Let me help you out of darkness

Chapter 3

"I love you, I love you, I love yo-"

Dean was startled awake. What the hell was up with that dream? And the thing is, he could almost swear that the voice wasn't coming from inside his head. He was alone here though, or at least he thought he was until a nerdy looking dude in a trenchcoat turned around and stuck to his side like super glue.

Cas was burning hot when he wrapped his arm around Dean's waist. Man, having someone this close felt really good. Or maybe it was just Cas. Wait, what? No way. Dean was pretty sure he was just lonely. It wasn't Cas, couldn't have been Cas. Cas was a dude. A nerdy angel dude. A dude that was currently way too attached to Dean. Oh god if only that was it.

Cas, his Castiel, was currently sporting some impressive morning wood which was poking Dean's thigh. Shit shit shit. "Shit." Dean accidentally muttered out loud.

"Mmmph, you want to."

Wow, Cas sleep talked? Oh shit, why was Cas asleep anyway? Angels don't need sleep. What the hell was going on?

"Promise you won't go, don't leave. Dean don't leave me." Cas pushed himself harder onto Dean's thigh and moaned.

Dean couldn't take this anymore. He really didn't know what to do. He was freaking out. So Dean Winchester did what Dean Winchester does best.

He ran.

He ran to his brother.

Dean knelt down at Sam's grave and placed his palm on the headstone. He wished more than anything that Sam could be here right now, help him get through this. He was so confused. So confused.

"Hey, Sammy. Hey. Sam, I need to know if this is okay. What I'm feeling, it isn't right. You're gone and here I am waking up next to Cas."

At the mention of his angel's name Dean trembled. He couldn't help it. Instead of trying to find ways to bring back his baby brother, Dean was thinking about blue eyes and smooth, angelic hands, soft, plush lips and raven hair that sticked out all over the place.

"I'm so sorry. I'll leave, Sammy. I promise I'll leave. I c-can't. I can't forget you."

And that was it. The eldest Winchester's greatest fear. Losing all his memories of Sam. If he didn't even have that then what proof was there that the great Sam Winchester was ever alive?

Dean was afraid to live without Sam. He wasn't even sure he knew how to, but he didn't want to find out. He couldn't let go of Sam. Never.

"I'll stop this, don't you worry. It'll be okay Sasquatch. I'll come here everyday and we'll t-talk and it'll b-be ok-kay Sam. It's gonna be okay."

Dean was crying, but that was alright. Sam always said it was okay to cry.