Nightmares

Running.

He's running as fast as he can, hoping to get to Sam before Dean does. But it's not Dean. It hasn't been Dean since he said yes to Michael. The archangel is wearing Dean's beautiful face and causing so much chaos. Everyone had been searching for him ever since he disappeared after killing Lucifer. One problem had been solved, but another emerged.

Sam, Castiel and Jack are trying to stop him. Dean's in there somewhere, Cas can feel it. Sam is lying on the floor, drenched in his own blood, and Jack is refusing to use his powers - scared that he'd hurt Dean. Cas gets his attention, hoping to save Sam. Green eyes stare back at him. Looking at him now, Cas can see that it's not his dean.

"Dean?" He hesitates.

Dean's laughter filled his ears. "Dean is no longer available", Michael says in Dean's voice.

Castiel closes his eyes for a second before focusing on Dean. "Dean? Please. I know you're in there. You have to fight him", he says.

Michael storms towards him in anger, wrapping his hand around Castiel's throat. He leans in, close enough for Cas to be able to count all the freckles on Dean's face. An evil smirk appeared on his lips. "You want him back. Because you're in love with him", Michael says. Castiel doesn't say anything. "He's in love with you too, you know?" Castiel freezes.

Michael laughs. "I'm just kidding! He can't stand to look at you. He hates you, Castiel. Ever since he met you, his life has been filled with pain and sorrow. He wishes you'd die and stay dead. He'd be happier. He's better off without you. Why do you think he kicked you out of the bunker when you were human? He wants nothing to do with you, why can't you see that?"

Castiel forced himself not to cry. "You're lying", he choked out.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Really? Let's see how he reacts to you being human again". Suddenly, Michael was obtaining Castiel's grace. His throat was healed before Michael threw him across the room. He landed on the floor, coughing up blood. Sam and Jack ran to his side immediately; Jack healing his wounds as best he could.

"Stop!" Michael yelled.

All attention turned to the archangel. He looked in pain. "Get out!" He yelled in anger. But there was something different about him. Castiel struggled to stand, so he was leaning on Sam and Jack. Everyone watched as Dean fought to get control. "I don't think so", Michael said, gaining control. "You sit back there and enjoy the show".

He doubled over in pain before standing up in a panic. The archangel blade was in his hand as he looked at Sam, Cas and Jack. "I'm sorry", Michael - no, Dean - said before pushing the blade into his stomach. His eyes widened in pain. Everyone ran to him as he collapsed onto the floor. Sam held his brother in his arms, tears already falling.

"Dean", Sam began. "Stay with us, we'll save you. You'll be okay".

Dean grabbed Sam's hand. "Protect them", he whispered before closing his eyes.

"Dean?" Sam asked. "No, no, no, no! Please!"

Castiel woke up panting. Quickly, he wiped away his tears and forced himself out of bed. He checked the clock on the night stand: 5am. He walked around the bunker to the kitchen to make himself a mug of coffee. He sat at the table alone. Everyone else was still asleep, so he would be able to think quietly for a while. There's a lot of things he needs to think about.

"Struggling to sleep?" A deep voice said from behind him.

Frantically, he turned around to see Dean smiling at him. He instantly calmed. He watched as Dean made himself a mug of coffee and joined Cas at the table. "Yeah, I'm just not used to sleeping", he lied. Dean sat opposite him, hands wrapped around the mug. "Don't worry about me. How are you, Dean?" He asked, looking into the green eyes he loves.