Beautiful People

"Hey!"

"Y/n!" Misha yelled. You bolted awake, taking deep breaths in, filling your lungs, then releasing the air. What was happening?

"Castiel! Please tell me you aren't a demon!"

"I'm not a demon, and right now, it's Misha. Are you okay? You've been in and out of consciousness for the past day. I'm worried about you."

"A day?"

"Yeah. They've added many new parts to the script. How'd you know about demon Castiel?" Misha asked. Your eyes widened as you forced yourself to stand.

"How come whenever I go to Supernatural Land or whatever and something happens, it changes the script? What is happening to me?"

"What exactly happened?"

"You, well Castiel, was possessed by a demon, and previously looked like Dean. He told me I was in a coma in the real world, and that I wasn't an actress. He told me I didn't know you, or Jensen, or Jared. He said that other versions of Castiel were trying to warn me of something. That I had to choose where I stayed. That I had to save you guys, or your characters, I don't know, otherwise he died. He said in the real world, the year was 2020. Am I real?"

"Yeah. Of course you're real. Why wouldn't you be?"

"I don't know. He lives in my head, feeding off my darkest thoughts. Misha, I'm scared."

"Come here," Misha said, opening his arms to hug you. You complied and buried your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. Something was familiar about the smell, but you couldn't place it. You touched your right forearm and winced. You pulled out of the hug and rolled up your sleeve.

The handprint was still there.

"Uh, Misha?" You questioned, showing him the mark. He gently grabbed your wrist and inspected the handprint.

"May I?" he inquired. You nodded and he placed his hand on the print. A perfect fit.

"It's obviously your hand," you chuckled.

"Was it Castiel?"

"Yeah, only he said he didn't remember his name. He was dressed like Castiel, but didn't act like him. It was odd."

"Come with me. You probably want food."

"Yes, I do." He grabbed your hand and led you out of the trailer and towards his trailer. He probably had good food. As you walked, you looked over at him, only to see the trench coated angel. You looked at your surroundings, and you were still heading to Misha's trailer.

"Misha?"

"Who's Misha? Is he a friend?" he asked. Clearly it want Misha. The environment changed to a field of flowers, with a forest and mountains surrounding the field. The sun was beginning to set, giving the valley a golden glow. Castiel bent down, picking a small daisy and turned, placing it behind your ear. His slightly calloused hand kept a firm grip on your own as the two of you continued to walk through the flowers.

"Look! It's a honeybee!" Castiel gasped, pointing at the bee, returning to it's hive for the night. You giggled at the adorable angel and watched the last ray's of sunshine such behind the mountains. As if on cue, fireflies darted into the sky, creating constellations of their own in the air. They swarmed around you, circling your legs before doing the same to Castiel. You laughed loudly as a few fireflies hovered above his head, creating a halo look. He was like a kid, and you loved it.

Castiel grinned and pulled you into a hug. You felt safe in his arms. You only met Misha, uh, Castiel a few days ago, but something about him seemed right. It felt right to fall for him. Like it was destiny. He pulled your face away and gazed into your eyes. The light of the fireflies made his eyes seem to glow.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.

"Uh, sure," you chuckled. He bit his lip and closed the gap between you. It was as if the final piece of the puzzle had been found. Fireworks erupted in your stomach and chest, telling you that this was perfect. That he was perfect. When he pulled away, you were smiling as wide as the moon.

"I like you, Hanna. I really do. And I hope you feel the same."

"I do, Castiel. I really do." He smiled and grabbed your hand, leading you to a picnic blanket surrounded by candles in a small clearing in the flowers. He laid down, signalling you to do the same. You did, and gazed up at the night sky. A shooting star crossed the sky and you closed your eyes to make a wish and you beamed as Castiel grabbed your hand.

'I wish that I could figure out what's going on.' you wished. You felt a warmth cover your body and looked to see Castiel covering you with his trench coat. You cuddled closer to him and he held you in his arms, both of you drifting into a deep sleep. A voice rang through your head, along with the face of demon Castiel.

"You love him, you do, and here's the miracle: he loves you too. You are allowed to lick off the color from his lips, to listen to the hymns in his pulse, to bask in the sunlight of his voice. You are allowed to have him. You love each other, you do, but here's the tragedy: it's not enough. You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up, to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together, to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out. You are not allowed to save him. You can love him, but you can't keep him."

'Why? Why was this happening to me? Did someone think this was funny? That pulling a joke like this was a good idea? I'm torn up about this. I can't save everyone. Someone always ends up dying. Always.' you thought.

"Oh, Y/n. I can't even begin to think about how awful you must feel... Oh, wait. Yes I can. I live in your head! I know everything!" Demon Castiel yelled.

"Get out of my head!"

And then, you woke up.