._.__.~Castiel~.__._.

I found myself dreaming again. It was a strange sensation, dreaming. Especially with eggnog and cookies.

I was in a blank, white room with someone else. It wasn't Felicity. But I had a feeling I knew who it was.

"Hello, Castiel. Long time, no see, brother." He greeted.

I narrowed my gaze. "Are you-"

"Django. Yes. I'm surprised you didn't recognize me right off. Then again, alcohol and drugs will shift your perception."

I tightened my fists. "Why are you here?"

"I'm only here because I've lost my VIP access to Felicity's dreamland."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh," He began to pace the perimeter of the room. "So she hasn't told you."

"Told me what?"

He chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? For the past month or so, I've been haunting your girlfriend's dreams."

I lunged at him and pinned him to the wall. "No. You're lying."

He merely laughed. "Am I?" He quickly regained his sternness.

"You must be. She would've told me what you've been doing."

"Believe what you want, brother. But I speak the truth. Just ask her once you wake up."

"You must be threatening her. What have you been saying to her?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Just that if she breathed a word of this to anyone I would snap their necks. Or something like that."

"Then why are you telling me this now? Are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not. You're obviously not gonna remember this. Even if you do, you'll put it off as some side effect of that Mary Jane-brandy combo."

"No. I would not just pretend it is nothing when I know better."

He laughed maliciously. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

"I should kill you right here and now." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"If only you could. But you don't have the mojo, do you? You can't smite me."

"No, but this is my dream. My dream, my rules."

I managed to conjure an angel blade and was about to stab him, until I realized he was gone. I turned around and saw at least a dozen Django's.

"Which one of us is real, Cassie?" One of them asked.

"Where's the real me?" Another spoke.

"Come and get me!"

"You gotta find me!"

"Come and find me!"

I covered my ears with my hands, dropping my angel blade, and sank to the floor on my knees. I hunched over, trying to get the voices out of my head. They continuously shouted at me, driving me insane. It was worse than angel radio.

Shouting, shouting, shouting-

And I awoke.

There was a raging pain in my head, and it felt like it was throbbing. It beat like a drum. A horrid thumping.

There was a horrible taste in my mouth. It practically burned my tastebuds. There was a raging fire in the pit of my stomach. There was a ringing in my ears.

I was dying.

It must've been some lethal poison taking affect. It was at that moment I wished I knew the side effects of cyanide.

"Morning, lover." Felicity's voice was significantly grating.

I groaned. "There's no need to shout."

"Castiel, I'm not shouting. You've just got a hangover."

"But what am I hanging over?" I mumbled.

"C'mon, Castiel, Dean has told me about the time you found a liquor store and drank it."

"I... don't remember anything."

"Do you remember your name?"

"Yes. Castiel."

"See? You remember something."

I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. That seemed like the easy way out.

"Castiel, you can't sleep your hangover away."

I sighed. "I can try."

She chuckled softly. I assumed it was supposed to be soft; in all actuality, it burst my eardrums.

"Yeah. You can sure as hell try."

After a few moments of listening to the blood pumping in my ears, I whispered, "Felicity?"

"Yes, lover?"

My energy was being slowly drained, so I could only say the word, "Antidote."

"What?"

I groaned. "An-ti-dote." I sounded it out.

"For what?"

I sighed and breathed, "This."

"Castiel, there's no cure for a hangover."

I sighed again. "Damn."

"I can make you some coffee if you want."

"Will... it... help?"

"It should."

I just nodded, unable to say much of anything. She kissed my temple and went to make some coffee. I just sat there, painfully numb for the most part. It's like my whole body ached, yet I couldn't feel much of anything at the same time.

I remained there, keeping my eyes closed. My throat felt extremely dry, and I needed something to remedy that.

"Do you want any cream or sugar?"

I nodded, assuming she could see it. My mind was too clouded with pain to give a better response.

I heard the coffee maker whir and groan, the noise so irritatingly loud, it made my head hurt even worse, as impossible as it seemed.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, unmistakably Felicity's. "I'm gonna get you some aspirin, okay?"

I nodded again. She kissed my forehead and left to get the miraculous medicine. It really does help. It's not quite the cure we've all been wishing for, but it's certainly a facsimile of one.

As I lay there in excruciating pain, I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. It wasn't Felicity, I could tell. It was either Sam or Dean.

"Cas?" The voice confirmed that it was Dean.

I just deeply groaned in response.

"You okay, man?"

I sighed. "Fine."

He chuckled softly. "You sure? You don't look too good." I could tell his tone was a mocking one.

I groaned again. "Shut up."

He laughed again. "Where's El?"

"Aspirin."

"And I take it she made you coffee?"

"Uh huh."

"Yeah, some of the worst hangovers of my life were usually fixed with coffee and aspirin. It's always fun going down, but you won't like the result in the morning."

"Who... invented alcohol? I'd... like to... kick... his, ass."

Dean laughed, the sound that once made me feel wonderful, now made me feel like my ears were bleeding.

I heard more footsteps that I immediately recognized as Felicity's. "Morning, Dean." She greeted Dean.

"El. So, uh, what kind of cookies are these?"

I opened my eyes for a split second to see what he was talking about. Then I remembered; oh, those cookies.

"Uh, chocolate chip." Felicity answered. And I was pretty sure there were chocolate chips. Amongst... other things.

"Uh huh. Right," Dean sounded skeptical. "Did you get them from your buddy... Herb?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "No. We baked them."

He chuckled softly. "Never mind. Just... get better, Cas." And he walked away.

I heard Felicity pour the coffee in a cup. I soon felt a hand on my shoulder. "Castiel, look at me."

I opened my eyes, only to quickly shut them again. The light was blinding. I fluttered them open and shut until they could adjust. I looked up at Felicity, into her warm grey eyes.

"My eyes sting." I groaned.

She handed me my coffee and aspirin and kissed my forehead. She combed her fingers through my hair. "Just take your aspirin and you'll be fine. Okay?"

I nodded and took a sip of the coffee. Not only was the scent absolutely rank, but the taste was just squalid. I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed it, forcing another sip of the putrid coffee.

"Feel better?" She asked.

I sighed. "No. Now I have an even worse taste in my mouth than I did before. It was... metallic in a way. Now it is just... bitter."

"It'll pass. So, what do you remember from last night?"

I thought back to the previous night. "I remember we danced. I remember... eggnog. And the smell of alcohol. That's basically it."

"And, um... the cookies?"

I nodded. "Yes. I remember that, as well. And... now I feel like I am going to be sick."

She then got up and came back with a small wastebasket. "You might wanna hold on to this. Just in case."

"Thank you." I muttered. I could feel the contents of my stomach working their way up to my esophagus. I fought it down as best I could, but it was in vain. After several moments of fighting it down, it finally came up. I vomited rather violently into the wastebasket.

"Aw, man. At least this isn't wicker." Felicity chuckled, trying to make a joke. It didn't really make me laugh.

I leaned back against the counter, clutching my stomach. This felt awful. I didn't know how humans could handle it.

"Do you think you can walk?"

I shrugged, unsure of my bodily functions at the moment.

"We should get you upstairs. Get you to bed."

I groaned and vomited again. I thought it would never end. Once it did, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve. "Yeah. Bed." I muttered.

She helped me stand, even though my legs felt completely boneless. I eventually managed to snap myself out of it, forcing my legs to support my weight. Felicity had her arm around my shoulders, trying to keep me upright.

We eventually plodded up to our bedroom, where Echo awaited us. She was sitting on the bed, wagging her little tail. She had gotten much bigger over the course of a month.

I flopped down on the bed, Echo trying to get me to play. I chuckled weakly. "Echo, I can't play right now."

She nudged my hand with her nose, trying to get me up. Felicity and I both laughed. Pretty soon, Echo sighed and gave up. It was adorable when she sighed.

"Echo, wanna go outside?" Felicity patted her thighs, grabbing Echo's attention. "Outside?"

The not-so little beagle jumped off the bed, practically tackling Felicity. She chuckled and looked over at me.

"I'll just take Echo outside and check on you in a little while, okay?"

I nodded. "Alright."

Felicity kissed my forehead and took Echo outside, closing the door behind her. I just laid in there, feeling miserable. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, to no avail. The relentless ache of my... everything was simply too much to bear.

I sighed lightly, attempting to sleep. I can sure as hell try to sleep this off. I tried to let sleep take over, but it was impossible.

"Come on," I whispered to myself. "Sleep. You can do this. It's just like any other night. Although it isn't night. Minor technicalities."

I tried steadying my breath, which worked for a little while, until it, well, didn't. I tried thinking of relaxing things. Rolling waves on a beach; a light rainfall in a dense forest; the chirping of crickets you'd hear late at night. It simply didn't work.

I thought of Felicity. Her long, waving, auburn hair that glistened in the sunlight, falling just past her shoulders; her warm, kind grey eyes that sparkled and lit up the world, spreading joy wherever they looked; the dimples that form whenever she smiled, sending shivers down my spine; the enchanting sound of her laugh, which never ceased to make my day; the soft touch of her flawless skin; the feeling of her hands in mine; the way her lips felt on my own, those soft, full lips that made me melt until I was putty in her hands. To put it simply, I thought of my angel.

And I finally managed to fall asleep.