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Chapter Five
"You have such promise Dean…"
Blood ran thick and fast from the girl's bare stomach.
"Such potential…"
The razor blade slipped through bare skin smoothly, like a hot knife to butter.
"Such skill…"
A blood curdling scream, followed by mumbled groans and sounds of pain filled the room.
"My star student"
Alistair grinned widely and patted Dean on the back.
Setting the razor aside, Dean made a move to pick up the hot poker and finally made eye contact with a set of pleading brown eyes in front of him.
"Please…no more" The girl whined, her eyes filled to the brim with tears and begging with her torturer.
"I'm so sorry" Dean whispered, letting a tear fall down his face.
A pain filled scream echoed in his ears and then it was black.
"NO"
The sound of his own voice woke Dean up.
It took a minute for Dean's breathing to slow down, as he took in his surroundings of yet another dusty motel room and sighed heavily.
Another fucking nightmare.
"Dean, are you OK?"
Sam's concerned voice registered in his ears moments later, making him jump slightly. Dean had gotten so used to Sam not being around these days, it actually surprised him when he was there.
"Dean?"
Dean glanced across the room and noticed Sam sitting at the table on his laptop, the sun glared through the window bouncing off the laptop screen.
That's when Dean realised he had fallen asleep in the middle of the day.
"Damn it" He mumbled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and burying his face in hands.
"Was it a nightmare?" Sam asked cautiously.
Dean sighed and got up off the bed, heading over to the table and taking a seat next to Sam.
"Nothing I can't handle" He muttered quietly.
"Dean…"
"I said I'm fine Sam, drop it…"
Sam threw his oldest brother a look of defeat and turned back to his laptop. He should have known better than to ask, Dean wasn't going to tell him anything.
"…So we found out anymore about this case?" Dean asked, thinking a change of subject was definitely in order. It was going to be a long day.
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Dean grinned to himself as he and Sam entered the motel room. It had been a while since they had a good old fashioned haunting to take care of and it made Dean feel weirdly sentimental.
"I'm gonna hit the shower Sammy" Dean declared, ridding himself of his jacket and dirty t-shirt on the way to the bathroom.
Before the bathroom door closed, Dean heard the faint ring of Sam's cell phone and his brother's voice echo the name Ruby.
Good mood? Officially ruined.
Dean slammed the bathroom door shut and rolled his eyes, stepping in front of the mirror and sink, taking in his own reflection.
He sighed loudly to himself, wondering why the hell that bitch of a demon couldn't leave his brother alone for two seconds and the most part of Dean knew that Sam wouldn't be there once his shower was over.
He bent down, turning on the tap and splashed cold water over his face. Dean squeezed his eyes tightly shut, as the water rolled down over his features.
Dean slowly opened his eyes, head still bent down over the sink and when his eyesight met with his open hands, he reeled back in shock.
"What the hell"
Blood.
Dark red blood everywhere, all over his hands and running freely from the tap, splashing the cream ceramic of the sink with red spots.
Panic started to flood the hunters system, his vision shot up to the mirror and all he could see was blood.
The red substance was smeared all over his face, running down over his eyelids, nose and mouth in little red droplets.
Dean turned around frantically and pushed the nozzle on the shower, turning it on in a desperate plea to wash the blood away.
His eyes widened as the shower started to spray out blood, splattering the tiles and shower floor red.
"SAM!" Dean yelled for help, making a rush for the bathroom door and swinging it open.
Dean's heart was racing fast and feeling as though it was about to break out through his chest at any given moment. His eyes searched the motel room for any sign of Sam, but there was nobody.
Vision was becoming blurred; he felt a wave of sickness flood his system and his knees give way, causing Dean to plummet to the ground with a thud. He was shaking uncontrollably and trying hard to stand himself up.
Dean glanced down at his own body, noticing blood now pouring rapidly down his bare chest and sharp agonising pains shooting through his neck, head, chest and arms.
"HELP…SOMEBODY PLEASE" He yelled again into the empty space.
"Nobody is coming for you Dean…"
Alistair's twisted, grating voice brought Dean's cry for help to an instant stop and he froze.
The demon kneeled down in front of Dean so they were now eye level and grabbed the hunters chin forcefully.
"Nobody cares Dean…"
"You're not here, you're not…you can't be real" Dean Spat out, blood now filling the inside of his mouth.
Alistair looked directly into Dean's eyes, in a way that made the hunter shiver and his insides twist.
"Oh but I am Dean and I have missed you SO much…it's time for you to return to the pit…with me"
"Never" Dean snarled, glaring hard at the demon.
"Nobody wants you here Dean…you don't have anyone, except me. You're better off in the pit" Alistair chuckled, spitting out his final words.
"NO"
Dean cried out as Alistair released him and he fell to the floor shaking uncontrollably in a pool of blood.
"Dean…Dean…"
A hand gripped his shoulder tightly. He could hear his name.
"Dean…"
A low voice echoed in the back of his mind, but he couldn't focus enough to make out who it was.
"DEAN!"
The yell of his name and a swift punch across the face, brought Dean back to reality.
He stared up into a very familiar set of blue eyes, looking down at him concerned.
"Cas?" He choked out, his vision straightening out as he saw the angel kneeling beside him on the floor.
"Yes, it's me Dean."
The hunter reeled back slightly and pushed himself to sit up.
No pain.
He checked his hands and chest…
No Blood.
Ran one hand down his face to inspect…
No Blood.
His eyes frantically darted around the room…
No Alistair.
*What the hell*
"Dean, what happened?"
The angel still held onto Dean's shoulder tightly in comfort, his voice bringing the hunter back to here and now.
"I don't…I don't know. There was blood Cas…everywhere and Alistair was here…"
Castiel looked at Dean, slightly confused by his words but as a precaution he darted his eyes around the room for any signs of blood and gave Dean a quick look over.
"Dean…I don't see any blood and no demons have been here, I would sense it. Did you have another nightmare?"
The hunter shook his head in disbelief.
"No…I wasn't asleep. I was awake Cas, it was real…it felt so real. I could see the blood…TASTE the blood. The pain was unbearable…it was…I think Alistair was here…He…I…"
Dean could feel frustration bubbling inside of him; it had all felt so real.
"It sounds like an illusion…a hallucination. Either way you're OK now, are you injured?" Cas asked slowly, trying to figure out what the hell was going on himself, he was just as confused as Dean.
Checking himself for any kind of injury, Dean shook his head when he found nothing and pushed himself to stand up off the floor.
"No…I'm fine. I don't understand what happened"
"I'm not sure I do either. I heard your cry for help and responded immediately. This is where I found you, shaking on the floor"
Dean sat down on the edge of his bed, trying to piece together what the hell had just happened. The bed dipped slightly as he felt the angel sit next to him.
"Dare I ask where your brother is?"
The hunter glanced to Cas, shooting him a glare that clearly said 'why the hell do you bother asking'.
"With her…he was actually here minutes before…well…whatever the hell this is, just happened…"
Dean sighed heavily, focusing his gaze on the spot where he lay moments before.
"He said…nobody cares, nobody wants me…" Dean continued, never taking his eyes off the floor.
"Sam said that?" Castiel asked carefully.
"No not Sam…Alistair."
"He wasn't real Dean".
Dean ignored the statement from the angel beside him and continued.
"He said that I had nobody except for him and my place was in the pit."
"You know that isn't true Dean."
"Do I? I mean where the hell was Sam when I had this little mental breakdown? Real or not, Alistair was right."
"You have me Dean" Cas stated simply, placing a hand on Dean's knee in comfort.
Finally Dean raised his eyes to look directly at Castiel and their souls met in that moment.
There was a silent beat, before Dean found himself subconsciously leaning in towards the angel for a second time that week.
Lips met once again in a crushing kiss, almost throwing Castiel off guard and yet he wasn't entirely surprised by the action this time around.
They kissed frantically, tongues met in a display of want and it was clear Dean needed this, to get lost in Castiel and forget the night's events.
It was clear to him that the angel was inexperienced, it showed in the kissing and yet Dean couldn't care less.
Same went for the fact he was kissing his friend, an angel of the lord and well…a dude. But it was passionate, hot, fast and full of neediness.
That is exactly what Dean wanted and needed at this very moment. He was going to live for tonight, if nothing else and the kissing was just the start.