It was a beautiful day, and the snow sparkled in the bright rays of the sun. The sun illuminated the Kitchen, and made the white curtains seem to glow. Dean was already making breakfast when Cas walked into the kitchen.

     "Morning sunshine, want some coffee?" Dean held out a coffee mug and Cas sluggishly walked over and grabbed it from him.

     "Thank you, I had some trouble sleeping last night," Cas sat down at the table and took a drink of his coffee, and immediately walked to the sink and spit it out, it was like he could taste every individual particle.

   "I didn't think it was that bad," Dean chuckled as he took a drink of his, he thought it was pretty good. "But anyways, I know,you were having like a panic attack or something in your sleep. Then you were saying something about 'Hester', you wanna talk about it?" Dean brought two plates with eggs and bacon, and sat at the table.

     Cas stared at the food, usually he liked eggs and bacon, but the thought of eating it repulsed him. "Yes, Hester, she is my sister," Cas just pushed his food around with his fork.

     There was a long awkward silence. Dean cleared his throat, "So, you want to tell me what the dream was about? Was it a memory, you woke up saying you remembered something, then you went right back to sleep." Dean took a bite of his bacon.

      "Dean I'm not hungry, do you want my food?" Cas pushed his food towards Dean as Dean nodded. "Hester told me I was needed again. She said they had a new plan."

     "You mean in your dream?" Dean put Cas' food onto his plate and continued eating.

     "No, I mean yes, but it didn't feel like a dream, It felt too real, and I think we were in heaven. At first I saw her face, but then her soul shined through, and that's all I saw." Cas pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. "And there was this awful, ringing noise, if there was glass in the room it would have broken."

    Dean swallowed his food and stared at Cas a little bit confused. "Okay so you're in heaven and you're with your sister," Cas nodded, "Okay I'm no psychologist, but I'd say the weed is fucking with your dreams." Cas didn't want to tell Dean what he really thought, so he just nodded and got up to take a shower.   

       Cas was taking his clothes off when he suddenly got extremely dizzy. His vision was cutting in and out and his breathes got short. The ringing was back, and the entire bathroom was illuminated by a bright light. When the noise stopped Castiel found himself on his knees covering his ears and scrunching his eyes, there was broken glass from the mirror on the floor all around him.

     A man towered above him as Cas opened his eyes, and everything seemed to be frozen, as if time was standing still.

     "Castiel, you are here for a job, do not get attached to this human."

     The man's voice was intimidating, and deep. It was Uriel, an angel Castiel was familiar with. As Cas heard the man say his full name, it sent memories flying into his head. The angel turned around and with a flap of wings, he was gone.

     Cas sat there in on his knees in the broken glass, trying to register his thoughts. When his mind finally came to focus, all he heard was banging on the door and a man's worried voice that made Cas feel sane.

     "Cas, are you okay, unlock the fucking door,"  Dean's voice was raised and shaking a little, he violently shook the door knob until Cas finally opened it.

     He stood with only his boxers on, his knees cut a little from the mirror. He was staring at Dean with an emotionless look on his face, his eyes were watering, but he was emotionless. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas and let Cas burry his head in Dean's chest. He wasn't crying, but he just wanted Dean to hold him, no, he needed Dean to hold him.

     "Cas I heard this loud ringing, the the glass broke, and I- I didn't know what was going on." Dean laid his head on Cas' and traced his thumb over his back.

       "Dean," Cas lifted his head and stared into Dean's beautiful green eyes, "there's something I need to tell you."