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When they reached Bobby's Salvage yard, it was way past midnight, and everyone was asleep in the car except Dean of course.
When he pulled up and parked he stared at the house for a couple of minutes. He knew Bobby was going to be pissed when he came in.
So he was wondering if he should bring his family in with him first to make Bobby concentrate on that instead of him, or just go face it like a man. It took him two seconds to decide.
He shook John awake, and looked at his mother and Sam in the back.
"Rise and shine!" He shouted and Sam leaped awake shrieking. Dean burst out laughing and Sam punched him in the shoulder, glaring as he rubbed his eyes. Mary woke up much more slowly while John was already outside. He was scanning the place with a flashlight and looked back at Dean.
"You didn't mention a salvage yard." Even in this light, Dean could see the excitement in his eyes.
"Yeah.. If I did I was scared you were going to just take over the wheel and make sure we'd get there in half the time." Dean joked and stretched as he got out. He didn't take much time to bend down and sniff the roses though.
"Get your things. I'll go chat to Bobby." Dean said as he walked off to the front door of Bobby's.
He never knocked these days, but it must've been the time to do that, because as soon as he entered, there was a new bullet hole beside his head.
Wincing, he reopened his eyes and looked to see Bobby sitting at his small table in the kitchen, holding a shotgun.
"You're aim is getting poor old man." He said after he got over the fact that Bobby shot at him. He got over it pretty quickly anyway, since it wasn't the first time, and it definitely won't be the last. Besides, he didn't hit him. It'd be a different story if Bobby actually shot him.
"Dean?! I heard a gunshot!" John ran up and saw the bullet hole in the wall by Dean's head, and his gaze turned fiery as he saw Bobby.
"What the hell are you doing?" He shouted at Bobby, but Dean was already shoving his father outside.
"Just get your shit and wait." Dean said and closed the door behind John.
He turned back to Bobby so he could chat with him. That idea was put on hold however when Dean was unexpectedly brought into a tight hug. All of his air was squeezed out at once.
"Dammit you damned boy.. You should'a fucking called!" Bobby shouted so loud, Dean knew his family would hear every word.
"Yeah about that.. Got my phone taken away when I got back to the school." Dean said smoothly as Bobby finally stopped hugging him to assess him.
"Do you have it now?" Bobby grunted, and Dean thought of lying, but knew it'd be a lost cause. Bobby could always figure out when he was lying. He shyly dug into his pocket and fished out his phone. A second later, he was smacked over his head.
"Look Bobby, it's been super busy anyway, okay? I had freakin exams and shit, then I was sent back home."
Instantly Bobby's eyes darkened.
"So I suppose that's your family out there then?" He asked as he clicked the safety off his gun again, and Dean rolled his eyes and brought the barrel of the gun down with his hand so it was pointing at the floor.
"Yeah. And you're not gonna shoot 'em." He said and Bobby stared at him with disbelief in his eyes.
"What happened to those nights where you were cursing their names? Where yer nightmares were full of 'em turning on ya? What happened?" He demanded, and as Dean opened his mouth to respond, it was suddenly full of water. Holy water actually.
Dean took the moment to turn and spit, then look at Bobby with an unimpressed expression.
"Funny. But actually I'm saving their asses right now." He said as he accepted the offered towel from Bobby to wipe down his face.
"What happened?" Bobby asked again, and Dean looked over the towel before he dropped it on the table.
"Demons." He said nothing else, because nothing else was needed. Bobby knew of his and Cas's predicament and Bobby warned him that if he returned home then he'd just be getting his family involved.
"I told you." Bobby said, in suddenly a slightly sassy tone as he set his shotgun down on the table.
"Can we stay here for a couple days then? I need to show them our world, so they can defend themselves. Mary seems to know to an extent of hunting already, but Sam and John are clueless." Dean spoke as he looked out the window at his family still in the yard. He could see John already looking at the different cars and trucks like a little kid at Wal-Mart in the toys aisle.
"Fine. That means you're not dumping them here with me though." Dammit, Bobby already saw straight through his plan. By Dean's silence, Bobby got enraged.
"That was your damn plan, wasn't it! You're planning on going after this demon yourself, and you don't plan to come back!"
Dean uncomfortably shifted against the counter he was leaning over, and Bobby spun him around so they were staring at each other.
"Do you know you're being stupid right now?" Bobby snarled in his face, and Dean frowned.
"If it means to save the world, then sorry Bobby but I'd rather choose my death over thousands." He said before he pushed the older man off him.
"I'm getting my family in here. They'll all sleep in the same guest room. I'll get the cot ready for Sammy." He explained quickly as he went through the door and left a fuming Bobby to stare after Dean.
When Dean approached his family, they stared at him worriedly. Mary was holding Sam close, and John stopped looking at cars to stare at his son.
"So.. Bobby is a good guy I swear. He's just having a rough time right now with all his back cramps and stuff but he won't shoot at you, I promise." He said, and John rose an eyebrow.
"He shot at you." John retorted, and Dean grunted.
"Yeah cus he's a paranoid old bastard. Get your shit and let's get inside. It's cold." Dean was tired after driving eight hours, and he just wanted to sleep on the couch. If his family didn't trust Bobby, then fine they could sleep in one of the many cars around here.
When his family remained silent, he led them inside when he grabbed his own duffel bag, and was pleasantly surprised when Bobby greeted them with beers and smiles. Although Dean could still sense Bobby's frustration at him. He was just happy that Bobby was deciding to look past it right now for his family. Although he knew Bobby hasn't heard good things about them until now.
Everyone managed to get past the fact that Bobby had warding's around the house, and a weapon in every corner. John actually started looking at them, which made Dean nervous of a discharge.
He left the room soon after that and went to the guest room. It was the exact way he left it. Heck, the glass of water he left on the bedside dresser was still there. He made sure the bed wasn't infested by bed bugs, and grabbed the cot from the closet and set it up with ease.
Soon, Sam was standing at the entrance and Dean looked at him.
"What is it?" He asked, and Sam fidgeted slightly before he walked in.
"I dunno if I like it here." He spoke quietly and Dean felt his annoyance grow to impatience quickly. If Sam doesn't like it here then his parents will listen to his wishes. No questions asked.
Well.. That was what it was like when Sam was ten. He's not sure if it's still like that however.
"Don't worry Sam. I swear this is the safest place in the world right now, okay? Bobby and I can keep you, mom, and dad safe." He swore and gave a reassuring smile.
Sam kept his eyes on the floor however, and Dean wondered what else could be wrong.
"If you're busy protecting us.. Who's gonna protect you and Bobby then?" He asked and Dean rose his eyebrows slightly in surprise. Damn the kid and his questions that he couldn't answer.. So he went for the easiest one oof the top of his head.
"I don't need protecting. I'm too good." Dean smirked then added "Cas can also protect me" as an afterthought.
"Where has he been though?" Sam asked, and Dean honestly didn't know.
"I dunno. Do I look like I track all his movements?" He asked as he sat down on the cot.
"No.. But you should." Sam pouted slightly, and Dean almost laughed.
"Are you worrying about Cas?" He asked, and Sam shrugged and looked at Dean this time.
"The world is dangerous." He said simply, and Dean wondered how the hell Sam had become so wise in a day.
"Alright well.. Cas is fine. He isn't stupid." Dean said, but with Sam reminding him of his best friend, he felt the familiar worry settle in his stomach again. He'd probably just wash it out with beer though.
"Are we all sleeping in here?" Sam changed the subject, and Dean was relieved he did so he relaxed more.
"Yeah. You're sleeping on this." He patted the cot and grinned widely at Sam's look.
"Is that even safe to sleep on?"
"Well I'm sitting on it now, so as long as you don't roll off you should be fine." Dean explained as he stood up and walked out of the room, Sam on his heels.
"You hungry?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged.
"I guess."
Dean then wondered if Bobby has been on a food run recently..
He approached the older hunter and saw that his parents and Bobby were sitting at the table, all drinking beers. He was surprised enough to see Mary halfway through hers. She seemed too... Fair and graceful for beer. He looked past that though when all the adults looked at them expectantly.
"Do you got any food Bobby?" Dean asked, and Bobby snorted.
"If I did, do you think we'd just be drinking beer?" He asked, and John chuckled. Dean's eyebrow twitched and he sighed roughly.
"I'll go out for a grocery run then. Sam, just go read your nerd books." He said as he ruffled Sam's hair, and the other slapped Dean's hand away quickly.
"It's homework Dean! Everybody does it!" He shouted but Dean could see the twinkle in Sam's eyes.
"You sure you wanna go alone?" Bobby asked, but Dean knew what he truly meant.
"Yeah I'm sure. Thanks for your concern." Dean smirked at the older man who grunted and looked away.
"Yeah yeah. Just get moving." He said and Dean walked outside. In less than ten minutes, he was back out onto the road.
The three adults watched the Impala pull out onto the road, and John leaned back in his seat.
"Bobby.. What was Dean like when he was here?" He asked, and Bobby looked away from the window to the Winchester's.
He wanted to spill about Dean's nightmares and self-loathing issues, but he was sure Dean wouldn't be pleased to come back and have one of those "chick-flick moments" with his parents.
"He had his struggles." Bobby said simply, and John looked annoyed at the response. Mary didn't look much better.
"Elaborate." John responded and took another swig from his beer.
"Well.. He was short-tempered, horny, and basically PMS-ing half the time." Bobby told them, and failed to keep the joking tone from his voice, so Mary finally pulled out her final card. The puppy dog eyes.
Bobby took one look, and he felt his dam break.
"Okay so.. He had nightmares from killing stuff. He'd usually wake up screaming or something. He's said a couple times that he-" Bobby suddenly breaks off and his eyes widened. It suddenly felt like he cured himself from a curse. That was probably what it was. Mary's damn eye's work wonders..
"Balls!" He curses and stands up and storms outside. Mary had already heard enough though, and she put her head in her hands.
"John what have we done?" She asked quietly, and John sipped more on his beer, trying to buy himself time to respond.
"Uh well.. We neglected our son's problems and basically sent him off so somebody else could deal with him." John decided to put down his beer when he said that..
Mary stiffened and John half expected to be clocked by his wife because of how she's been acting recently, but instead her body began to shake with sobs. He instantly went to her side of the table and hugged her.
"Shh.." He whispered as he scooted onto her seat and cradled her. She buried her face in his neck and he felt her warm tears on his skin. He sighed, and closed his eyes.
Never before had he felt like they had screwed up so badly.
Dean tapped the steering wheel as he blasted Metalhead on the speakers, and sang along.
He's been on the road for about fifteen minutes, and he had already almost fallen asleep at the wheel so he had his music turned up all the way to keep himself preoccupied.
Suddenly, it all went silent and Dean frowned and went to fix whatever the hell went wrong with his sound system when Castiel's voice stopped him.
"Hello Dean." He greeted from the passenger seat, and Dean kept his cool this time since he was driving a moving vehicle on a highway, and didn't want to swerve because Cas surprised him.
"Howdy Cas." Dean responded as he continued to tamper with the sound system until he knew it wasn't going to work.
"How was the drive to Bobby's today?" Cas asked as he watched Dean intently. Dean kept glancing from the road to meet Castiel's stare.
"Alright I guess. Would've been better if I wasn't worrying about you though." Dean knew he had to be straightforward with Cas, or he wasn't going to understand what Dean was getting at.
"I apologize Dean, but some angel's appeared and I wanted them away from you and your family. I did come check up on some points though." The angel explained and Dean felt more reassured by his answer.
"Good to hear. So where are those angels now?" He asked and Castiel gave a small, cheeky grin that he had obviously picked up from Dean since he hung around the hunter so often.
"I led them straight into demons that were looking for you. I'm not sure how the battle ended, but I feel good that I set it up anyway." He explained and Dean threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"God damn that's awesome Cas." He said and Cas smiled bigger at Dean's praise.
"So what are you doing now?" Castiel asked as he looked at the road ahead of them for the first time.
"Getting food since Bobby's fridge is more empty than.. Never mind." Dean was going to say something rude like "Cas's sex life" but then thought better of it.
Castiel frowned at the response Dean was about to give when he looked back outside in front of them. They both remained silent after that and Dean was relieved when his music came back on.
As time went on, Dean got closer to the supermarket and it was already five in the morning. The streets were practically empty.
He was so in-tuned with the music, that he didn't even notice the demon that jumped out in front of the car until the last second when Cas screamed out at Dean.
He went swerving as the demon used it's super strength to nearly flip the car and his head hit the window hard and he winced. The Impala came to a full stop, and as it settled down, he grabbed at his forehead to look over at Cas, only to see he was gone. He wasn't sure what he was more irked about. Cas ditching him or the demon laying his filthy hands on his baby.
"Dammit Cas!" He cursed as he looked around the Impala but it was only holding one person in it.
Suddenly, his car door was ripped open by the demon, and Dean was dragged out by the demon.
As Dean was brought onto his back, he caught sight of the demon over him and his lip curled.
Yellow Eyes.
He tried to fight back but it was a losing battle from the start.
"Heya Dean." He winked before he punched Dean hard in his face, and brought Dean into an unconscious state quickly.
Yellow Eyes straightened up and looked around the area before he grabbed Dean's shoulder and teleported them out of there.
Mary was just approaching the bed when a man appeared behind her. She sensed the new appearance and screamed as she fell back and stared at the man in shock.
"Mary I'm sorry." Cas said in a rushed voice, and looked around wildly. Sam was sitting up from his cot with wide eyes, while John burst into the room from the sound of Mary's scream.
"I need Bobby." Cas told them quickly, and John frowned.
"I think he's outside somewhere." He said unhelpfully, and Cas went straight to the window and his eyes scanned the yard. He didn't see the older hunter anywhere, or sense him.
"Cas what's wrong?" Sam asked as he climbed out of the cot and went to stand in front of the angel. The dark haired man reluctantly turned to him.
"Dean's in trouble." He said as he made way for the door, but John stopped him, growling.
"What the hell happened?" He demanded and Cas clenched his fists in impatience.
"It was the Yellow Eyed Demon. He made Dean crash and I left to come back here to get help. I'm no match for the Yellow Eyed Demon." He explained quickly, and John ran his fingers through his hair fast.
"So you should've just taken Dean away!" He shouted, his voice leveling more and more as his anger did the same.
"It was too late. Yellow Eyes would've known where I took him." Castiel said as he shoved past John, not caring if he was rude now. He needed to get to Bobby asap. So he raced through the house, John behind him and reached the Yard outside first. They both were shouting his name loudly until Bobby's head poked up behind a rusty ford.
"Whaddya want?" He grunted, but knew it was serious since Castiel was running straight towards him.
"Do you know of the Samuel Colt gun, Bobby?" He demanded and Bobby looked startled.
"Well.. Yeah but that's a bedtime story." He said, squinting in confusion. Castiel nodded firmly.
"Yes I'm well aware of that, but it doesn't matter. Do these stores include where the gun would be? Figuratively?" He asked and Bobby looked bewildered as he shook his head.
"No.. Cas what's going on?" He asked and Castiel quickly explained what happened to Dean.
"Dammit... Alright let's find this damn gun. I'll start calling all my friends." He said as he rushed off to the house. Cas disappeared as well, going to search the planet for the gun. John was left alone, and he gripped his hair as he thought of his eldest kidnapped by an apparently super strong demon.
"Damn.." John whispered and raced after Bobby.
"Wakey wakey Dean! I thought it wasn't good for human's to sleep more than twelve hours."
Dean felt a hard, unforgiving slap on his cheek that roused him far too quickly from the darkness. Colors danced in his vision as he opened his eyes. He swore the yellow eyes in the man was just his vision, but then his memory snapped back, and he was instantly on guard, growling and snarling. . Then he realized as an afterthought that he was tied to a wooden chair that stung his ass from sitting on it for probably a while now.
"Is that really how you should treat me, Dean-o? After I went through all that work to find you?" Yellow Eye's smirked as he approached Dean, who just glared in return.
"I do have to be honest.. It took much longer than I expected to find you. But now that I have, I have a proposition for you." He said as he circled around Dean, who didn't even bother to try to keep him in his eyesight the entire time, and just kept his gaze straight ahead.
"Whatever it is, and I don't care what it is, I'm gonna say no." He spoke firmly, and in a strong voice that had no fear in it. Yellow Eye's wasn't having any of it.
"So.. Let's say I can promise the safety of your family if you agree to my demand?" Yellow Eye's almost found it amusing when he saw Dean perk slightly at that.
Dean continued to stay silent, but he glared at the demon less harshly than before.
"Let's say.. You help me with my demon army, and your family won't be killed." Yellows Eye's grinned, and instantly the light disappeared from Dean's eyes.
"Never." He growled, and turned his head stubbornly away until Yellow Eye's leaned over him.
"Let me tell you a story, Dean-o." He murmured as he tilted Dean's head towards him.
"I'm sure you can explain it from a couple feet away." Dean sneered in disgust, and the demon rose an eyebrow, but decided to sit on the nearby table anyway.
"Let's begin with way back then.. You have a very special bloodline Dean-o. You carry the blood of descendant's from Cain and Abel." Dean rose an eyebrow at that.
"Don't most people?" He asked curiously, and Yellow Eye's carried on anyway, like Dean didn't speak.
"Cain and Abel are also your direct ancestor's, which makes you and Sam so special. You know how Cain slayed his younger brother Abel, so Abel would go to heaven, and Cain would go to hell. Well.. Let's say this has become a precedent." He smirked at the horror that grew quickly into Dean's eyes.
"Never!" He barked, struggling against his bonds wildly, but Yellow Eye's simply cackled loudly.
"You know it's going to happen Dean. One will go up there-" He pointed skywards, "and one will go down there." He tapped his foot on the ground, and winked.
"It's bound to happen, and if fate serves correctly in the end, one of you will become a Knight of Hell. Just. Like. Cain." Dean winced as Yellow Eyes spoke with each word said slowly to him, and Dean looked away.
"I'll never kill Sam." He said, and Yellow Eye's shrugged.
"Cain wasn't killing Abel to be malicious. He was doing it to save Abel. Wouldn't you do the same? Sacrifice yourself for anyone?" Yellow Eye's pressed on him, and Dean felt incredibly annoyed, because he couldn't anything. He didn't want to agree with the demon, but he was true. If Sam was guaranteed a safe passage to Heaven while he went to hell, then he'd agree in a heartbeat.
"Lucifer has been expecting one of you for quite a while now." Yellow Eye's shrugged, and Dean paused.
"Lucifer as in... Satan? The devil?" He questioned him quickly, feeling puzzled and unsure.
"Yeah of course. He has been waiting for two brothers like you and Sammy for a while now. Of course the younger hasn't exactly turned out exactly the way we planned, but it's all good. It's still an annoyance that you turned out to be the rebellious one.." Yellow Eye's went on, and Dean growled and clenched his hands.
"You stay away from Sammy. You have me, so that should be good enough."
"Sometime's that isn't enough, Dean-o. We need both brothers in order for one to kill the other." He said, and Dean opened his mouth to say something else, when Dean saw Castiel and Bobby appear in the room. It was brought upon Dean that everything was happening too quickly, and he just felt incredibly confused and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Cover your eyes boy!" Bobby shouted when a light appeared in Castiel's eyes. Dean couldn't particularly cover his eyes so he tightly closed them and bent his head over. Suddenly, Dean heard a scream, and he knew there was intense light behind his eyelids but he never opened his eyes. He heard Yellow Eye's screaming fade, and when his eyes only saw darkness again he peeked one eye open slowly, before he opened them both and was surprised at the mess the place became.
Bobby was instantly behind him, untying him and Dean winced as his knife nicked his hand as he was cutting at the rope around his wrists.
"Whoops sorry son." Bobby apologized, but he didn't sound sorry which pissed Dean off a little.
"Just get me out." Dean grumbled before he heard the final snap of the rope and he felt the pressure leave his wrists and he immediately brought them to his chest and rubbed his wrists.
"Ugh you got any lotion at home?" Dean asked and Bobby rose an eyebrow.
"Do I look like I use lotion?" He asked as he helped Dean stand up.
"I think I've got a concussion or something." Dean groaned as his head felt incredibly heavy, and everything felt disoriented.
"We'll get you home and in bed. Now let's go." Bobby said as Castiel walked over and frowned.
"Dean I can heal your injuries." He said and pressed two fingers to Dean's head. Instantly Dean felt better, but he was still exhausted and slumped in Bobby's hold on him.
"When was the last time you got a good sleep?" Bobby asked as he practically dragged Dean to the car, and Dean knew the subtext that Bobby implied. "When was the last time you slept without a nightmare?" Dean honestly didn't know the answer, so he acted like he wasn't listening and let Bobby place him in the passenger seat in the Impala.
As Bobby began to drive back to the house with Cas in the back, Dean closed his eyes and immediately fell into dreamland.. Or nightmareland.
Dean was sitting in the Impala, and everything was normal. John was teaching Dean how to drive, and as soon as Dean parked the Impala in the driveway, he expected to hear John's encouraging words. Instead he heard the Yellow Eyed Demon.
"Don't see why you're dreaming of this. You took your driving test on your own, and your passenger was a weird, fat guy."
Dean immediately went to jump out but the door didn't budge. He fingered at the lock system but the door remained tightly shut. He finally realized this was either a dream, or Yellow Eye's was possessing his father..
"So we gotta have a chat Dean-o, and our chat before was interrupted." The Yellow Eyed Demon carried on and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Look, Yellow Eyes this is how things are gonna go. I'm gonna wake up, then I'm going to find you eventually and kill you." He swore, and Yellow Eye's grinned.
"Please, just call me Azazel. Also, you're not waking up until I let you, so get comfortable." To elaborate, Azazel crossed his legs and stared expectantly at Dean.
Frustrated, Dean turned towards Azazel and focused his attention fully on the demon.
It was crazy, but he was going to have a conversation with his worst enemy.
"I want you to kill Sam." Azazel started, and Dean already snorted and let out a harsh laugh.
"Yeah, I dunno how many times I'm gonna have to say this before this sinks in, but it's not gonna happen." He said, and Yellow Eye's rose a brow.
"Really? Even if you could save Sam?" He pressed, and Dean shrugged.
"At the moment, Sam is safe, healthy, and probably reading. Since he isn't in danger, I'm not going to make a deal to save his life. Sorry Azazel, try again." His green eyes were glittering at the demon, who frowned and thought for a moment.
"What if Sam was presented with death? Would you sacrifice yourself then?"
"Obviously not." Well Dean could've lied better, but it annoyed him, knowing that the demon knew a lot more about Dean than Dean knew himself.
The demon sighed at Dean's response, and stared at him as if he was a child that needed a scolding.
"Look Dean. We're on the same side here." He began and Dean already cut him off.
"I think we're as far from being on the same side as possible. Seriously, you control demons, and I'm a human trying to kill you." He stated.
"True.. But when Cain became a demon, you could say his.. demonic genes carried through gene pool after gene pool. It is believed those that inherited these.. genes are able to consume demon blood much easier, and can even become a full demon from just that. Hell.. It's even addictive." The Yellow Eyed Demon smirked at Dean in such a way that sent shivers down his spine.
"Okay.. So what are you getting at?" He asked, although nervously this time. He was scared he knew exactly what the demon was hinting.
"You've been one of the decedent's that has carried Cain's genes. Lucifer believes you're so much like him, you're just missing his appearance." Azazel explains as he starts to fiddle with the rear view mirror. Dean slaps his hand away indignantly and starts to adjust it back to it's original place.
"Look you might think I'm like Cain. Heh, to an extent I probably am, but that doesn't mean I'm going to start murdering people, starting with my brother." He gave up on the mirror, since it was just a dream but it still grinded on his nerves.
"Maybe not right now, but the consumption of demon blood could change things around." Dean rose an eyebrow as Azazel reached into his vessel's coat pocket and pulls out a convenient knife. He slits his wrist hard and puts a little pressure on it so blood was freely dripping from the cut.
"C'mon Dean-o.. You've done alcohol before. You know the satisfying feeling of feeling free.. This is the exact same. Just a little bit more extreme." Azazel said to him, his smile teasing.
Dean was about to say no, when he suddenly stopped and stared at the scarlet blood dripping down his arm.
Suddenly Dean's throat was too dry, and he found himself unconsciously licking his lips before he quickly turned away.
"I don't know what the hell you're doing to me, but stop." The hunter growled as he gulped loudly and the demon smiled at the hunter before he nudged him.
"I'm not doing anything Dean. This is just simply what you want. Who am I to deny you of what you want?" He asked as he dabbed his finger in his blood and held it up to Dean's nose. Immediately the green eyed man slapped the hand away violently and turned his back on him completely.
"This has to be just some fucked up dream." Dean spat and Azazel leaned in and whispered in Dean's ear.
"Yes it's a dream, but what do you think dreams are originated off of? Craving's usually, and memories. So tell me Dean, where does the demon blood belong in the two?" He asked, when suddenly everything froze and actually went black and white. Dean blinked, and looked at Azazel who was still leaning in but for a once he has completely stopped moving.
Dean looked outside the Impala windows, and indeed everything else was at a standstill. Even a hummingbird that was flying through the sky was perfectly frozen and lacked of color. It was if someone had poured water on a painting, and washed out all the color.
"Hello Dean."
The hunter definitely didn't jump, and he definitely didn't shriek.
He whirled around to see Castiel sitting where Azazel once was, and practically just as close as Azazel was moments before. Dean instinctively backed up.
"Bobby couldn't wake you so he called on me to bring you back." Cas explained as Dean opened and closed his mouth, confused and not knowing what to say at first.
"So.. Wake me up then?" Dean asked shyly, just wanting to get this dream out of his head forever. Otherwise, he'd just drink himself into oblivion anyways.
Castiel nodded, and Dean woke up a second later in the real world, gasping and choking for a moment as Bobby sat over him.
"Finally. Good." Bobby rolled his eyes before he noticed the look in Dean's eyes.
"Was it another bad dream?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. Dean also knew he knew, so he didn't feel like he needed to give a proper answer. Instead he simply sat up and rubbed his face from it's sleepiness.
"Damn what time is it?" He yawned and looked out of the Impala's window when he realized he was laid out on the backseat now, and Bobby was leaning over him from the front seat.
"I think it's around seven or something." Bobby answered as he looked towards the window also, and frowned.
"Wait.. How long was I out for?" Dean asked as he sat up and gripped his head.
"Err.." Bobby looked away but Dean didn't let up.
"Bobby tell me." He ordered and Bobby shrugged.
"So it was a couple hours." He mumbled and Dean immediately exploded on him.
"Bobby, people with concussion's are supposed to be woken up every hour!" He exclaimed, annoyed at the older hunter and was relieved he wasn't in a coma, or just plain dead.
"Look I tried to wake you up the first hour, but you didn't wake up. Cas and I have been trying to wake you up since! Besides, Cas mostly healed your head, didn't he?" He snapped and Dean finally noticed how exhausted he looked. Instantly, he regretted his words.
"I'm sorry Bobby it's just been.. A tough couple of days. Yeah I think I'm fine." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and Bobby nodded before he turned back to the front and Dean heard the Impala purr as Bobby pulled back onto the road.
"How did you even get the Impala to where Azazel and I were?" Dean asked curiously and Bobby took a glance back under his ball cap.
"Azazel?" He wondered, and Dean grunted.
"Good ol' Yellow Eyes actually has a name. Anyway, answer my question." Dean said and Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Found the damn Impala in the middle of the road without you there. So I drove her to where you were with Cas's guidance, and he teleported us in for an element of surprise." He said as he reached into his breast pocket of his flannel and pulled out a flask of whiskey. He took a couple swigs before he offered it to Dean who took a couple sips himself before he tossed it back to the front seat and laid back down.
As he did, his ear pressed against the seat and he listened to the heart of the Impala. The way it rumbled against his head and he was instantly comforted.. But it wasn't enough to forget about his nightmare. He wasn't sure anything could help him forget that now.
A/N: So.. Anybody like how the plot is shaping? Complaints? Compliments? Lemmie hear them :) I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and feel free to leave a fav/review! Much luv everyone 3 3 3