Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

St Jimmy

Khalilah:

Dean and I were having a nice quiet day at the end of the pier, me leaning contentedly against his legs as he fished. No demons, no apocalypse no problems, just a nice day.

That was until Castiel appeared and we both realised that this was far too good to be true, given that I kept accidentally freezing things. "We need to talk."

"We're dreaming, aren't we?" Because dream Dean was never doing anything like this. That's my own little fantasy. So I knew that I'd accidentally gone into his head again while dreaming. Or Cas brought us together.

"It's not safe here. Someplace more private."

Excuse me, sweetie, but what? "More private? We're inside our heads. My thoughts are in multiple languages."

"Exactly. Someone could be listening, even if you're thinking in Gallifreyan."

Dean frowned, getting to his feet. "Cas, what's wrong?"

"Meet me here." He handed us a piece of paper. "Go now."

And when we looked up, Cas was gone, just before we woke up with a gasp.

So we woke up Sam and headed to the location during that same night, walking through a warehouse with torches on, my hands in skater gloves of my mums. Conceal don't feel, right? "Well, what did he say, Dean, Kal? What was so important?"

"If I knew, would I be here?" I asked him, lightly going up a set of stairs, to see what looked like some sort of blast zone. "What the hell?"

"It looks like a bomb went off." Sam muttered as I walked in carefully, trying to see what happened, only getting glimpses in black and white. I didn't know how to use my ability, not at all, it was unfair how people expected me to be amazing but I couldn't do anything. 

Dean moved to hold me tight. "There was a fight here."

I looked around in confusion. "Between who?" Only then I saw a symbol painted in blood on the wall. "Check it out. Look familiar?"

Sammy nodded. "Yeah, it does."

"Anna used something like that to wish the angels back to the cornfield."

This was bad, really bad. "So, what? Cas was fighting angels?"

"I don't know."

Then I saw a body in the rubble, running to check it, finding it was Castiel and I started to pull him out. "Deany, Sam. Cas? Cas. Hey, Cas?"

"What's . . . ? What's . . . ? What's going on?"

Dean helped me carefully lift him out as the man stared at us. "Just take it easy. Take it easy."

"Oh. No."

Frowning, Sam knelt down with us. "Cas, you okay?"

Only he made a noise of complain. "Ugh. Castiel. I'm not Castiel. It's me."

OK, humour me here, poppet. "Who's 'me'?"

"Jimmy. My name's Jimmy."

"Where the hell is Castiel?"

The man, not longer the angel, shook his head, looking confused. "He's gone."

SUPERWHOLOCK

This guy could eat a bloody hamburger faster than I could! Seriously? "You mind slowing down? You're gonna give me angina." Dean complained as I sat on his lap, playing with his necklace. 

"I'm hungry."

Sam frowned a little. "When's the last time you ate?"

Jimmy shrugged. "I don't know. Months." He took another massive bite, eating it ravenously. And I thought I was a carnivore. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!"