Set during 6.06: You Can't Handle the Truth.

109: Calling Castiel

"Want me to try?"

Dean glared down at his wife, who looked somewhat amused. "You're not funny." He informed her, thought secretly a bit tempted to let her try calling for Castiel. The fricking dickweed wasn't answering for him though he did seem to come whenever Jane bellowed, or appear when she didn't want him too. That relationship was just weird, but he figured it had something to do with the fact that Jane was probably not one hundred percent human. Not something he tended to dwell on very often. "No…" He sighed finally, his cheeks puffing before he blew out. "He knows I'm trying to reach him and he's ignoring it."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. We'll just have to hope Bobby finds something." He glanced across the street where Sam was in line to get them all hot dogs. "He creeps me out."

Welcome to her world, Sam had been creeping her out on and off for years. If it wasn't one thing with the guy it was another. "Stop staring at him." She ordered, grabbing Dean by the chin and forcing him to look at her. Dean had been ready to go beat the conscience back into his brother the other night after the vampire bit but she had talked him out of it. Sam was currently a wild card. Yeah, he went through the motions, acted like a proper hunter, feigned concern, but… so far they knew, it was all an act.

"We need some time away from him."

"So soon?"

Dean smirked down at her, wolfishly, and his hands moved to her hips, drawing her flush against his body. "Private time, Jane."

"A second ago you were bitching about your brother creeping you out and now you want sex? What the hell, Dean?"

"'I'm a guy."


"Do you think you'll ever answer Dean?"

"I have nothing to offer him."

Castiel hadn't visited one of Jane's dreams in a long time, so it was weird seeing him here… there, wherever they might be. Physically, she knew she was in a hotel room, laying in her husband's arms, with a gun beneath his pillow because he had no trust in Sam at all. "Nothing at all?"

He shook his head.

Sighing, she looked around, frowning when she realized she didn't know this place at all. "Where are we?"

"This is your dream."

"I don't know this place."

He shrugged, falling into step beside her.

"Where have you been?"

"At war."

She stopped walking, looking around and frowning. Mist was pouring in, enveloping them. She studied the cobblestone pathway they were on, her frown deepening. "I guess with everything that happened, there was some serious restructuring that needed to happen."

"It does, and it will." He agreed, coming to a halt. Jane did as well, turning until they were facing each other. "It is… Hell in Heaven right now. With the war against Lucifer over, and our leaders gone… every faction is attempting to take over."

"But you're leading the right side, yeah?"

Castiel did not miss the uncertainty in her tone and smiled humorlessly. "I hope so."

"That would be good enough for Dean I guess."

"But not you?"

"No offense Cas, but the only reason we all root for you in this shit is because we know you. You've helped us out, even when it went against what you believed. So we trust you, or they do. I just hope you're doing the right thing and wish for the best. That and all the other angels we've met can eat a bunch of dicks."

"You sound like Dean."

"He was bound to rub off on me eventually."

He shook his head. "You mean that figuratively of course."

"And literally." She was being cheeky now, grinning when he made a funny face. "I've always meant to ask… do angels have-"

"Until next time, Jane."

She woke up, laughing.


"Castiel, nuclear angelic weapon down here? You hear that, Cas?"

"Hello Dean."

Dean had not honestly been expecting the angel to show up, and his fingers clenched around his glass of whiskey. Jane had been sitting on the bed, on her laptop, and she didn't even look up at the sound of Castiel's voice. "Are you kidding me?"

Now she looked up, frowning.

"I've been calling for days, for days, man! And you come running because of a horn?"

"You asked me to be here, and I came."

Jane groaned, smacking herself in the face with her palm.

"I've been asking you to be here for days, you dick!"

"I know nothing about Sam. I thought Jane would have told you."

"Oops?" She smiled weakly when Dean shot her a dark look. Honestly, it had slipped her mind. They had gotten word about a lead, investigated, and then that horn of truth thing… she had been busy all day.

"Oops?" Dean stood up from his chair, swallowing down the remaining whiskey before slamming his glass back down. "Oops? When did you talk to him?"

"Last night."

"You were in bed with me all night."

"He showed up in my freaking dreams again!"

"And you didn't tell me?"

"I forgot."

Castiel was refilling Dean's glass for him. "Is this a problem?"

"Oh yeah," Dean shot that down too. "It's a big problem, Cas. I call you for days, begging you to show up, and you just decide to pop in on Jane?" He glared at her again. "You didn't call for him?" She had offered to the other day, and then for Cas to visit her in her dreams, the timing wasn't in their favor.

"Yes."

"Why her?"

"She is more rational."

"Uh huh." Dean's mind was straying… going back to that potential future, where Castiel and Jane had been an item and he had been an asshole of epic proportions. "Okay… okay." He exhaled slowly, calming himself down. He met Jane's confused stare, feeling shame flooding through him. She loved him, and he was an ass for even letting even the tiniest bit of jealousy and suspicion creep in. "I'm sorry."

"I forgive you." She said simply, going back to her laptop. "And I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you about him. We were busy today."

Fair enough.