Facing Reality chapter 3
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Chapter Three
Dean sat in the car. It was about the only thing he could do at the moment.
Sam was still Sam alright; enormous, impulsive, warm and overly sentimental to the point that it was embarrassing. Kind of like a giant teddy bear that knew how to kill and do research. Kind of like someone who didn’t care about things like incest and sexual orientations and the wrongness of attacking people with their lips. What did you call those people again? Oh yeah, sexual offenders.
Movement caught his eye from the room and Dean realized without looking up that the curtain was moving.
Sam.
Before he even knew he was moving, the car was in reverse and he was out of the parking lot.
Dean didn’t know how long he drove for. It was pretty freaking crazy, even for him. This whole situation didn’t make any sense.
Somewhere outside of town Dean realized that he believed Sam about part of this at least. Something was off about the whole situation.
Since when did Djinn give you a dream come true that you didn’t want? Last time he had wanted to believe the lie so badly that he’d blindly accepted it before the day had even ended.
And his memories?
They felt fine to Dean, but what the hell, if he was being honest they could have been fucked with. If that was the case then how was it any different than the little stunt Balthazar had pulled with the Titanic? Both he and Sam had remembered their lives differently then.
Dean found himself staring at the green stoplight as it turned yellow for the second time in front of him and only then realized that he’d stopped driving.
What if this was an alternate reality?
A reality where the only thing that had changed was Sam and Dean? One of them somewhere along the line had done something differently and this is where they’d ended up.
The light turned red.
There were so many issues that Dean had with this. First of all, it was a different world. Second, he and Sam were still brothers, third, how could there ever be a way for this to be okay, and fourth, he still felt straight.
And yes, okay, the feel of Sam’s lips on his own had been more than weirdly familiar. Like he was kissing himself almost, or… or like he’d felt it ten thousand times before.
Dean swallowed and remembered to drive.
But if that were true then why did he remember life the other way?
There was an easy way to solve this really.
Dean pulled over. It was hard enough to drive right now, not that he’d ever admit it.
He took a breath, and held back the sigh at how ridiculous this always felt.
“Dear Castiel,” he started, letting his eyes fall shut. “Please get your feathery ass down here and help me… everything’s really fucked up and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“I don’t think anyone ever taught you how to prey correctly.”
Dean jumped.
It was getting kind of sad actually. The angel’s sudden voice should have been less of a surprise after all this time, especially when Dean was waiting for him.
“I can teach you if you’d like.”
Dean shot Cas a disgruntled look.
“As long as you answer I don’t really see the point.”
Castiel frowned. Well, frowned more than usual.
“Dean, is there a reason that you called?”
Dean sighed. Man he missed the days when he and Sam had been his first priority… or saving the world through him and Sam, but that was beside the point.
“Look, does the world seem strange to you?”
Castiel stared at him for a long moment.
“There are many things that are difficult to understand but the world itself…”
“No, not the whole world just… okay, would you find it weird if I suddenly started to… like Sam?”
His voice came out small and high on the word and he suddenly felt like he was in fifth grade again asking Sandra mills if she wanted to hold hands at recess.
As expected Castiel didn’t get it.
“Listen, a couple hours ago Sam made it clear that he thought we were going to sleep together and then he friggen kiss raped me!”
Castiel nodded slowly, like he was missing part of the story.
“Alright.”
“Alright?” Dean demanded. “How is that alright?”
Dean suddenly became aware of the hysterical pitch of his voice, the silence of the night surrounding him that made it seem that much louder and more piercing but he couldn’t stop it. Maybe Castiel just didn’t get it.
“Cas, this is me, and Sam. We don’t even hug unless one of us has just died!”
He took a rasping breath as Castiel finally started to look alarmed. He tilted his head slowly and to an almost comical degree and then vanished.
“God damnit!”
Dean struck the steering wheel hard, the sharp pain lancing through his hand drawing a sharp breath and suddenly clearing his mind.
He shut his eyes and when he opened them again Cas was sitting next to him.
“Sam says something got to you.”
Dean jumped and cursed loudly.
“You just went to see him?”
Castiel nodded and reached out.
“May I?”
Instead of answering Dean just sat still and let the angel press a cool palm to his forehead.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Castiel shook his head.
“Your memory appears to be blocked by something.”
“By what?”
Cas looked him in the eye and with the slightest incline of a brow made Dean feel like an idiot.
“I don’t know Dean, it’s blocked,” he said slowly.
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Fine how do we unblock it?”
Castiel pulled back and shook his head.
“First we’ll need to find out what caused it.”
“Okay, how?”
“I’ll look into it.”
It took a full five minutes after Cas disappeared for Dean to realize what that meant.
Cas wasn’t worried about a universe that had been altered, he was worried about Dean thinking it had ever been different.
Chapter Three
Dean sat in the car. It was about the only thing he could do at the moment.
Sam was still Sam alright; enormous, impulsive, warm and overly sentimental to the point that it was embarrassing. Kind of like a giant teddy bear that knew how to kill and do research. Kind of like someone who didn’t care about things like incest and sexual orientations and the wrongness of attacking people with their lips. What did you call those people again? Oh yeah, sexual offenders.
Movement caught his eye from the room and Dean realized without looking up that the curtain was moving.
Sam.
Before he even knew he was moving, the car was in reverse and he was out of the parking lot.
Dean didn’t know how long he drove for. It was pretty freaking crazy, even for him. This whole situation didn’t make any sense.
Somewhere outside of town Dean realized that he believed Sam about part of this at least. Something was off about the whole situation.
Since when did Djinn give you a dream come true that you didn’t want? Last time he had wanted to believe the lie so badly that he’d blindly accepted it before the day had even ended.
And his memories?
They felt fine to Dean, but what the hell, if he was being honest they could have been fucked with. If that was the case then how was it any different than the little stunt Balthazar had pulled with the Titanic? Both he and Sam had remembered their lives differently then.
Dean found himself staring at the green stoplight as it turned yellow for the second time in front of him and only then realized that he’d stopped driving.
What if this was an alternate reality?
A reality where the only thing that had changed was Sam and Dean? One of them somewhere along the line had done something differently and this is where they’d ended up.
The light turned red.
There were so many issues that Dean had with this. First of all, it was a different world. Second, he and Sam were still brothers, third, how could there ever be a way for this to be okay, and fourth, he still felt straight.
And yes, okay, the feel of Sam’s lips on his own had been more than weirdly familiar. Like he was kissing himself almost, or… or like he’d felt it ten thousand times before.
Dean swallowed and remembered to drive.
But if that were true then why did he remember life the other way?
There was an easy way to solve this really.
Dean pulled over. It was hard enough to drive right now, not that he’d ever admit it.
He took a breath, and held back the sigh at how ridiculous this always felt.
“Dear Castiel,” he started, letting his eyes fall shut. “Please get your feathery ass down here and help me… everything’s really fucked up and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“I don’t think anyone ever taught you how to prey correctly.”
Dean jumped.
It was getting kind of sad actually. The angel’s sudden voice should have been less of a surprise after all this time, especially when Dean was waiting for him.
“I can teach you if you’d like.”
Dean shot Cas a disgruntled look.
“As long as you answer I don’t really see the point.”
Castiel frowned. Well, frowned more than usual.
“Dean, is there a reason that you called?”
Dean sighed. Man he missed the days when he and Sam had been his first priority… or saving the world through him and Sam, but that was beside the point.
“Look, does the world seem strange to you?”
Castiel stared at him for a long moment.
“There are many things that are difficult to understand but the world itself…”
“No, not the whole world just… okay, would you find it weird if I suddenly started to… like Sam?”
His voice came out small and high on the word and he suddenly felt like he was in fifth grade again asking Sandra mills if she wanted to hold hands at recess.
As expected Castiel didn’t get it.
“Listen, a couple hours ago Sam made it clear that he thought we were going to sleep together and then he friggen kiss raped me!”
Castiel nodded slowly, like he was missing part of the story.
“Alright.”
“Alright?” Dean demanded. “How is that alright?”
Dean suddenly became aware of the hysterical pitch of his voice, the silence of the night surrounding him that made it seem that much louder and more piercing but he couldn’t stop it. Maybe Castiel just didn’t get it.
“Cas, this is me, and Sam. We don’t even hug unless one of us has just died!”
He took a rasping breath as Castiel finally started to look alarmed. He tilted his head slowly and to an almost comical degree and then vanished.
“God damnit!”
Dean struck the steering wheel hard, the sharp pain lancing through his hand drawing a sharp breath and suddenly clearing his mind.
He shut his eyes and when he opened them again Cas was sitting next to him.
“Sam says something got to you.”
Dean jumped and cursed loudly.
“You just went to see him?”
Castiel nodded and reached out.
“May I?”
Instead of answering Dean just sat still and let the angel press a cool palm to his forehead.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Castiel shook his head.
“Your memory appears to be blocked by something.”
“By what?”
Cas looked him in the eye and with the slightest incline of a brow made Dean feel like an idiot.
“I don’t know Dean, it’s blocked,” he said slowly.
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Fine how do we unblock it?”
Castiel pulled back and shook his head.
“First we’ll need to find out what caused it.”
“Okay, how?”
“I’ll look into it.”
It took a full five minutes after Cas disappeared for Dean to realize what that meant.
Cas wasn’t worried about a universe that had been altered, he was worried about Dean thinking it had ever been different.