Castiel's Point Of View:
It was raining outside when I heard the doorbell ring. I fell out of bed when the blankets got wrapped around my feet, causing my elbow to slam onto the wooden bedroom floor. I hissed in pain, rubbing my reddened elbow.
My parents didn't wake up yet, so I walked downstairs, my eyes still droopy from sleep.
I opened the front door, surprised to see Sam Winchsster standing in the door way.
"Cas?" He asked, weakly. His face was pale white, his eyes red and blotchy like he had been crying.
My throat tightened. "What's wrong, Sam? Where's Dean?" I asked, searching his face.
That's when I noticed the red and blue flashing lights behind him. There was a police car parked in the Winchester's driveway.
This must be a dream. But when I fell out of bed, that felt pretty real to me.
Sam let out a shaky breath, and for a moment I thought he was going to start crying. "Um. Dean's not okay," he choked out.
My heart collapsed.
"W-what do you mean?" I swallowed the negative thoughts emerging in my brain. Don't jump to conclusions, Castiel.
"I should have done something, Cas. I'm sorry I didn't do something." Sam cried, his body shaking.
My heart ached, but I refused to believe something serious had actually happened.
"Hey, it's okay," I comforted, embracing Sam in a hug.
"No!" Sam pulled away, causing me to wince from rejection. "He's gone, Castiel! He took the Impala and he left. They just found the car in the ditch, and he- he's... he's not coming back." Sam whispered the last part, unable to say the word I hated most: dead.
My mouth hung open, my body filling with so much pain that I thought I might die on the spot. And, I kind of wished I would die at that moment.
Sam still stood in the doorway, his face completely soaked in fresh tears. "I'm sorry," he said between sobs.
I would have told Sam to not not apologize for things he couldn't control. Or hugged him a again, or told him it was going to he okay.
But I just felt numb.
And I continued to feel numb even when I felt myself fall to the floor, my body shaking when I cried.
And that's the last thing I remembered.
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"Cas? Baby? Are you okay?" Dean asked, peering down at me.
My eyes fluttered opened, revealing a beautiful green eyed boy standing over me.
"I'm okay now," I whispered, my insides warming.
White light suddenly wrapped around us, causing me to feel weightless. Dean smiled, gently running the back of his hand across my cheek.
"I missed you," he said, leaning down to kiss me.
"Me too," I said, kissing him back. Heat spread over my body, causing me to smile.
"But I have to go," Dean said, pulling away.
"Why?" I asked, my chest tightening.
"Because I have to," he soothed, his eyes twinkling.
I pouted, crossing my arms. "Will you be back soon?"
Dean's eyes faded into gray, and his skin turned pale.
He whispered something, but he disappeared before I could hear what he said.
"Dean?" I called, my eyes watering with tears. "Dean!"
"Castiel! Wake up!"
I sat up, my eyes opening in panic.
"Where's Dean?" I cried, ripping the bed covers off me.
"Woah!" Mom said, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Castiel, calm down."
I looked up at her, my eyes blurry from crying in my sleep.
It was a dream.
"You were yelling his name in your sleep again, sweetie. I had to wake you up, I'm sorry." She explained, giving me a sad gaze.
I stared at the floor boards, wishing I hadn't woken up.
"You have to get ready soon anyways," she stood up from my bed, walking over to the door.
I nodded, feeling numb again.
I didn't want to go to his funeral. But it's been a few days already, and I hadn't even left the house.
And I didn't want to be disrespectful to my boyfriend or his family. So I have to go.
"I'll come get you when it's time to go," she said quietly, closing the door after she left the room.
I laid back down in bed, pulling the covers over my head. I clenched my teeth, remembering the dream I just had.
I now realized what Dean had said in my dream. When I asked him if I'd see him again, he said no.
I will never see Dean Winchester again.
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The Angel Next Door
Fanfiction17 year old Dean Winchester moves into a new town, like he and his family does every year. Sam Winchester, Dean's little brother and their Father, John Winchester, is all that consists of their small broken family. But when Dean is faced with new...
