Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Twenty- Five

I found it strange that I had a dream about my brother last night, what with me being a dog and all. Other than that, I haven't had dreams about him for years.

When I open my eyes, I look up and see Dean asleep. A quiet dog noise escapes my throat, and if I could curse myself, I would. But thankfully, he doesn't wake up, he just stirs a little. The sound of someone typing on a laptop causes me to turn my head, and I see Sam laying on the other bed. He smiles a little at the sight of us then he goes back to typing. My gaze shifts back to Dean. He looks so peaceful like this, so relaxed. He has one arm draped over his stomach and the other to his side. What really got my attention was that he was smiling. It was just a small smile; and this was the cutest I've ever seen him.

I glance up at the clock and see that it's quarter after nine. I debate over whether or not I should get Dean up, but I remember that he'd probably be all grumpy and mad, so I don't, I just jump off of the bed quietly. I notice Sam watching me and he smiles, causing me to feel happy.

After Dean wakes up, I tag along to 'help' them finish the hunt, but they make me stay in the car, which pisses me off a little. Then, we head back to the motel, but I fell asleep on the way. I heard the boys talking about what to do with me, and I started to worry a little.

When I wake up, I see darkness out the window, but nothing else. In hope of being myself again, I look down and see I'm still a dog. Would I ever get changed back?

I somehow got the door open and went to look for Sam and Dean. They weren't in the motel room, but all their stuff is. I lift my nose in the air, smelling something familiar. I walk around the room, following the smell. Then I see it.

Sulfur.

I can't exactly smell demons, so how am I going to find them? Suddenly, I start thinking about Cas. Maybe he could change me back. Realizing that I can't actually pray to him, I start thinking what I would pray. After doing this for a few minutes, I hear Castiel appear behind me.

"Riley?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed. Can you change me back? The Winchesters got captured by demons. I thought, hoping he could hear me. He sighs deeply before stepping forward, leaning down, and placing two fingers on my forehead. I feel very dizzy and I can't see anything for a few minutes. Then I open my eyes, and I'm face to face with the trench-coated angel. "I removed the spell."

"I noticed," I say, almost laughing, my throat feeling dry from not having anything to drink for a while. I look down at myself, just for the hell of it, and I'm actually surprised to see that I'm wearing clothes. Usually in the movies, whenever a dog or wolf got changed back to themselves, they never had clothes on. But I was wearing a white t-shirt, dark jeans, and black combat boots.

"Sam and Dean were knocked out and taken to an old restaurant at the end of the road." Cas says, and I smile a little at him.

"Thanks, Cas." I say. He just smiles a little before disappearing. I half run over to the Impala, loving the feeling of being myself again. I open the trunk and find the demon knife tucked in the corner. I grab it, not that I'll actually need it what with my angel mojo, and head down the road to find this restaurant.

When I find it, I peek in the window and see Dean and Sam each tied to a chair. There are three demons walking around them, and there are probably more around the back. So, I go around the back. The back of one is facing me, so I tiptoe behind it and shove the knife through it's skull, pulling it out as the vessel drops to the ground. Two more come at me; I kill the first one with the knife, but then I drop the knife. So, I put my hand over it's forehead and smite it.

For angels, all you see is a bright light and then whatever it is killing is dead. But for me, it's a little different. Before the bright light and the death, you can actually see the light blue color rushing through my veins, down my arms, through my hand, and finally it kills the demon, whatever it is. I never understood it that well, but I always thought it was cool.