*The scene on the dock is taken from the scene in "Rapture." Obviously, the dialogue ain't mine.

Chapter 2

There was something wrong.

Castiel could hear the whispers amongst his brethren. Whispers of an angel falling. Whispers of an angel sinning. Whispers of Zachariah's anger. Whispers of punishment.

Then Castiel received a summons from Zachariah. A summons requesting his presence, sooner rather than later.

Castiel knew something had happened. Somehow… someone knew what he had done… someone had seen…

Then another, more terrifying thought crossed his mind.

What if Dean had found out?

He decided he had to talk to Dean. Now.

***

He slipped into the hunter's dream quickly and effortlessly. He found Dean sitting contently in a chair on a dock by a lake. He was gazing out over the lake, looking much more calm and relaxed then Castiel had seen him for a long time. He realized at that moment that Dean didn't know, couldn't know. But that didn't bring him comfort. In fact, it only served to make Castiel want to talk to him more. Talk to him before someone else did.

He stood next to Dean, his voice tense.

"We need to talk."

He saw Dean jump slightly out of the corner of his eye. He refused to allow himself to look at the hunter directly, afraid of what it might make him do.

"I'm dreaming aren't I?" Dean said, sounding slightly disappointed.

Castiel could feel his insides quake despite the fact that they were in Dean's dream.

"It's not safe here. Someplace more private," He said quickly, anxiously.

There wasn't much time. He could already hear the whispers of the angels. Whispers that something was going on. Whispers that Zachariah was getting angry. Whispers wondering where Castiel was.

Dean didn't seem to sense the urgency in Castiel's voice.

"More private? We're inside my head."

"Exactly." Castiel nervously looked around before fixing his gaze on Dean. His heart jumped slightly as he took in the full sight of Dean, but pushed the feelings aside. There wasn't time. "Someone could be listening."

At that statement Dean really looked at the angel, realizing that there was something urgent in Castiel's voice. "Cas, what's wrong?"

Castiel felt a wave of relief course through him as he saw he had finally reached Dean. He pulled out a piece of folded paper and handed it to him.

"Meet me here. Go now."

He left before Dean had a chance to reply. Castiel could only hope that Dean would read its contents and go as quickly as possible to meet him at the location. He had to make sure he talked to Dean first. To try to explain the truth to him before someone else did it. He prayed Dean would forgive him.

***

Dean's eyes flew open with a gasp. He was no longer at the lake. Instead he was in the latest motel room he and Sam had chosen to stay at. He sat up and saw on the nearby alarm clock that it was only 2:30 in the morning. He then looked over at the other bed and nearly growled with annoyance at seeing it empty.

"Damn it, Sam!" Dean ground out as he swung his legs out of bed. He reached over and grabbed the cell phone sitting next to the alarm clock and quickly punched in Sam's number.

"Hello?" Sam's voice answered after three rings.

"Sam! Where are you? It's fucking 2:30 in the morning!"

"Sorry, man! I got hungry and you were actually sleeping good for once. So I ran out to grab some food. Why, what's up?"

"Get back here. Now. We have to get moving. I'll explain it to you when you get here."

Dean hung up before Sam could reply. He got up and began throwing their belongings into the duffle bags while simultaneously getting dressed. He was worried. He had never seen Castiel like that before. The angel had actually seemed… afraid.

Dean hated to admit to the feelings he felt inside of himself every time the angel was around. Dean savored his presence, wishing it would last longer and longer every time. Of course, there was no way he would ever say anything. Christ, he was screwed up, but not that screwed up!

But yet… there was something… missing… something felt out of place… Dean couldn't put his finger on it. But he felt like he was supposed to remember something… something that was just beyond his grasp.

About ten minutes after Dean had called, Sam pulled into the parking spot in front of their room. By the time he entered Dean had already had all of their belongings packed and ready, a skilled developed over years of practice.

"Dean, what the hell's going on?" Sam asked confused.

"Cas showed up in my dream," Dean said quickly as he shoved a bag into Sam's startled hands while grabbing the other two sitting nearby. "He said he needed to talk to me and gave me an address to meet him at. Something's wrong, Sam. He wasn't acting right. He was worried about someone listening, someone hearing us."

Sam followed him out and slung his bag into the car with the ones Dean threw in.

"Alright. And I've got some stuff to tell you about too."

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