Chapter 3

The information had been hard to get, but worth it now Morgan knew more about Castiel than ever before. She was tempted not to tell Christian, but knew that if he didn't get the information from her then he would put Dean through the same experience, and even though it had been neccessary, she didn't want him to have to experience it more than once. Christian was waiting in the motel room with a knowing look on his face when she returned from Dean's dream. He couldn't help but join in her laughter as she used Dean's eyes to see the carnage she had created, and smiled broadly at her brother.

"What did you find out, then?" If possible, Morgan's smile got broader. She pulled Christian into a hug and tugged his ear closer to her mouth.

"Let me show you." She gently placed two fingers to his forehead, causing no pain to him like it had Dean. Everything she had managed to take from him before the taller of the three of them had woken him up passed over to Christian, and came away from him with a contented sigh when everything she had learnt had been shared. She suddenly got a niggling feeling that the opinions of Castiel were only one sided, but she neglected to share that with Christian.

"Surely we have enough now to get him without them knowing?" Morgan didn't look convinced.

"I think we need a little more. The taller one in some of the memories - I think we need his opinion and how he knows Castiel."

"How?" Morgan paused. "Morgan. How?"

"Well, I played to his side of it. You play to hers. From what we got off..." She paused again to remember the name of the person she had stolen the thoughts from. "Dean... It seems the tall one prefers her sort to his." Christian nodded. There were ways he could make himself more appealing to the taller one, or he could just go straight in. He was thankful for the messed up way that both he and his sister had been created. Just a couple of small accidents in the non-conventional way, and - poof! - existence from nothing. When it could be revealed why they existed, it would be earth shattering. Morgan and Christian could barely wait.

"Shall we mess with the tall one then? See how he knows Castiel, and take those too?" Morgan's face splitting smile returned.

"I'll let you do it this time Christian. I think it should have settled down again after my... Intrusion." A small look of doubt crossed Christian's face. "What?"

"How can you get into the head of someone you've never met or touched?"

"You can do it. Who threw them in that room? That's how I could get into Dean's head - I helped him up again afterwards." Smiles spread across both their faces.

"Guess I'll see you soon then. I'll bring you the other perspective as soon as I've got it." And with the tiny sound remarkably like the flutter of wings, Christian was gone.

Sam couldn't believe how frenzied Dean had seemed after he had started crying out in pain, and the way he had thrown himself at Castiel like he had never seen him before, or like he had offended him in a way Sam had never seen before either. The frenzy had only really started once Dean had clapped eyes on Castiel, and it just would not compute with Sam as to why. He couldn't exactly ask either because of the way he had to restain Dean. He looked over again at Castiel, the small trickle of blood dried from his nostril to near his chin, passing over his lips, and Sam couldn't help a sigh passing his own. It had been a long night, and he just wanted to sleep. Both beds had been taken though, as he had moved Castiel onto the other bed after Dean had been taken care of. He collapsed on the sofa Castiel had occupied not so long ago, and grumbled slightly because it was too small for his height. He couldn't help but think that they never made sofas large enough.

As soon as Sam had laid his head on the arm of the sofa, sleep claimed him as its own, and he began to dream straight away. He was replaying the events of the day back over in his head, pausing at the house where they had been thrown apart and their peculiar evening had started. The events happened exactly as they had when he was awake, only he noticed the extra man there this time around, with dazzlingly blue eyes. They looked remarkably like Castiel's.

"Cas?" The man shook his head, and smiled one of the brightest smiles that Sam had ever seen as the blue vanished, replaced by black that filled the whole of the eye. Sam jumped back and collided with a wall that he didn't remember being there.

"Okay, this can't be happening... Demons can't get into dreams... This isn't happening." Sam muttered under his breath, pressing hard on the scar on his hand that he had used to get rid of the hallucinations of Lucifer. He opened his eyes as he took his hand off the scar, unaware that he had even shut his eyes in the first place, but the other man was still there.

"What do you want?" Sam shouted it towards the other occupant. He blinked, and the black gave way to the blinding blue, then he smiled again.

"Well, aren't you quick to cotton on? And I'm suprised you jumped so much, you used to love people like me." The smile took a slightly sinister turn when Sam flinched, remembering all the times he had been with Ruby. When he remembered about drinking her blood, he involuntarily licked his lips, causing the other man to laugh.

"Do we taste that good? Do you want some more?" Sam licked his lips again as he noticed the other man pull a box cutter from his pocket, slowly drawing it across his palm, causing blood to drip to the floor. "C'mon, how long has it been since you had some? Think of what you can do with it, how strong you are. Bit of this and you can get rid of me, no problem." He almost sounded like he was purring the words, moving closer to Sam as he spoke until they were barely six inches apart. Sam looked down at the other man, and couldn't help but laugh a little bit when all he saw was the top of his head. He didn't even come up to Sam's shoulder. He was quickly brought out of his laughing when the shorter man began to laugh too, the black eyes of a demon taking over the blue again.

"You should know better than to let someone like me so close." And before Sam could register what he had said, two bloody fingers had been placed against his forehead and a sharp pain filled his head. The shorter man gasped in shock and eyes widened as the information filled his mind. Sam grunted in pain, and Christian could feel that he was nowhere near to screaming out like Dean had done. Unusually though, Christian could feel slight tendrils of thought coming back to him from the connection to the tall one where his fingertips were on his forehead. The feeling annoyed him, like a fly that won't leave you alone and keeps landing on you. Christian swatted the feeling away, only to have it come back each time. It carried on the whole time they were connected, until Christian pulled his fingers away and disappeared before Sam had time to even begin recovering.

Sam woke up with a start, hearing nothing but Dean's quiet snoring and a small thud as he saw Castiel's hand bounce off the lampshade and smack him in the face. Sam snorted, then looked over at the small travel alarm clock on the same table. 06:34. He stood and stretched, moving to the bathroom as he did so, yawning as he opened the bathroom door. Turning on the dim light, he supported himself on the basin as he leaned in closer to the cracked mirror and ran a hand over his jaw, deciding if he needed to shave or not. He let his eyes wander over his features, thinking back on the dream he had just had and the short demon that had casually invaded it. His mind drifted toward the blue/black eyes, and his hand slowly lifted up to where he had touched Sam's forehead. It was warm, but Sam wasn't suprised by that, waking up with a warm or wet forehead depending on the dream he had had. He brought his hand back down, then stopped. There was something red on his fingertips, and he didn't think it was there before he had gone to sleep. If Dean had caught him during his freak out earlier, Sam was going to make sure that he got him back properly. He leaned closer to the mirror, and moved his fringe out of the way so he could properly survey the damage Dean had done. He let his hand fall back down to his side, reaching there before his fringe had even begun to fall back into its normal place. On his forehead were two perfect fingerprints, left in blood by a short demon with blue/black eyes. Why did Sam want to call him Christian? Thinking back on the dream, Sam remembered the innate psychic think he had wanting to reach out and connect with whatever it was the short demon was doing. and Sam thought it had thrown a name out to him. Christian. Well, at least he knew who had invaded his dreams. And why did he have vague memories of him looking for Castiel? Sam just groaned as his head began to protest at him rooting through something that had him very confused. Banging on the bathroom door pulled him out of his thinking, and he turned to the door as someone banged on it again.

"Sam, if you're using all the hot water, I swear..."

"Just a minute! Jesus, Dean." Sam quickly washed the bloody fingerprints off his forehead, and opened the door to let Dean in. "What?"

"C'mon, man, let me in. A guy's gotta take a leak."

"After what you pulled earlier, you think I'm gonna let you?" A confused look crossed Dean's face. "You're telling me you don't remember? Dude, Cas slept like a log after the punches you landed last night." Dean whipped round to see Castiel still asleep on the other bed.

"I did that? Hey, I thought he was on the sofa..."

"Dean!"

"Sorry! I don't remember doing that... What the hell happened, Sam?"

"You don't remember that dream or anything, do you?" Dean shook his head. "Guess that makes three of us who don't really know what happened..."