Chapter 21

Reality

Castiel woke up to see the early morning sunlight start to filter through the window's blinds. He looked over and saw Dean sleeping soundly next to him. Castiel couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement as he studied his sleeping form. Dean was so beautiful. So strong. So confident.

Then, before Castiel could stop them, Anna final words came trickling back into his mind…

"They'll kill him for what he's done! They'll kill him! They'll never let you be together! NEVER!"

The memories of the passion filled night he had shared with Dean quickly were overshadowed by Anna's words. Tears filled his eyes and began rolling down his cheeks.

What had he been thinking? Did he really believe that any relationship beyond that of an angel and his charge would ever be possible? Yes, Anna was dead. The one who knew the truth of his shame was dead. But how long did he really think his secret would remain intact about him and Dean?

Castiel was terrified of the thought of falling. It was something every angel feared. But with Dean at least Castiel felt it would at least be worth it. But if Dean was gone, if the angels took him away…

It was a fate worse than anything Castiel could ever imagine.

Castiel slipped out of the bed, not disturbing Dean's sleep. He got dressed and looked at Dean as he slipped on his trench coat.

It had to be done. There was no other choice. He could not allow Dean to suffer because of his angel's sins. He would not do that to him.

Castiel closed his eyes, his heart heavy. Memories of their time together… their kisses… their love-making… their sweet words of devotion… Castiel burned each one into his memory. He opened his eyes and knelt before Dean's sleeping form. Dean remained asleep, unaware of the torment Castiel was experiencing. The angel took a deep breath and reached over to touch two fingers to Dean's forehead.

"I love you, Dean Winchester," Castiel whispered through his tears as he gently touched him.

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Dean woke up.

He groggily sat up and looked around the motel room. Sam was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Dean frowned, looking around. He felt… disoriented.

"Dude," Dean croaked. "What town are we in?"

Sam looked up from his paper and arched an eyebrow at him.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Sam replied dryly. "Westfield, Pennsylvania."

Dean rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He paused for a moment, letting Sam's words sink in.

"Pennsylvania…" Dean said, as if trying to make sense of it.

"Yeah… I forgot where we were too," Sam said casually. "We've been all over the place the last few weeks and now we've lost track. I had to get a paper to help remind me."

Dean nodded slowly and padded over to the table, dropping into the seat across from Sam.

"Yeah… I guess so," He said, taking a sip of the other cup of coffee Sam had waiting for him. "I dunno… must be the dream I had…"

Sam looked up at him curiously. "Dream? What were you dreaming about?"

Dean frowned, trying to remember. The dreams slipped from his grasp, though, like silk threads being blown away in the wind.

He shrugged. "Dunno. Can't remember them."

Dean began looking through the fast food bags sitting on the table. Sam went back to reading the paper. Dean couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong… something he was supposed to remember was missing…

Suddenly, the brothers felt a cool breeze. They both looked up to see Castiel standing nearby.

Dean wondered why he felt his heart beat faster at the sight of the angel.

"Hey, Cas," Dean said casually. "Want some breakfast?"

Castiel ignored Dean's question.

"You are both needed," Castiel said stoically. "We believe there is a seal in danger."

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah yeah. And you need us to go protect it."

Castiel looked at Dean with a frown. "This is important, Dean."

Dean looked up at Castiel and their eyes locked. Dean suddenly felt his stomach flip flop in a way that had never happened before when he had looked at the angel. Like there was something there…

Castiel looked away and the moment was lost.

"You are needed in Iowa. Your friend Bobby will have the details you need."

Sam sighed and folded up the newspaper.

"Alright. I guess I'll start packing us up then."

Sam got up and began moving around the room, gathering their things. Dean couldn't stop looking at Castiel though. He felt… something… something he couldn't explain.

And then the angel disappeared, leaving Dean with only a vague sense of something amiss.

"Hey, you gonna help me out here or what?" Sam asked in an exasperated tone.

"Yeah," Dean replied, his trance broken. "Yeah, I'm coming."

Dean got up and they busied themselves preparing for their next case.

The End

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Alright! Before y'all go grabbing your pitchforks and torches and come hunting me down over the way I ended the story, hear me out! This is the end of this particular story. I am going to do a sequel! Come on, you didn't really think I could end things in such a crappy way for them, did ya? ; ) I did want to wrap up this story, though, because I have three others that really need to be worked on/ finished. Once I get those where I want them I promise to start the sequel!

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