Post by Dean Winchester on Jan 11, 2017 21:41:31 GMT -5
Dean woke with a start, throwing up both arms to protect himself from the falling air-conditioning unit, only to find that he was safely in his Impala. “Weird dream” he thought to himself, yawning, and slapping his brother’s shoulder in the passenger seat to wake him up. Getting out of the car and stretching, Dean glanced up at the sky, trying to gage what time it was and how long they’d both been out for.
“Dude…what time is it?” Sam got out of the car as well, rubbing his face with one hand and then checking his watch. “I just had the weirdest dream…” “20 bucks says mine was weirder” Dean insisted. “I’m not kidding.” “No, I’m not kidding either” Sam promised, looking perplexed. “It was just…bizarre.” Dean rested his interlocked fingers on the top of the Impala, looking over its roof at Sam. “Mine had the actual Titanic in it.” He waited for acknowledgement from Sam that his dream was indeed weirder but instead all he got was an incredulous stare. “What?” He ran a quick hand over his face, wondering if maybe he’d drooled or something while he was sleeping. “Something on my face?” Sam continued to stare. “D-did it, uh…not sink” he threw out slowly. “Because”- “Balthazar had a hate on for Billy Zane” Dean finished, stunned. “Why are you having my dreams, dude?”
“It wasn’t a dream.” Castiel’s voice met both their ears suddenly from the spot he’d just materialized in a foot away. “Wait, what?” Dean pushed off of the car and moved to stand in front of it, next to his brother, opposite the angel. “You’re saying…this actually happened? T-that whole…whatever it was…t-that was real?” Castiel nodded a singular nod. “Yes.” The boys exchanged a baffled look and then turned their attention back to Castiel. “Wait. So what happened at the end” Sam wanted to know. It was a valid question in Dean’s mind. The last thing he remembered was almost getting crushed to death by an air-conditioning unit so something must have happened they didn’t know about. Yet.
“Well…I insisted that Balthazar go back in time and correct what he had done” Castiel explained solemnly. The boys looked at each other then back to Castiel again and inquired in unison, “why?” Castiel studied his feet for a moment and then looked from Sam to Dean, his gaze lingering on each for a brief second. “It was the only way to be sure you two were safe” he explained finally. Dean was actually touched by the gesture. Castiel had already come through for them so many times over the last two years and now he’d done it again. They really were his friends. And he was theirs. Though had you suggested this to Dean after first meeting the angel, he would have laughed you out of the country.
“So…you killed 50,000 people for us” Sam was concluding now, looking awed. “No I didn’t” Castiel objected, looking slightly uncomfortable. “They were never born. That’s far different from being killed, wouldn’t you say?” The words “being killed” triggered something for Dean who gave a sudden start. “Ellen and Jo??” Castiel’s expression crumpled slightly. “I’m sorry.” Dean felt something hot and raw building in his chest. It was like losing them all over again. “Hold on.” Desperate to avoid these kinds of feelings, Dean held up both hands like a traffic cop, changing the subject to something else that he’d been mulling over for a few minutes now. “So…if you guys went and changed everything back…then that whole timeline or whatever…it just got erased?” “More or less” Castiel agreed and Dean gestured between himself and his brother curiously. “Why do we remember it then?” “Because I wanted you to remember it” the angel answered simply, which didn’t really help clear things up, so Dean pressed harder. “Why?” “I wanted you to know who fate really is” Castiel explained grimly. “She’s cruel and capricious.” “I’d go so far as bitch” Dean corrected and Cas didn’t object. He even partially smiled before his expression became serious and focused once more. “You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny” he began with passion. “You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for.” He finished with a decisive, “I just wanted you to understand that.” Dean was impressed.
The conversation seemed to be winding down to a halt but there was one more thing Dean needed to know. “So…” He raised a bemused eyebrow. “Did Balthazar really unravel the sweater over a chick flick??” There was the briefest of pauses in which Dean could have sworn Castiel looked a bit shifty before he was confirming, “yes. Absolutely, that’s what he did.” “Wow.” Dean gave his head an amazed shake.
“It might be time to take away his cable privileges.”
“Dude…what time is it?” Sam got out of the car as well, rubbing his face with one hand and then checking his watch. “I just had the weirdest dream…” “20 bucks says mine was weirder” Dean insisted. “I’m not kidding.” “No, I’m not kidding either” Sam promised, looking perplexed. “It was just…bizarre.” Dean rested his interlocked fingers on the top of the Impala, looking over its roof at Sam. “Mine had the actual Titanic in it.” He waited for acknowledgement from Sam that his dream was indeed weirder but instead all he got was an incredulous stare. “What?” He ran a quick hand over his face, wondering if maybe he’d drooled or something while he was sleeping. “Something on my face?” Sam continued to stare. “D-did it, uh…not sink” he threw out slowly. “Because”- “Balthazar had a hate on for Billy Zane” Dean finished, stunned. “Why are you having my dreams, dude?”
“It wasn’t a dream.” Castiel’s voice met both their ears suddenly from the spot he’d just materialized in a foot away. “Wait, what?” Dean pushed off of the car and moved to stand in front of it, next to his brother, opposite the angel. “You’re saying…this actually happened? T-that whole…whatever it was…t-that was real?” Castiel nodded a singular nod. “Yes.” The boys exchanged a baffled look and then turned their attention back to Castiel. “Wait. So what happened at the end” Sam wanted to know. It was a valid question in Dean’s mind. The last thing he remembered was almost getting crushed to death by an air-conditioning unit so something must have happened they didn’t know about. Yet.
“Well…I insisted that Balthazar go back in time and correct what he had done” Castiel explained solemnly. The boys looked at each other then back to Castiel again and inquired in unison, “why?” Castiel studied his feet for a moment and then looked from Sam to Dean, his gaze lingering on each for a brief second. “It was the only way to be sure you two were safe” he explained finally. Dean was actually touched by the gesture. Castiel had already come through for them so many times over the last two years and now he’d done it again. They really were his friends. And he was theirs. Though had you suggested this to Dean after first meeting the angel, he would have laughed you out of the country.
“So…you killed 50,000 people for us” Sam was concluding now, looking awed. “No I didn’t” Castiel objected, looking slightly uncomfortable. “They were never born. That’s far different from being killed, wouldn’t you say?” The words “being killed” triggered something for Dean who gave a sudden start. “Ellen and Jo??” Castiel’s expression crumpled slightly. “I’m sorry.” Dean felt something hot and raw building in his chest. It was like losing them all over again. “Hold on.” Desperate to avoid these kinds of feelings, Dean held up both hands like a traffic cop, changing the subject to something else that he’d been mulling over for a few minutes now. “So…if you guys went and changed everything back…then that whole timeline or whatever…it just got erased?” “More or less” Castiel agreed and Dean gestured between himself and his brother curiously. “Why do we remember it then?” “Because I wanted you to remember it” the angel answered simply, which didn’t really help clear things up, so Dean pressed harder. “Why?” “I wanted you to know who fate really is” Castiel explained grimly. “She’s cruel and capricious.” “I’d go so far as bitch” Dean corrected and Cas didn’t object. He even partially smiled before his expression became serious and focused once more. “You’re the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny” he began with passion. “You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that that’s something worth fighting for.” He finished with a decisive, “I just wanted you to understand that.” Dean was impressed.
The conversation seemed to be winding down to a halt but there was one more thing Dean needed to know. “So…” He raised a bemused eyebrow. “Did Balthazar really unravel the sweater over a chick flick??” There was the briefest of pauses in which Dean could have sworn Castiel looked a bit shifty before he was confirming, “yes. Absolutely, that’s what he did.” “Wow.” Dean gave his head an amazed shake.
“It might be time to take away his cable privileges.”
