Guardian Angel

Chapter 3

They just got back from the walk to the park, as soon as they got home Dean went up to his room to change.
"Hey Dean, wanna go out and grab a bite and drinks?" He heard Sam yell from the bottom of the stairs. Dean peeked his head out of his room.
"Yeah sure, why not?" He answered back.

Once they got to the bar it was pretty crowded, it being a Saturday afternoon and all.
"Okay, I'll go grab the beers to start us off then we'll grab something to eat. Sound good?" Sam asked.
"Sounds great!" Dean replied. Sam turned around on his heals and started walking towards the bar. Dean looked around for an empty table or booth. In far corner he saw a small one just big enough for him and Sam to sit. Walking over he felt like he was watched.
"Hello son..." He heard a soft whisper of a familiar voice. He stops in his tracks.
"No..." Dean says in disbelief "It can't be."
"It's all your fault son, and you didn't even tell Sammy." He heard John say again. Dean looked around frantic for who ever was saying that.
He looked to his left and there he was... John Winchester standing right in front of him with a shit eating grin on his face.
"N-No, you're dead..." Dean said with tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yup, because you killed me." John taunted. Dean shook his head.
"No, you are not here!" Dean growled.

Cas' POV
I was standing in the corner looking at Dean from time to time but it suddenly got cold, as the temperature in the room got down with a few degrees. Thats when i saw the ghost. He was older late thirty maybe early forties, he was wearing a dirty plaid shirt and run down jeans, but he had a bullet scar on his forehead that was bleeding. He was talking to Dean. I could tell that he was upset and knew the ghost somehow... John. I thought to myself. I had to get him away from Dean, I could tell he was driving him insane.
I walked up behind John when he was in the middle of a sentence taunting Dean. I turned him around and took him by surprise and put my palm on his forehead to make him unconscious. It wasn't gonna keep him down long but it was enough for Dean to get out of here safe.

The taunting stopped and Dean looked around surprised... John wasn't here anymore. He heard footsteps coming up from behind him and tensed up.
"Hey dude, sorry that took so long there was a fight at the bar that I had to help break u- Dean, you okay?" Sam asked with a concerned look on his face. Dean wiped his tear and cleared his throat.
"Listen Sammy, I need to tell you something..."
"What's wrong, are you okay?"
"It's not about me, well not fully... But it's about dad." Sam's expression changed.
"What about him?" Sam asked.
"You need to know the truth Sammy... About how dad died."
"Um... Okay, let's get out of here first, okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, okay." Dean said. They slowly walked towards the door out of the bar. Dean glanced over and saw a glimpse of a man in a trench coat looking at him with a worried but tired expression, he looked back at Sam but did a double take and looked back but... The man in the trench wasn't there.

Dean listened to the hum of the Impala beneath him.
"Sammy I'm-"
"No, I don't want to hear it." He interrupted.
"But Sammy if you lis-"
"There's nothing to listen about Dean! You killed dad." Sam snapped.
"Don't you think I know that? I have to live with that for the rest of my life... But Sammy I couldn't just watch he was hitting y-"
"Don't put this on me!"
"I'm not saying this is your fault... There's no one to blame but me. If it means anything to you... I'm sorry."
"I realize why you did it Dean but it's the fact you didn't tell me, I don't want to talk to you."
"But Sam-"
"No, just no... I don't want to talk to you." Sam said. Dean stopped trying to talk... The rest of the drive home was built on an uncomfortable silence. As soon as they pulled up into the drive way, Sam turned the engine off.
Dean was fixing to say something, but Sam got out and slammed the door before he could. He sat there in the lonely silence comforted by the company of the impala slightly.
He climbed out closing the door. He went inside and toed his shoes off.
"Hey, you guys are back early. I have supper in the oven if you wa-"
"Not hungry." Dean interrupted Jess walking about to his room.
He climbed up the stairs fast and slammed the door behind him.
Whats wrong with you Sammy? Can't you understand why i did all this? I did it for you! He thought. Sammy couldn't understand. Sammy cant remember but Dean could bet his last dollar that Sam still had the scars on his back.
He was angry, why was he seeing John? Now, after all these years? I killed him when i was 15. Now I'm 28. What do you want from me old man? Dean thought. He kicked the bed, grabbed the blanket sheets and threw them on the floor. He felt the anger growing inside him as he grabbed the lamp on his bedside table and threw it to the wall watching the little glass pieces falling on the ground. He stood in front of the wall with his forehead resting on it. He could feel his breath on his own face. Trying to calm down, he hit the wall with his fist so hard, he heard his bones crack. The man just looked at his hand, he couldnt care less for his hand than he did now. He teared his shirt and let it fall on the floor, his other clothes following it. As soon as he got under the hot water, he felt his muscles relaxing.
After about 15 minutes under the water all the anger was out... All there was left was fear, Why am I seeing John? He thought for the thousandth time that evening. Maybe I'm just tired. He told himself. So he turned the water off, blindly put his arm out of the shower curtain and got a towel, wiped his face. He slowly opened the curtains and lowered the towel from his face... He looked up and on the mirror were a words written all over it by the steam, Murderer, Guilty, It's All Your Fault, and last of all You're Gonna Pay For What You Did, Son.
Dean quickly stepped out of the shower and ran over to the mirror and wiped all the words off with his towel. He looked at the now clean mirror and say his reflection. "What's happening to me?"

Cas' POV
I heard the water running in the shower. He's been in there for a while... But then I thought I would too if I were human and had a day like this. So I sit there on his bed quietly. I took a deep breath and hoped things would get better.
"Hello, Castiel," I heard a voice say I could tell who it was just by the drop of temperature. I kept my eyes closed just a bit longer. "You know if I wasn't some vengeful spirit I'd probably thank you for looking out for my son," I opened my eyes at that. "But since I am, I'm just pissed." He finished.
"What do you want?" I asked already knowing the answer.
"Revenge. I didn't deserve what I got... I didn't deserve to die." He replied starting to get an angry tone in his voice.
"Didn't deserve to die? What kind of a monster do you have to be to beat your child like that?"
"He deserved it!" said John and the anger in his voice was easy to notice.
"And what did he do to deserve it if i might ask? He was a good kid, he studied a lot, Dean helped him because he wanted Sam to be better than him, is that why he deserved to be beaten?" I tried control my voice so i dont get Dean's attention. But i heard the water turn off. I stood up fast and knocked John out again, hoping he doesnt bother Dean soon. I went to the darkest corner and kept quiet.

Dean went out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He took a deep breath and sat on the bed putting his head in his hands. I'm just tired. He told him self again. He took the towel off and put some clothes on. He walked over to the bed and slowly got under the covers Or am I just going crazy?

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