Guardian Angel||Destiel

seven

Shortly after we got out and dried off on the deck, looking up at the stars. I don't know how long we laid there but at once point I ended up passing out, listening to Castiel tell me stories about when he was down here and occupied a female vessel and the crazy shit he did. I woke up in my bed, still naked by the way, with him gone. It was morning and it was gloomy out, clearly gonna rain soon. Memories of last night flooded in and even though I was only acting so boldly because I had alcohol in me, that didn't change the fact that I was hardcore crushing on a literal angel. What a fucking time to be alive man.

I get out of bed and stretch, relieving tension from sleeping. I got pajama bottoms on and I go to walk out the door when I suddenly remember the dream I was having last night. It hit me like a bus too.

We were adults. It was Sammy and I, we were at a house that I didn't recognize, slowly walking around cautiously. Looked like we were on a hunt. We both had our guns drawn, and moved slowly and steadily. Using hand motions like we used to do to communicate with each other. I gesture for Sam to go ahead dof me to check one door so I could check the other and as he moved forward someone came out and grabbed his head, slamming him into the wall hard. "Dean!" He yells and before i could get to them, they plunged a knife into his abdomen and ran past me, shoving me to knock me off balance. I ran over to Sam, noting the blood not only soaking his front, but it was pouring from the back of his head. "Sammy, hey, it's okay. I'm here baby brother, breathe." I say while holding up, supporting the back of his neck. He was bleeding badly and I had a sick feeling in my gut. "Dean.. I can't hear, my vision is weird too.." Sam trails off and I shush him and press my hand to his stomach to try and stop the bleeding. "Hey look at me, Sammy it's okay. It's not that bad alright? I'll get you out of here." I say, and I knew that'd be hard. He has a head injury and a stab wound. Plus he was way taller than me now. And just bigger in general, it'd be hard to move him without causing more damage. "Okay here hold your stomach, I need to support your head okay? I'll get you to a hospital." I say and guide his hands to hold it and he winces. I held the back of his neck and just as I go to move him, I felt him stiffen up completely and fall into me. "Sammy?!" I yell, sitting down and holding him. He started seizing up and I felt tears roll down my face. I woke up.

That didn't even feel like a dream, it was hyper realistic and the grown up versions of us looked as if it genuinely could be us. It felt more like a memory I haven't experienced yet more than a dream. Wait what if that's why.. I throw up my bedroom door and run down the stairs, and ran through the house. I ignored Dad calling for me as I ran out, not bothering to close the door and I ran across the street.

"Castiel!" I yell while banging on his door and he opened it fairly quick. "Yes Dean?" He says and I shove him backwards. "Tell me right now you're not here to help me cope with Sammy's death in the future." I say sternly and he tilts his head. "Dean I-" he starts but i was getting angry. Sam is not dying before me. That kid is gonna live till he's 100 fuck that. And we are not hunting again ever. "No! Tell me right now, tell me." I say and he shakes his head, confusion clear on his face.

"I am not here to comfort you Dean. My mission is to protect you. Who told you that I was here to comfort you through Sam dying?" He asks and I sigh. "I had a dream Sam died, it was bad his head.. stabbed, seizure and I.. Castiel if Sam got hurt badly you'd help him too right?" I ask and he nods. "Although my job is to protect you, I will help your brother if he ever needs. I can assure you, he's protected well enough though. He won't ever need me." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.