Constellations

Nightmare

"Hey Dean, I haven't heard from you in a while. Any news on Cas?" asked Sam answering the phone.

"Sam-"

Dean hesitated a moment. It had taken all his courage to dial Sam's number to tell him the truth, the whole truth. He was sitting on the edge of the bed shirtless, looking at Cas over his shoulder. Cas was twisted in the sheets still sleeping. He wouldn't let Dean leave the bedroom; he was terrified of being left alone after the incident. It took him a long time to fall asleep, but he did eventually unlike Dean who was up all night thinking about how he was going to keep Cas safe and how he was going to tell Sam.

"Is everything okay Dean?" he said more urgently.

"Where are you?" Dean whispered quiet enough so he wouldn't wake Cas.

"I'm in Utah working on a case. Dean what's going on?"

"You should- you need to come back. How long will it take you to get here?"

"If I leave right now, it should be about eleven hours. I can be there by tonight. Again Dean, what the hell is going on? Are you alright? Is Cas okay?"

Dean sighed.

"Listen we can talk about it when you get here, okay?"

Sam hesitated a moment.

"Fine, I'm on my way, but Dean-"

He hung up the phone before Sam could say anything else, and combed his fingers through his hair.

"Dean?"

He looked back down at the bed to see Cas waking up, the bruise on his temple and eye looking more defined.

"Hey baby," he said lying down on the bed beside Castiel, lightly rubbing his thumb against Castiel's cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore," he said nuzzling up against Dean's bare chest. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked ruffling his hair.

"For making me feel safe, for taking care of me. I love you, just so much."

"You don't have to thank me. I promise that I will protect you. I love you too, and I'd do absolutely anything for you, I hope you know that."

"I do. I want to be with you forever, Dean. When I'm around you, I know nothing dangerous or bad can happen to me, that you'll always be there."

Dean swallowed hard, unable to respond. Instead, he cuddled up to Castiel and closed his eyes, finally handing himself over to sleep.

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"DEAN! DEAN!!!"

He jumped up from the bed and as soon as he did, he was punched back down suddenly, his breath escaping him.

"Get off me," he gasped.

"Our fight is not with you, Dean Winchester."

His eyes widened. "I swear to God, if you lay a fucking finger on him, I will kill you all."

The angel holding Dean down laughed. Dean could no longer hear Castiel scream.

"You talk big, Winchester, but you are nothing. I can crush you with a snap of my finger."

"Why do you want him, huh? Why?!'

"Because Metatron does, and whatever he wants, so do we. However, Metatron said he wanted him alive, but he never said uninjured. I plan to have some fun with your Castiel before I hand him over. He does look good with his shirt off, as you well know-"

Dean kicked the angel hard and knocked his head against the bed post. He clenched the angel's shirt in his fists, put his elbow against his neck, and pinned him to the wall.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE DID THEY TAKE HIM?!" Dean screamed in his face.

The angel grinned, pushed Dean off of him, and put two fingers to his forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Dean Winchester."