Nothing Like Home //Sabriel//Destiel *discontinued*

Seperated

Dean never liked the thought of angels, or religion. And when he met the angels he was sure they were all big bags of dicks. Of course Zachariah was a dick, and Anna was sly, and all the others eventually turned on the bad button. But then Cas came. And Dean decided that he was okay, that Cas was tolerable. But now it feels like there's more, a friendship. Even with Sammy, the friendship is there.

So Dean calmed down a little, knowing his brother and his friend were in the car with him, comforting him as they tried to find Gabriel. It was okay. They would be okay.

"Hey, Cas...I tried calling you a couple times last week because of a case" Sam looked behind him at Castiel, who was sitting still and staring at the back of Deans head, curious.

"Well...I like to think that me and Dean have a more profound bond." Cas said seriously, squinting at Sam and cocking his head to the right.

Sam laughed softly, "Yeah, you've said that exact thing before."

"I wasn't going to mention it again," Cas said, squinting his bright blue eyes at Sam.

"Okay, Calm down Sammy. I think I too am a more profound person than you," Dean chuckled and lightly punched his brother in the shoulder, "But Cas, you should always come even if it's Sam calling."

Sam smiled and looked out his window and sighed, watching as the colorful trees passed by in blues and pinks and purples.

  "Road tunnel," Dean trained his eyes on the tunnel up ahead. They passed though it quietly and opened up on the other side...but nothing was pastel....and they weren't in the Impala any more. They were in an old vintage style house, complete with paintings of men with mustaches and children looking quite the shining bunch.

  "Well this is great," Dean exclaimed, "Where the hell is my car!?"

  "The more important question, Dean, is where are we." Cas stepped forward and touched the violet wallpaper and recoiled slightly, "It's Gabriel...He's here."

  "Okay, so where is he and how do we ice him," Dean turned and looked at Cas, his eyes serious.

  "I don't know," Cas stared at dean, his eyes seeming to look into his very soul.

  "Hey guys, sorry to break up the awkward tension...but I think I hear something..." Sam stepped in, glancing down the hallway. And there it was...the silent sound of a faraway...."Mariachi band?" Sam exclaimed quizzically.

  The group ran down the hallway and stood in front of a pair of large oak doors, the sound of the Mexican band getting louder as they got closer to the door. Sam rested his hand on the wood and slowly pushed the door open, a creak echoed from it and down the hallway, he winced at the sound and froze. The band kept playing, the trumpet sounding badly off tune.

"Okay...on three...one...two..." Dean whispered, grasping the brass door handle, "Three!"

The group opened the door and burst into the room, ready to face the the tricks that lurk inside. But there was nothing but the band. The freaking Mariachi band. The band stopped playing and looked at Cas, Sam, and Dean wide eyed.

Dean gulped and smiled nervously at the band, "Heh...yeah, nice room you got here! The acoustics are just lovely," he kissed his fingers in salute and grabbed Cas and Sam and ran right back out of the room, closing the large double doors back behind them.

"Well, I guess The trickster doesn't want to kill us just yet," Sam shrugged, glancing at Dean.

"Good, because I'm planning on going back in there and buying some churro's and a record!" Dean exclaimed in a cocky voice, "Of course he wants to kill us!! That band probably had shot guns hiding in their trumpet!"

"Actually, Sam is correct," Cas spoke up, "Gabriel does not yet want to kill us. He seems to be..waiting."

"For what?" Sam asked. But before Cas could reply, Sam was gone. Disappeared into mid-air.

"Sam?" Dean cried, stepping forward, "What the hell! Where did Sam go! If he's in my car I'm going to kill Gabriel!"

Cas looked at Dean, his eyebrows furrowed. Dean raised his eyebrow at Cas and stepped back, "Dude...we have talked about this before."

"Yes...I understand that personal space is something you favor," Cas took a step back, hesitated, and then lead Dean back down the hallway with out a word, "Let's go find your brother before he is killed horribly."

Together they walked down the seemingly endless hallway and tried to ignore the creepy paintings that marked their territory on the walls. And then they were at a stair case and both of them looked up to see a spiraling maze of stairs that seemed to go up longer than the hallway was straight.

"So, you gonna zap us up there or not?" Dean said, looking up and rubbing his dizzy forehead.

"Of course Dean, how else would we get up there," Cas reached out and touched Deans forehead and they were at the top of the staircase, a white door in front of them. On the door was a green sign with pink flowers painted on it saying in bold blue letters "Jessica's room".

"Huh...Well I'm not a big pervert or anything, But I'm a little curious who Jessica is," Dean said, grasping the door knob and twisting slowly.

It opened easily and inside was a little girls room. The walls were painted light pink and a collage of messy flower art done by a child were taped to a poster board. There was a queen sized bed with a light blue canopy over it, and a small fake kitchen set was in the corner of the room. There was a white rug on the floor covered in stains. A walk in closet was open on the other side of the room, revealing a wide array of princess dresses and cute little outfits. On the floor was A little girl with long blonde hair and soft brown eyes, her cheeks were chubby and she was wearing a pink skirt and a tee shirt with a picture of Taylor swift on it. She smiled at Dean and Cas.

"Are you..Jessica?' Dean asked softly, walking towards the girl cautiously.

Cas put a hand on Deans shoulder, "We are lucky that Sam is not here."

"What?" Dean looked at Cas curiously.

Suddenly the room transformed into a nice apartment room with light gray walls and a Led Zeppelin poster on the wall above the king sized bed. The same girl was sitting on the bed, except she was older....She smiled at Dean.

"Hi, Dean" she said softly, pulling her long caramel blonde hair to one side.

Deans smile faded, "Jessica?..." he said softly, a lump in his throat. It was Sam's old girl friend. Jessica.

"She's not real, Dean, we must go...now," Cas spun Dean around and suddenly they were spinning out of control. And then it was over. And they were back in there apartment. Back to there reality. But Sam was still gone.

  Cas glanced up at Dean with pity in his blue eyes, "Gabriel will not hurt Sam."

  Dean looked at Cas skeptically, running his hand along his chin, "What!?" He exclaimed.

  Cas sighed and stood up from the chair, "Dean...We must not worry."

  "What the hell, Cas! Earlier you told me that we have to save Sammy before he dies horribly! And know your saying we have to let him lounge around by the swimming pool with that creep?" Dean cried, his eyes wide.

  "Yes."