They appeared nowhere, staying right there in Dean's bunker bedroom. He gave the Angels dick a squeeze, "Ok, how do I get this thing working, is there a "start" button? We didn't go anywhere."

Castiel sighed happily, "If you keep squeezing you will definitely start something and we will get somewhere." He stroked his well groomed beard, "Do you like this?"

"Mmm…I don't know Cas, I kind of like that hobo stubble you usually wear. That's a lot sexier, not that I think your sexy."

"It's a sin to lie to an Angel."

Dean let go and took a step back, "Really?"

Castiel became quite serious, "No, not really but it's not very nice. Dean, we know what the present is already," he glanced over to Dean's fancy bed with the comfortable mattress, "should we take off these wreaths of holly around our heads and cuddle?"

Deans pink tongue darted out wetting his lips from nerves and not seduction, "I'm not big on cuddling but I can give it a shot. So we aren't exploring the present?"

Castiel ditched the beard and went back to stubble then dropped his robe, "I thought we were exploring." There he was wearing only tall, black leather boots and a goofy little smile, Dean was feeling a little lightheaded from all the hotness in front of him.

The Angel stuck out his foot, "Shall I take off my boots?"

"NO! I…I mean you can keep them on if you want to."

Castiel cocked his head and gave that frown that made Dean want to kiss it right off his face, "Are you sure?"

Dean settled on the bed, robe open, holly wreath on the floor and boots on, "I'm sure, so let's cuddle." Dean was surprised that was all they did. Castiel settled in between his legs with erections smashed together and it was Dean that did all the work.

After a liberal drink from the ever present bottle of whiskey to grease the wheels and make it a little less weird, Dean felt up the perky ass of the Angel and rubbed against him. Sure it was awesome but not all he expected. It left the Hunter wanting more and that was exactly what Castiel wanted.

He did however kiss Dean softly then melted against him and close his eyes. Dean dozed off figuring the whole thing was done and over with. He was very wrong.

"Wake up Dean."

There was Castiel with his robe on and hand outstretched, Dean quickly donned his gay apparel and grabbed his hand, "Now what?"

They appeared in Sam's room, baby brother was sitting on the edge of the bed with a glass of whisky in his hand and head bowed. He looked incredibly sad and lonely, Dean felt like his heart was going to break. The last thing he wanted was Sam this way. He reached out but his hand passed right through.

Dean wiped his eyes with the fluffy trim on the grand robe he was wearing, "What's wrong with Sammy?"

"He's worried about you, the way you mask your pain by drinking too much and having intercourse with anything that moves. Sam knows you Dean, when you smile too much, joke and laugh too loudly...he feels sad for you. Oh, Sam also feels sad for himself. He is almost as broken as you are, it's late at night when he drinks and has his private pity party."

Dean went to stand in front of Sam, he tried to brush the long hair back that fell over his brother's face but again he couldn't physically affect anything around him. "I'm sorry Sam, sorry that your life turned out like this. I wish I could do something to make it better."

Dean was suddenly back in his bed and all alone. He knew there was one more trip coming, the future and that was the one he dreaded the most.

…..

Castiel appeared dressed in a neatly cut black suit and tie. He was sans trench coat and was looking more like a movie hit man than an Angel. Dean got up and found himself in the same clothing.

"So now where do we go?"

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's waist and whispered in his ear, "The future."

…..

They appeared in a dingy bar Dean recognized as a Hunters bar. Sam was in the corner with an older man and both were drinking. Dean walked over and pointed to the stranger, "Who the hell is that, where did I go?"

"That is Sam's new hunting partner, you are dead so he decided to continue the good fight along with an old friend of Bobby Singers."

"Son of a…he replaced me?"

"Yes, Sam couldn't stand to be alone on the road anymore."

Dean exhaled sharply as he rubbed the back of his neck, "So how did I die, demon…monster…liver disease?"

"You crashed the Impala into a tree after a bender. There was no coming back from that, you died alone. Thankfully no one else was hurt."

Dean staggered back and sat heavily on a rickety bar stool, "Baby is gone…I'm not coming back, Sam is with this dude?"

"Yes."

"Well where the hell are you Cas, why can't you be with Sam?"

"Sam didn't want my help, I was called back home."

They appeared back at the bunker in Sam's bedroom. There was an ornate urn sitting on his dresser filled with Dean's ashes. "Sam couldn't stand to be without you even in death. He kept your remains and built this sort shrine to you Dean."

Dean sobbed loudly then the tears came easily enough. He picked up his old Zippo and hunting knife Sam kept by the urn along with a photo of them together. Dean's favorite tactile jacket was hanging on the wall next to the dresser. It was the saddest memorial he had ever seen in his life.

"Cas I don't want this anymore, I can change I promise. I'm so fucking tired, lonely and empty inside. How does the line go…these are but shadows of things to come or something like that, I can change I swear!"

Castiel stood there, hands folded neatly in front of him and wearing his maddening stoic expression. He watched Dean break down and that was when the Angel knew that he was sincere and they could continue their journey together.

"Dean you were given free will, these are only shadows of things that might be. You are the captain of your own life; would you like to see another possible future?"

He nodded quickly like a bobble head, "Yeah please Cas show me something good because everything except the cuddling was a real downer."

The Angel unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick.

Dean grasped it and cracked a smile, "You actually have a sense of humor don't you?"

"You asked to see something good. All joking aside are you ready?"

He gave the plumping Angel penis a squeeze, "Oh yeah baby, show me."

TBC