Dream (Destiel)

Chapter Four

Cas

The next few days were nice. I stayed with Dean for a lot of the time and he told me the demons were leaving him alone. Right now I was talking to an angel, Harahel, who overseed the libraries of Heaven, so basically she knew all of the information to possibly know.

"I'm sorry Castiel, but I've never heard of an Adonael. Maybe Dean's confused." she told me after I explained my situation with Dean, minus the whole relationship part. Angel's weren't too fond of gay anything.

"No. No, there has to be something on him. He poisoned Dean." I said, my voice rising as I grew impatient. I was growing more and more tired of not knowing what was wrong with my boyfriend. 

Harahel sighed, smoothing down her brunette hair with her fingers that were painted blue. "I really am sorry Castiel. If I can find anything, I promise I'll let you know."

My breath was shortening and I tried to remind myself to calm down and not to get out of hand. "I think It's time for me to go. Let me know." I left and took myself back to the hospital parking lot, not wanting to scare anyone inside with me poofing in.

Before I went back and met with Sam to let him know about my lack of information, I stopped in Wing 6, the Chapel. There were a few people in there, a young girl, about sixteen, a woman in her late thirties, and an eldely man, heads bent in prayer.

I sat up front, closest to the pew, feeling strange that I was praying to my own kind. It just seemed right. "Hello brothers and sisters. This is Castiel. I know I'm not on good terms with many of you, but please, dig up any information you can on an angel named Adonael. He wants to take over, and that would be detrimental." I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. Heaven has gone through so much, we don't need anything more. "Please, help me so I can help you."

A tear dripped down onto my jeans, and I wiped my face, but they just kept falling. "Please." I mumbled over and over, hoping that if I prayed enough that I'd be helped.

I finally got up and left the chapel, the ones before me still praying. The young girl had started crying too, and was saying something about her mother and cancer. It was awful to see people praying for sick family members when no one would ever help them. It hurt to realize how many people depended on us, and how corrupt we were.

When I walked into Dean's room, there was an angel sitting in the chair beside the bed, an angel I've never noticed before. "Who are you?" I asked cautiously as my fingers latched onto the angel blade in my belt. 

"Put the blade away Castiel, I mean you no harm." The words spilled off his tonuge effortlessly, like honey pouring from a honey comb. He ran his fingers through his black hair and adjusted the sleeves on his coat, looking up and giving me a fake smile. "My name is Adonael, I think you've heard of me. Sorry your friends aren't coming to the rescue, I turned off angel radio."

Anger welled up in my chest and I moved closer to him, taking the blade out of my pocket and holding it protectively in front of me. "You did this to him." I pointed to Dean.

Adonael shook his head. "Collatoral damage as I see it. I had to get you distracted. But you can see inside of his head, which can't happen any longer."

"Wh- what do you mean?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. He rised from his chair, a few feet away from me.

"I'm not a terrible person, I'll give you five minutes." I tried to protest, ask him what he meant, but he snapped his fingers and I was in Dean's head again. 

He was sitting at a coffee table in a motel room, reading To Kill a Mockingbird, and he looked up at me, smiling. His smile faded when he saw the bewildered expression on my face.