I don't own Supernatural. However, I'm getting a hamster tomorrow so I will own that.
Dean was dreaming. He was well aware of it. One of those lucid dreams where he could make anything happen. Of course, he had conjured himself a slice of apple pie. The amazingly hot waitress serving him came to check up on his progress.
"Everything good so far?"
"Everything I could ask for." Dean wiped his mouth and smiled at his dream waitress. "Anything I can do for you?"
She smiled slyly and moved closer, but before she could say anything another voice interrupted her.
"Dean, we need to talk."
Dean turned to find the strange trenchcoated man from the beach and the park. "Not now, can't you see I'm busy with—." Dean looked back at the waitress, but she was gone. "Great. She's gone. Took me a long time to think her up."
"Dean." The dark-haired man did not look amused.
"Why have you been stalking my dreams anyway? This better not be some Freud bullcrap."
The man cocked his head. "I don't understand that reference."
"Of course you don't." Dean leaned back and propped his feet up on the table. "Just tell me what you want so I can get back to my good dream."
"I'm here to tell you that it's your time."
Dean frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You don't need to be afraid."
"What the Hell is this?" Dean stood and stared at the other man.
"I'm supposed to help you. I've been trying for a while."
"Who even are you?"
"I'm Castiel."
"Well, Castiel, you obviously don't know anything about me."
"Dean—"
"No, I don't have to listen to this. This is my dream." Dean snapped his fingers to make Castiel disappear, but nothing happened.
"It won't work, Dean."
"Listen, whatever you are—"
"An angel."
"What?"
"I'm an angel of the Lord."
Dean blinked a few times and snorted. "You can't be serious."
"I assure you I am."
"Yeah, and I'm John Elefante."
Castiel cocked his head and furrowed his brow. "But you're not."
"I need to stop drinking before bed." Dean rolled his eyes and sat back down. "I'll tell ya what. You delivered your message. I'll consider it, so you can go. Leave me be." Dean shut his eyes and leaned back in his chair again. He thought he heard a ruffle of feathers and felt a whoosh of air. The next time he opened his eyes, Castiel was gone. The waitress was nowhere to be found either.
Dean woke suddenly. The conversation from his dream was still fresh in his mind as he ruffled through Sam's things and dug out the laptop. His fingers shook as he typed 'angel castiel' into the search engine. He cursed under his breath and shook his hands violently to get them to stop. The first link was some website about all sorts of angels. He quickly skimmed until he found Castiel's name.
"The angel of Thursdays and travel." He half-laughed at himself for even looking it up, but he kept reading any way. There were a handful of supposed encounters at the bottom of the page. Most were the bright light crap, but a few seemed more reasonable. One in particular mentioned a dark-haired, blue-eyed man with a gravelly voice. More importantly, the man was in a tan coat.
"Dean?" Sam's sleepy voice interrupted Dean's thoughts. "What are you doing?"
"Uh, well, ya know."
"Are you on that porn site again?"
"Yeah! Yeah. Busty Asian Beauties. You caught me." Dean quickly closed the browser and powered the laptop down. "Didn't mean to wake you up. Sorry."
"Just don't download anything. I can't deal with another virus." Sam flipped over and was quickly snoring again.
This isn't lookin' good for Dean... But at least Cas has gotten his name!
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