Disney Adventures

A Dream and Maybe Some Love

Sam reached down a ledge, his father trying to climb up. "Simba! Simba! Help me!" Sam continued to reach for him, his paw just missing, "Father!" Someone appeared above him, laughing at the sight. Sam grunted, "Dad...just...a little...farther..." The lion above him seemed to have enough of the petty game and latched onto Sam foreleg with his claws. Sam grunts again, this time because of the searing pain in his leg. "Gotcha! ...Trust me." Looking down, Sam saw his father fall, seeming as this happened before. "Simba!" Was all that was heard before the lion hit the ground.

"Nooo!" Sam cried, looking down the gorge at the stampede, then looking back to the lion in front of him. "Scar!" He growled, his anger raging. Scar laughed, but something was off. He slowly morphed into Castiel, his features all the same. "Castiel...?" Sam said, confusion coming over him. Before he could see what this was all about, Castiel pushed him off the ledge, laughing as he fell. Sam closed his eyes and awaited the impact to end him.

At the moment of impact, Sam woke up, sweating and panting. He looked about, frightened. After a while, his breathing turned back to normal and he sighed, snuggling himself back into Gabe. He never thought that Gabriel would be someone that would calm him and make him feel okay, but that's what happened, and Sam didn't mind one bit.

The next morning, Sam got up and stretched, descending to the valley floor and making his way to the water hole. Castiel was there, hiding behind a rock. His teeth and claws were bared and he was ready to strike, but Dean came up and jumped in front of him, "G'morning!" He then laughs, "I'm ready for my first lesson." Castiel looks stunned, while Dean jumps about on his paw tips, very frisky, "Surprised ya, huh?" Castiel then looked back to the waterhole and found Simba gone. Dean begins laughing, walking away, "Hey, c'mon. Let's go!"

Castiel took one last glance at the water hole and sighed, knowing he missed his opportunity to get rid of him. He the turned and followed Dean.

"Ow!" Dean said quietly, though Castiel could hear it from where he was. He smiled bemusedly to himself, "Three...two..." He then rolled his eyes and sighs, "One..." He then ducks as Dean completely missed him and fell in front of him. Castiel walks over and looks down at Dean, who chuckles, "You could hear me...huh?" Castiel sighed, "Only...a lot. You're still breathing to hard. Relax...feel the earth under your paws." Castiel then shifted his paws to where the dirt was moving, but silently. Dean followed the movement, "so it doesn't shift and make noise." A flock of birds then interrupted Castiel's thoughts. "Sshh. Watch the master...and learn."

Castiel quietly runs down into the gully, then up the other side. Leaping over the ridge top, he comes down and pounces, with his claws fully extended, onto Timon, "Ahhhh!" Castiel freezes into the position over him, looking slightly confused, "Don't eat me! Please! I...I...I never really met your tyrant. I mean, uh...Scar. Scar. Oh, heck of a guy. A little moody, but, I..." Timon rambled on, Castiel still confused.

"Timon! What are you doing here?" Dean asked, taking on the same confusion as Castiel. "Dean! Thank goodness! Ohh! Hey..for once, we're not following ya. This just happens to be the best smorgasbord in the Pride Lands. Bugs everywhere!" He then points to the field of bugs, where a flock of birds sat, "But, you don't call for a reservation, and—yeesh!" Timon then turns towards the birds and waves his arms around, "Get outta here, ya scavengers. Go on! Shoo! Shoo!"