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Sleep faded into a dream too vivid to be fake.
Everything changed, and though it probably happened within the span of a second, it felt like the longest second of Castiel's life. Senses heightened, others dulled and Castiel's emotions melted, shifted, changed into something else. He knew more, felt more, but it was different.
It was home.
Castiel was an angel again, he knew this immediately and surely. He was in the vessel and it felt like a blanket. He felt the Other, Jimmy, if he tried. He felt God's love. He felt everything around him.
"Dean," Castiel whispered, and he was there. That was all it took, a thought with intent.
He stood outside the motel and knew Dean was in it without having to look. He was home and so was his charge. What did it mean? He thought to seek revelation, but Dean's pull and the mystery of them being here was too strong.
Castiel appeared in the room, next to Dean's bed.
Dean slept with Angua at his side, and in the second bed where Sam would have slept was Jessica. She breathed and dreamed.
It was that, more than anything, that shocked Castiel. He knew Jessica's dream, could see it. Sam, before the island, before the visions and the demon blood, before everything. "I won't dress up for Halloween. I won't ever," he was saying. Angua was dreaming of colors, the kind humans couldn't see. Dean dreamt in the abstract, and though it was nothing of the nightmares Castiel was accustomed, it was not pleasant. Castiel laid a hand lightly upon his skull and changed the dream, gave Dean the back seat of the Impala where, as a boy, he would lay curled around Sam while their father drove and drove and drove.
Though Castiel was impatient to set out, he would let them have their dreams a little while longer.
Everything changed, and though it probably happened within the span of a second, it felt like the longest second of Castiel's life. Senses heightened, others dulled and Castiel's emotions melted, shifted, changed into something else. He knew more, felt more, but it was different.
It was home.
Castiel was an angel again, he knew this immediately and surely. He was in the vessel and it felt like a blanket. He felt the Other, Jimmy, if he tried. He felt God's love. He felt everything around him.
"Dean," Castiel whispered, and he was there. That was all it took, a thought with intent.
He stood outside the motel and knew Dean was in it without having to look. He was home and so was his charge. What did it mean? He thought to seek revelation, but Dean's pull and the mystery of them being here was too strong.
Castiel appeared in the room, next to Dean's bed.
Dean slept with Angua at his side, and in the second bed where Sam would have slept was Jessica. She breathed and dreamed.
It was that, more than anything, that shocked Castiel. He knew Jessica's dream, could see it. Sam, before the island, before the visions and the demon blood, before everything. "I won't dress up for Halloween. I won't ever," he was saying. Angua was dreaming of colors, the kind humans couldn't see. Dean dreamt in the abstract, and though it was nothing of the nightmares Castiel was accustomed, it was not pleasant. Castiel laid a hand lightly upon his skull and changed the dream, gave Dean the back seat of the Impala where, as a boy, he would lay curled around Sam while their father drove and drove and drove.
Though Castiel was impatient to set out, he would let them have their dreams a little while longer.