#wizardinpyjamas fic

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Castiel had been on his way to the bunker’s kitchen when he heard it, a kind of shouting, short and clipped. Frightened. It sounded like Dean was having a nightmare.

Cas stopped outside of Dean’s bedroom, leaning into the door to listen, waiting for the shouting to stop. Cas held his breath. This one seemed worse than the others, going on for much longer. He cracked open the door to Dean’s room. Dean was fast asleep, thrashing around in his bed, shouting out in fear at whatever was plaguing his sleep, but this time was different. Dean seemed to be hitting himself in his sleep, his hands curled up into tight fists, hitting himself in the stomach, the chest, the head, over and over and over with every gasp, every shout.

“Dean!” Cas shouted, rushing into the room. He moved over to Dean’s bed, taking the man by the shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. “Dean,” Cas repeated. “Dean, wake up!”

But Dean wouldn’t wake, and the hitting wouldn’t stop. Cas stood next to Dean’s bed, watching his friend hurt himself, not sure what to do. He just knew he needed to stop it.

Cas took off his trenchcoat and threw it over Dean’s chair. He slipped off his shoes and carefully climbed onto Dean’s bed. Cas brought Dean up against him, holding him tight against his chest, pinning his arms to his side. Dean continued to struggle, but after a few moments his breathing seemed to calm down, getting slower and slower.

When Dean woke up the next morning he found that he wasn’t alone. He noticed the presence of someone new before he opened his eyes, and for a while he lay there, breathing deeply, feeling safe. He didn’t know if Cas knew he was awake, but he snuggled into the crook of his arm a bit more, not wanting to ever move.

He felt tired, worn out; he knew he’d had a rough night. The sensation of waking up feeling like his mind had been punched over and over was not something new. But waking up in an angel’s arms, warm and protected - loved - that was new. And he never wanted it to go away.

Title: Waiting On The Thunder Chapters: 1/2 Rating: PG Pairing: Castiel/DeanWinchester Summary: Sam gets kidnapped by a faerie. Dean, Cas, Jack, Jo and Charlie go to rescue him. The faerie Queen has a few tricks up her sleeve. Wordcount: 3720

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Chapter 1: Part One

In the dream Dean was a child again, walking along the bank of a lake. The air was thick with the smell of burgers, and a quiet hush seemed to ripple over the water, its surface alive with sunlight.

He could see himself as if from a distance, wearing a pair of blue shorts and a coat that was meant for someone years older than him. The hems of the sleeves dragged along the bank, damp sand grating between his toes. There were no clouds and the sky was blue and clear, but he shivered as he walked along the edge of the water toward a figure in the distance.

As he approached the figure suddenly became clear as if Dean had focused the lens of a camera. It was his mother, kneeling over a portable barbecue, flipping burgers over as they sizzled in the sunlight. She wore the same dress she had worn the day she died, her hair flowing behind her, golden and luscious in the sunlight.

“Have you come to help me?” his mother said, raising her head. Her hair blew free in the wind, making her look younger than Dean remembered. “There’s so much to do and so little time.”

Dean swallowed against the hard lump in his throat. “Mom—I've missed you, Mom."

Mary smiled. “I’ve missed you too honey. But I’m not gone, you know. I’ll always be with you.”

Dean shook his head, trying to wake himself. “No,” he cried. “You’re gone, and you’re never coming back,” he told the figure, but Mary was looking out across the lake, her face troubled. The sky had turned an ominous grey, the sun had retreated against heavy, dark clouds that had suddenly appeared.

“Come here,” said Mary, and when Dean came to her she took his hand. She looked in his eyes, her gaze fixed and fierce. “Whatever you do,” she said, her tone now serious, no longer kind and content, “do not dance. Do you understand. Do not dance.”

Dean shook his head. “What do you mean?” Mary didn’t answer, just looked back towards the lake. He looked after her towards the distant shore where a small ripple was starting to form. It got bigger and bigger until suddenly it had formed into a kind of wave. It lifted out of the previously still lake, a huge shapeless beast pushing the wave towards him. He threw up his hands—

And woke up gasping, his heart slamming painfully against his ribs.