nothing; there was nothing for him to do.

Mary laughed. "Oh Dean, I'm sorry it has to end this way." She laughed some more.

But without warning everything around him began shaking.

An earthquake? He thought. No, this can't be.

Everything shook, and slowly but surely his vision became blurred and nothing looked normal anymore.

"Dean!" A voice said. "Dean, wake up!"

Now his surroundings were black and very little light seeped in.

"Dean!" The voice lingered on faintly.

The light started to pour into his vision and the voice calling his name was now booming inside his head. Dean opened his eyes, and jolted out of bed. Sam's hands held a firm grip on his shoulders; Bobby and Cas stood patiently in the background with concerned looks on their faces. Dean wiped sweat from his for head and took his time looking at his surroundings. He could feel the pressure as all eyes were on him.

Dean shuffled out of bed passing Sam and Bobby. He got to Cas and stopped momentarily, just staring at him and looking him over. His messy hair, beige trench coat, tucked in shirt, and his neatly pressed khaki pants. Finally he passed him without saying a word and headed to the bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Sweat dripped down his face soaking his shirt. Roughly he pulled it off and leaned over the sink, splashing water in his face as he recalled the dream he just had.

It was so vivid, too vivid for comfort. He thought

Out of everything that went on in the dream, there was one thing that stood out.

"Where's Cas to save you now?" That line ran constantly through his head and he then realized how much he depended on Cas.

After ten minutes in the bathroom Dean left and went out to the junk yard, filled with rusty, beaten up cars to avoid the conversation Bobby and Sam would most likely start up once they had caught sight of him. He didn't want to be asked any questions or talk about his feelings or do anything at the moment.

Nothing really made sense to him anyway. Was his sleep really causing such a distraction that Sam had to shake him awake? Was it necessary to stare at him like that when he finally did wake? Why the concerned looks? He didn't understand why they acted that way. He knew they cared for him, but he didn't want them to. Well, he didn't really know what he wanted at the moment? Except there was one thing he wanted. He couldn't apprehend the reason behind it, but he knew there was nothing else that could take its place. He wanted Cas. Dean didn't want to believe it but he knew it was true.