The Castiel Chronicles

-Back to the future.

I watched Sam crawl into a car with that demon Ruby. I trust him even less than I did before, not that I had much trust with him to begin with. I knew that this was going to be going on, I was just not sure how to get the point across that it needed to be stopped. Though I had been an angel for as long as I could remember, I was not sure how to communicate well with mortals, they questions everything. I really am beginning to hate questions. People should just accept things as they are. 

I made my way into the Winchesters motel room to find Dean asleep, as I imagined, since I was sure he would not let Sam go with that demon freely. Though he had not completely accepted me for who I am, I knew that Dean always tried to do what was right in the end of things. 

I could tell he was having a bad dream, though I did not want to push into his mind and find out why. So instead I simply willed him awake. I did not really have the time to let him wake up on his own. 

“Hello Dean,” I began as he quickly woke up to find me in his hotel room. “What were you dreaming about?”

“What do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep?” Dean questioned. I could tell that he was angry but I did not really care to acknowledge his emotions at this time. “What do you want?”

“Listen to me,” I instructed him, “You have to stop it.”

“Stop what?” He asked as I placed my fingers against his forehead and he disappeared into nothingness. This was the best lesson I felt I would be able to give him, I only hoped that he would be able to learn from it.

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I had to send Dean back in time to see his family. I could not tell him my reasonings behind it, but I needed him to learn. However I had to lead him in, was how I was going to lead him in.

He had been here for a few hours now and I knew that it was time to make myself known, make sure that he remained on the correct path. I was running out of options at this point. I was going to need to relay some kind of good news or else there were going to be serious consequences and I was going to be the one suffer from them.

I stood waiting, knowing that he was about to cross my path and I was ready. I knew that he was not going to be that happy about it, but there was nothing I could do to change his emotions, that would be against his free will. 

Round the corner he came and I was braced. 

“What is this?” Dean demanded an answer of me.

“What does it look like?” I asked him.

“Is this real?” The questioning continued. 

“Vey,” I simply answered.

“Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans?” He asked, making a reference I was once again not aware of. “How did I get here?”

“Time is fluid Dean, it's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion.” I informed him with what information I did have. 

“Well bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!” He demanded of me, which would really get him nowhere.

“I told you, you have to stop it.” I informed him again. I knew that he was hard to get through but I believed that he was smarter than he made himself appear at times. 

“Stop what?” He asked, the anger in his voice becoming more apparent to me. “What, is there something nasty after my Dad?”

Dean’s attention was quickly distracted by a car horn that was quickly approaching, which became my cue to leave, I could not give him to much information, this was a lesson that he was going to have to learn on his own, but this time I was going to watch.