Dean Winchester's Body

Ch.3: Dean's Second Coming

Castiel's bedroom

About an hour later Castiel stumbled into his bedroom, still overwhelmed. His feet hurt, cause he'd had to walk home from the Melody. Dean of course, had still had the keys to the impala. Dean. A tinge of guilt washes over him. He should have done more to stop Dean, but so much was going on. Castiel looks around the room, not sure what to do now. His clothes are smoke damaged and his cheeks are still covered in soot. He rushed forward and grabbed his cheap cell phone off his dresser and dials Meg's number fidgeting anxiously as his hands still shake. His heart hammers in his chest with fear and adrenaline still. She answered with drowsiness in her voice still " 'ello?" He must have woke her, he feels a bit bad, but he wasn't sure who else to call.

"Thank God you're there" Castiel sighs heavily, voice thick with emotions. He sits down on his unmade bed "I hoped you were sleeping with your phone" his tone his still anxious and alarmed, it makes Meg sit up a little, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey Clarence, What's going on?" She asked, still groggy. Her care for Castiel's well being trumping her exhaustion. Normally the goofy nick name would calm him. It didn't seem to work this time.

"Dean's gone" he hiccupped, he feels tears finally spill over and start streaming down his cheeks. He should have gone with, or fought Dean harder on going home. Called the cops. Literally anything. "He ran off with that rock band, and the Melody burned down" he runs a hand through his hair, still shaking a bit. Meg bolts upright in her bed.

"Like, burned down? To the ground?? Is everyone okay?" Her tone is immediately filled with even more concern. Castiel shakes his head for a moment, then reminds himself she can't see that and replies verbally.

"No," Cas sniffed "I think they're mostly dead" there's a moment of heavy silence. Meg doesn't know what to say.

"Shit.... You're okay right?" Meg asked. "Were you injured any?"

"I'm fine. Physically" he says "We went out the bathroom window" Cas explains. "Everyone was trying to use the door. It was like a stampede. The people who fainted got run over and you could hear their bones breaking" he lays on his back, feeling nauseous as his brain replays the fresh memory for him. Meg inhales sharply as she grimaces at the image he's painting with his words. "There was this screaming and popping, like a million black cats going off at once, and the smell...." Castiel gags at this memory, shuddering.

"This is real right?" Meg cuts in gently "not some crazy dream like last time?" There's no judgement in her voice, her tone is still soft and comforting.

"No!" Castiel snapped "I'm literally covered in ash right now. Anyway, it took me like an hour to walk home. But Dean's still with those creepy cougars." He scrunched his nose. "They had one of those while molester vans with no windows. The back was all blacked out"

"Who cares about Dean?" Meg snapped her voice a bit sharp suddenly. "Who cares about Dean and those bitchy gotcha girls with shitty haircuts. People just burned to death!" She paused to let Cas talk. Cas opens his mouth to argue that he does, and then the doorbell rings. His heart rate picks up.

Cas waits, there's three loud bangs on his front door. A shudder goes up his spine.

"Oh shit, someone's here. I'm alone, meg. I'm freaking out" he immediately whispered, throat dry.