into the light - destiel

chapter 5 dream four and five

~deans POV~

'sam? cas? where are you guys?'

dean walked around the hospital slowly, for the third time. he'd retraced his steps multiple times, but sam and cas were nowhere to be found.

oh god. what if somethings happened...

dean shook his head, trying to lose the feeling that something very bad was about to happen.
he stepped around a wheelchair that was lying on its side on the floor, it's upward facing wheel spinning slowly.

he looked around, drinking in the scene around him.

the floor was littered with paper, there were wheelchairs, regular chairs, and even a stretcher strewn about randomly. the receptionist lay on the front desk in a pool of her own blood, barely recognisable because of the deep wounds scattered across her body. dean looked around and saw more people, all dead. covered from head to toe in awful cuts, jagged things recklessly done, the cuts clearly used to torture and not specifically to kill.

'what the hell? demons...Crowley? who did this...'

'dean Winchester. I believe I have an answer to that question.'

the blood in deans body ran cold and his heart almost stopped. it took him three seconds to turn around, and three seconds to see the figure stood behind him.

'Alastair.'

Alastair smiled psychotically, his eyes flickering between demon and human. he hummed a child's nursery rhyme, while tapping his hands on the reception desk.

his clean hands.

'dean Winchester, so we meet again. lovely to see you behaving so demonically by the way. it really turns me on.'
'what are you doing here. you're dead. you are dead.'
'dean, dean, dean. I am not dead. we never truly die dean...we just go somewhere else. but believe me, the pain of crawling out of the darkness...it's all worth it. because you, dean Winchester, have become this. you don't even have the excuse of being a demon anymore...you're just evil. hahaha!'
'you did this. you're the monster Alastair...I'll kill you again. I will kill you dead.'
'oh deenie weenie. I am not the only monster in this room. look in the mirror. what do you see.'

dean turned to face a 7 foot mirror that had magically appeared beside him, and drank in his appearance.

blue jeans.
plain t shirt.
flannel shirt over the top.
dark jacket.
boots.

blood stains all over him. everywhere.

dean reached into the front pocket of his jeans and removed a blood stained knife from it. the demon blade.

'see, dean Winchester, you became obsessed...everyone and everything was a demon! you killed them all you moron!'
'no! I didn't! you did this, you tricked me! go back to hell!'

dean raced forward with the demon blade, attempting to plunge it into alastair's heart, but Alastair simply disappeared.

dean slumped down on the floor, looking at the blade in his hands.

'oh well. good things never last.'

he wiped the blade on his shirt and began to litter his wrist with cuts, trying to go deeper and deeper.

but no matter how hard he tried, they never even bled. his skin would not cut...at all. he couldn't even punish himself for this.

~sam, cas, Charlie POV~

'Sam, I can feel dean. he is in great distress...but I believe we may be close now. we have to find dean.'
'I know cas! okay! I know we have to find dean. I know you have to find him. I know.'
'Sam. what do you mean? we all have to find dean, I cannot do it alone.'
'he means he knows how you feel cas...he knows it's important for you specifically to find dean. he didn't say we wouldn't help though.'
'sam. what do you know.'
'well for one I know you love him...cas you're a pretty obvious guy...I can just tell ok. and also Charlie might have told me before we came here...'
'Charlie. I trusted you with that information. why did you tell sam? he may have reacted badly, and destroyed me.'
'cas you don't actually think I would have hurt you? I would never hurt you, you ass. Charlie told me because I asked...I mean I'd pretty much guessed from the way you two were acting around each other that something was going on but-'
'nothing is going on sam. dean will not return my feelings.'
'wait...is that why you were acting so weird? because dean's scared to go
gay?'
'Sam may I remind you that I am a celestial being, I have no gender. and no...dean just doesn't know.'
'bullshit! deans my brother and I can tell when he's interested in someone. I mean, I've never witnessed him being completely head over heels in love, but...'
'guys, seriously? enough with the chat...we have to find dean. we can all sort out who's banging who when deans safe.'

sam and cas stared at Charlie as she strutted out of the room they were in at a hospital, only to hear her gasp in shock.

sam and cas both ran from the room, and sam almost threw up at the sight that greeted them.

'well this is definitely a nightmare because I have never, ever seen anything like this.'

the room was completely filled with bodies, the stench of blood causing Charlie and sam's eyes to water.
paper was lying blood stained, scattered across the floor, and wheelchairs were strewn about, their recent occupants lying dead in pools of their own blood.
sam noticed that one man had been skinned. he must've been alive whilst it happened, his body was still twitching on the floor.

sam grimaced, and walked over to the only blood free space in the room.

it was a small patch, a completely perfect circle.

sam felt a tear well up in his eye, as he bent down to pick up the stuff, and he heard cas and Charlie walk up behind him.

'these are deans bracelets...and the demon blade.'
'that means we're close. it may only take us one more dream to find dean.'

neither sam nor cas noticed, but Charlie had been silently crying from the moment she spotted the bracelets, and as she wiped away the tears from her face, she whispered a message to dean.

'dean, we're coming for you. we're gonna find you soon okay. hang in there.'