Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

The Past Catching Up With Us

._.__.~Castiel~.__._.

I found myself dreaming again. It was a strange sensation, dreaming. Especially with eggnog and cookies.

I was in a blank, white room with someone else. It wasn't Felicity. But I had a feeling I knew who it was.

"Hello, Castiel. Long time, no see, brother." He greeted.

I narrowed my gaze. "Are you-"

"Django. Yes. I'm surprised you didn't recognize me right off. Then again, alcohol and drugs will shift your perception."

I tightened my fists. "Why are you here?"

"I'm only here because I've lost my VIP access to Felicity's dreamland."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh," He began to pace the perimeter of the room. "So she hasn't told you."

"Told me what?"

He chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? For the past month or so, I've been haunting your girlfriend's dreams."

I lunged at him and pinned him to the wall. "No. You're lying."

He merely laughed. "Am I?" He quickly regained his sternness.

"You must be. She would've told me what you've been doing."

"Believe what you want, brother. But I speak the truth. Just ask her once you wake up."

"You must be threatening her. What have you been saying to her?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Just that if she breathed a word of this to anyone I would snap their necks. Or something like that."

"Then why are you telling me this now? Are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not. You're obviously not gonna remember this. Even if you do, you'll put it off as some side effect of that Mary Jane-brandy combo."

"No. I would not just pretend it is nothing when I know better."

He laughed maliciously. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

"I should kill you right here and now." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"If only you could. But you don't have the mojo, do you? You can't smite me."

"No, but this is my dream. My dream, my rules."

I managed to conjure an angel blade and was about to stab him, until I realized he was gone. I turned around and saw at least a dozen Django's.

"Which one of us is real, Cassie?" One of them asked.

"Where's the real me?" Another spoke.

"Come and get me!"

"You gotta find me!"

"Come and find me!"

I covered my ears with my hands, dropping my angel blade, and sank to the floor on my knees. I hunched over, trying to get the voices out of my head. They continuously shouted at me, driving me insane. It was worse than angel radio.

Shouting, shouting, shouting-

And I awoke.

There was a raging pain in my head, and it felt like it was throbbing. It beat like a drum. A horrid thumping.

There was a horrible taste in my mouth. It practically burned my tastebuds. There was a raging fire in the pit of my stomach. There was a ringing in my ears.