A Long Hunt

Distress Call

When Dean woke up the next day extremely pissed. Sam had been sure to set his mood for the whole damn day.

The youngest Winchester had assumed that it would be a great idea to stick a damn feather in Dean's nose while he slept. It was one of the feathers Castiel had shed the previous night.

Dean ended up breathing in the feather and choking himself awake while Castiel was pulled from his comatose state inside Dean's mind.

The angel discovered that it was a very unpleasant feeling to be wrenched from a dream abruptly. It felt like he was being pulled in ten different directions at once while being squeezed though a tiny mouse sized hole.

Dean’s gun was in his hand and he was waving it wildly around as he tried to get the feather from his windpipe. Sam had fallen to the ground clutching his stomach because he was laughing so hard.

Castiel was grimacing in pain as he tried to check on Dean.

Finally, the eldest Winchester dislodged the feather and spit it into his hand. The hunter’s throat and nose burned and felt all scratchy.

Dean chucked the soggy feather at Sam and it stuck to his face as he continued to laugh.

“Fuck you Sam. You’re an asshole. Maybe you should be in a room by yourself.” Dean shouted at his brother as he wiped the sleep and tears from his watering eyes.

“Ahhh it’s too late for that man! I got rid of that room an hour ago!” Sam said as he scraped the feather from his face. He still was giggling as Dean stood up and stomped off to the kitchen to get some water.

Castiel watched as Dean huffed off. Sam could be quite annoying sometimes.

“Hey Cas, I didn’t know you actually slept.” The younger Winchester said glancing at the angel with a smile still etched into his face.

“I normally don’t. I have only experienced sleep two times and that was because my grace was extremely depleted.”

“Were you sleeping today?”

“No.” Castiel said squinting at Sam.

“Oh… what were you doing then? You seemed pretty out of it to me.”

“I was standing alongside your brother inside his dreams, which I might add you pulled me very painfully from when you woke him like that.”

Sam’s eyes went wide and his smile melted away. “Oh. Shit. Sorry Cas! I didn’t know that. Man, I wouldn’t have… if I had known.”

Castiel just turned his head towards the opposite wall and sat there with a blank stare.

“Does… uh… does Dean know that you go inside his dreams?”

“No, he does not.”

“Oh…..” Sam mumbled blushing slightly now.

Sam didn’t know what to say anymore. He felt bad for hurting Cas, but still had fun messing with Dean. The two sat in silence as they waited for the eldest Winchester to come back into the room.

When Dean returned he had a glass of water in his hand and was wearing a tired, but clearly defined bitch face. “Fuck you Sam.” Dean told his brother again.

The water hadn’t done much for his sore throat and nose.

“Man, I’m sorry!”

“No. Sorry nothing. The prank war is officially on again.”

“Awww God damn it Dean! Is that really-“ Sam started whining but Dean interrupted him.

“Yes. It is really necessary. This is your own damn fault. Just remember that.”