Only Angel - Castiel

Chapter Fifteen

In the weeks after you and Castiel were intimate as he would call it, life was sailing smoothly. You and Cas were spending more time together, not much was happening on the apocalypse front, and all of the cases you were working were normal run-of-the-mill monsters.

Settling into your room at Bobby's, you're exhausted. You just got back from hunting a pack of vamps in Wyoming and haven't had a good night's sleep in a couple of days.

As you toss and turn in bed, you can't help but wonder where Castiel is. He's made it a habit to see you every night before bed, even if it's just to say goodnight when he's busy. Eventually, you give up hope that he's coming, and exhaustion overcomes you, making you slip into a deep sleep.

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The morning sun seeps through your closed eyelids, but when you open them, you're not in your bed anymore. Instead, you're standing in a meadow. Turning, you make eye contact with Castiel and greet him with a smile.

"Coming to my dreams, huh? You must know I missed you tonight."

A smile tugs at his lips, but it's forced away by a look of urgency. "We need to talk. It's not safe here. Someplace more private."

"Cas, we're in my head. What could be more private than this?" you question, confused by his mood.

"Exactly. Someone could be listening."

"Honey, what's wrong?" You're becoming concerned now. Castiel isn't usually this paranoid.

"Meet me here. You have to go now."

He hands you a slip of paper before disappearing. Glancing down at the paper, you see an address: 127 Division Road, Mitchell, South Dakota.

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Waking up with a gasp, you rush to throw baggy clothes on top of your pajamas before running downstairs to the living room where Sam and Dean are asleep on air mattresses.

"Sam, Dean, wake up!" you whisper-yell.

Sam wakes up immediately, as he's always been a light sleeper. Once he sees the look of urgency on your face and the fact that you're fully dressed, he nudges Dean, who wakes up with a groan.

"What's going on," he mumbles, eyes still closed.

"We have to go. Right now. Cas needs us."

"What-" Sam starts.

You cut him off. "No time to explain. We need to get to Mitchell ASAP."

"You know that's over an hour away, right?" Dean asks.

"Yes, which is why we need to leave now. Please, guys."

"Fine," Dean grumbles before starting to get up.

As he and Sam get ready to leave, you quickly grab a blank piece of paper from Bobby's desk.

Going to Mitchell– Cas needs help.

By the time you're done writing the note and making sure it's in a place where Bobby can see it, Sam and Dean are ready at the door.

The three of you head out into the night and drive off towards the highway.

"So, why are we going an hour away at two in the morning?" Sam questions fifteen minutes into the drive, finally breaking the silence.

"I don't know. He didn't say. He was acting strange, though. Said it wasn't safe to talk even in my dreams because someone could be listening." you answer, your voice cracking.

You've been picking at your cuticles the entire drive. An old anxiety habit that you thought you'd kicked, but clearly not.

Dean catches your gaze in the rearview mirror when you finally look up from your nails, and you feel the car speed up.