Love in a bomb (Sam x male reader)

-delusion can be beautiful-

2007
September 29
Bobby's warehouse

The lights break sending sparks all over the white warehouse. A warehouse that was once white and now holds tons of runes, symbols and markings from all kinds of religions. The wind makes the roof shake and tremble, alarming the two men standing in the middle.

The doors break open and slowly slide wide revealing a shadow. A person. They walk slowly, taking their time.

"Who are you?"

Dean says while holding onto his gun tight, shooting the thing didn't work but the gun gave him a sense of comfort. A feeling of safety.

"I'm the one who raised you from the pit."

His answer was monotone and it certainly did not please the two men. As the other man, bobby, tries to strike he soon found his attack useless. The person put his two fingers onto Bobby's forehead and not long after bobby was asleep.

This enraged dean more and more, he goes to attack with the demon blade. Shoving it in to the heart of the man before him. It didn't affect him at all. He simply pulled it out and let it drop to the ground.

"Who are you!"

"I'm Castiel."

Neither this answer calmed dean down.

"Yeah figured as much. I mean what are you?"

Castiel stayed silent for a hot second. His eyes met dean's and stayed there. Like he was searching dean's soul. Finding his heart.

"I'm an angel of the lord"

"Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing."

He didn't believe it. He didn't find this man, Castiel, trust worthy. Not after he made a friend of him blind. Purely because she got a glimpse of Castiel.

"That's your problem dean, you don't have faith"

"Some angel you are, you burned out that poor women's eyes."

Castiel looked down, as if he was unsure of his answer but he none the less gave one.

"I warned her that my true form can be... overwhelming to some people"

Dean stayed silent, he didn't know. He didn't understand. Why would this random angel save him. Of all people why him. He didn't feel worthy of that feeling, like you are being cared for. Especially by an  angel.

"So can my voice, but you already knew that."

"The gas station at the motel, that was you talking?"

"Yes, some people, special people can hear and understand me. I thought you would be able to. That was my mistake."

"What were you trying to say?"

"You have a mission, from the lord"

Dean scoffed at the angel. God sent him a mission. Of course his life had to become even more complicated.

"Go to hell"

"Dean this is important for you and your bother. Your uncle aswell. You are in grave danger and this mission could save your lives. And many more."

"Well what is this supposed 'life saving' mission"

"You and your family have the special set of skills of hunting and killing. You need to use that to find a person. This person will help you. You need to find him and convince him to help. Though I have to warn you, this won't be easy."