Cas Just Kept Staring
Title: Cas Just Kept Staring
Author: moonofblindness
Characters: Dean, Cas, Sam, Michael
Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, Dean would've driven up to the title match of the Apocalypse blaring Led Zeppelin from the Impala's speakers.
Summary: The side effect of being visited by an archangel in your dreams.
Author's Note: Written for prompt #11, Dean/Michael - I'm trying to protect you. Beta's by endorphinehaze and gippywhite
“Get out of my fucking head you dick!” Dean screamed in his sleep.
Dean never really screamed in his sleep, not even through all those nightmares of hell, so when he did, Sam was jumping out of bed like someone lit it on fire. Sam was so scared when he couldn’t wake his big brother from the nightmare, that he was on the phone to Dean’s angel in a split second. Even Cas couldn’t wake the hunter from the nightmare, so he did the only thing he could do: he placed two fingers to Dean’s forehead until Dean’s breathing evened out.
The next morning Dean woke up to both Sam and his angel sitting on Sam’s bed watching him. Needless to say he was a bit uncomfortable, he had gotten used to his angel’s stare but there was something different about this one and he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Maybe if he had some coffee he could get his brain jump-started.
“Dudes! Stop staring at me like that it’s fucking creepy,” Dean said trying to stifle a yawn.
“What the hell were you dreaming about Dean?” Sam asked with a hint of a demand in his tone. Cas just kept staring.
“I don’t remember. So I had another stupid nightmare, it’s not like I don’t have them all the time, Sammy,” Dean said finally getting up to head to the bathroom. Cas just kept staring.
“This was different Dean! You were screaming, telling someone to get out of your head. I couldn’t wake you so I called Cas and Cas couldn’t wake you either, that was twelve hours ago! Dude you scared us!” Sam was practically yelling by the end. Cas just kept staring.
“What the hell time is it?” Dean asked seemingly only concerned about the twelve hour coma. Cas just kept staring.
“That’s all you’re concerned about, not the fact that neither one of us could wake you up, not that you’ve been passed out for twelve hours, not how much you scared the shit out of us!” and Sam was definitely yelling by this point. Cas just kept staring.
Dean flipped open his cell phone and saw that it was almost 12:30pm. “Hey Sammy, I’m gonna jump in the shower, could you go grab me a bacon double cheeseburger and a coffee, I’m starving.” Cas just kept staring.
Sam just threw his hands in the air, grabbed the keys to the Impala off the table, and walked out of the motel room making sure to slam the door as hard as he could behind him. Cas just kept staring.
It wasn’t until Cas heard the water pouring out of the shower, and the engine of the Impala had long since faded that he moved. And what he did was disappear and reappear in the bathroom with Dean.
“Was it Raphael or maybe Lucifer?” Cas asked very calmly.
Dean jumped at the voice on the other side of the shower curtain and grabbed the handrail before he slipped and made a complete fool of himself. He knew Cas had personal space issues and he was getting used to having his angel in his face, but this was a bit much.
“Dude if you wanted to take a shower with me all you had to do was ask,” Dean exclaimed in his sarcastic witty tone.
“I do, but that is not the point at the moment,” Cas said dryly and Dean had to stop and replay what his angel had said to make sure he had heard right. “Yes, you heard me right Dean, but like I stated that is not the point right now. Who came to you in your dream last night? There are only four beings who I cannot wake you from when they visit you in your dreams, so who was it: Lucifer, Raphael, or Michael?”
“What about Gabriel, maybe he stuck me in tvland again?” Dean said sullenly.
“Gabriel was sulking in a bar in Rio De Janeiro,” Cas replied.
Dean realized there was no getting out of this conversation. He turned off the water, pulled back the curtain, and grabbed the towel off the rack, not caring that he was standing buck naked in front of his angel. He dried off and wrapped the towel around his hips and then walked out of the bathroom.
He sat down on the corner of his bed closest to Sam’s and Cas sat down on Sam’s bed. Dean just clasped his hands and hung his head staring at the floor, before saying, “I’m sorry I scared you guys.”
“Who was it Dean?”
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It’s Mardi Gras 2002. Sam’s been at Stanford for a solid five months, that’s the longest Dean’s ever been without his baby brother. Dad was off fighting something somewhere and Dean just wanted one night to himself where he didn’t have to feel anything.
He was walking down Bourbon St. with a bottle of Jack in his hand. Damn, he loved Mardi Gras, so many people the police couldn’t keep an eye on everyone, so everyone was stumbling drunk up and down the street. And the boobs, everywhere he looked there was some drunk broad with her tits hanging out. Mardi Gras is awesome, Dean decided.
Dean was enjoying visiting this memory in his dream, something like this didn’t happen often these days. He as just getting to the good part with the redhead in the cemetery, when all of a sudden she was gone and he was standing face to face with his father circa 1978.
“Well this can’t be good,” Dean said sarcastically.
“We need to talk, Dean,” Michael replied civilly.
“I have nothing to say to you, you junkless, winged, dick,” Dean huffed.
“Dean, you have to say yes to me. I am the only one who can defeat Lucifer.”
“Sammy and I will find another way, I’m not letting you guys win so you can have your so called paradise on Earth, and kill half the people already here,” Dean was starting to get angry.
“It’ll be more than half, but that’s neither here nor there. If you don’t say yes to me and Lucifer wins no one will survive,” Michael remained civil and that was just getting on Dean’s nerves.
“Well neither one of you are gonna win, I’ll make sure of that!” Dean was almost yelling now he was so angry.
“How can you be so self-centered? You’re gonna throw away a sure thing, on a hope and a prayer!” Now Michael was increasing his volume.
“Me? Self-centered? Yeah I can be an ass, but how the fuck could you let this happen? Your father abandons you so you go start a pissing match with your brother!” Dean just shy of yells.
“I’m trying to protect you!” Michael yells.
“Get out of my fucking head you dick!”