Typing || Destiel

...forty two

"Daddy, wake up!"

My eyes dart open, and I see a little girl before my eyes. Her hair is a chocolate brown and has curls at the ends. "What?" I, confused. She lets out a sweet, high pitched giggle. "Daaad! Daddy's being a weirdo again." Dad? I think. I hear footsteps approaching and look up as a man enters, but it's not who I expect.

"Is daddy being silly again?" the man in front me says. He walks over and sits next to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Good morning," the smile on his face is bigger an goofier than I've ever seen it.

"Sam?"

-

It's an hour until I emerge from the bedroom that leads to a huge, gorgeous kitchen, which contains Sam cooking what I would assume is breakfast. "You okay?" He asks, turning his head slightly so he can look at me and focus on the eggs in the frying pan. "Yeah of course why wouldn't I be?" The words rush out of my mouth in an uncomfortable blob. "Okay, if you say so babe." He puts his hands up in defense as a joke but I don't find it so funny.

"I have to go," I inform Sam, who gives me a strange look.

"Okay, can I ask why?"

"Oh, uh, work, they called me in."

"Okay, have a good day."

I start to head outside, but I'm stopped by Sam's voice again. "Cas," I turn around and see Sam holding up keys, "I think you're forgetting something."

"Right. Of course," I grab the keys from his hand and give him a quick peck on the cheek so I don't seem as weird as I'm being. He gives me a pointed look, "and I'm assuming you have your work clothes in the car?"

I holler a quick "yes" before finally leaving the house. There are two cats in the garage, so, in a hurry, I try the key on the first one, and surprisingly it unlocks, and I get in, shutting the door behind me. I see a flip phone in the dashboard, so I open it and dial a number, the only one I know by heart.

"Hey, Cas, what's up?" The voice that makes my heart beat a thousand times a second surrounds my ear, and suddenly I feel at home again. I can't find any words to say, so I just stay silent.

"Hello?" he says, "hello?" he pauses "okay." I hear the phone hang up, so I look around for something useful in the car, and finally spot the navigational system.

-

It takes me a while, but I finally find out where Dean lives from the navigational system in the car. He's about 35 miles away from my supposed house, which is weird to me. I don't know what's happening,— whether this is an alternate reality or what —but wouldn't Dean be living in the house he bought for me and him? My brain scattered, I gently press the gas pedal with my foot, off to find out what the hell is happening.

It's about a half an hour before a arrive at my destination; A three story Victorian house; its outside walls a creamy yellow. It's about ten miles out of town, which confuses me; aren't houses like these usually in town?

Possibilities of what could happen start to float around in my brain as I feel paranoia and anxiety rush around my body like it's a race track. My hands shaking, I grab the handle and open the car door, feeling the humid air grasp my face as if it were holding on for dear life. My legs lead me to the door, and my brain is now flashing images of the horrible possibilities that could take place in a few moments.  I ball my hand into a fist, ready to knock on the door, when I hear something unusual. It's Dean's voice, except he doesn't sound happy at all; he's screaming at someone.