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And you don't seem the lying kind. A shame that I can read your mind.

Who: Castiel and OPEN
Where: In his head
When: Days 83-88
What: Several dream options, including action, horror, comedy and exploring the city.
Warnings: One of these has a body horror element. It's the last one and I've labeled it as such.
Notes: Most of these will be recurring dreams for Cas and multiple replies to any of them are welcome. After the first two nights (83 and 84), Castiel will be aware that dreams are being shared, but he may still forget it while he's dreaming due to wonky dream-logic.

Memory-based dreams are open for characters to remember seeing during the event, even if they don't tag here to interact with Cas and if you want to play your character remembering themselves in Castiel's place, that's fine, too.

Give me a dream and a day in the subject and if there's anything specific you want to do, just let me know!

1. Purgatory Fight Dream
Castiel is running. He can't remember why, but the gray forest stretches on forever and all he knows is that if he stops, he'll die. Looking back isn't an option, so he has to have faith that his companion is keeping up.

That's when a figure slams down in front of him and he skids to a stop. And now they fight.

2. The Laugh Track Family Dream
Castiel walks into the oversized, over-stylized kitchen to mild applause and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I got a C on my science fair project. My life is over." He flops dramatically into a wooden chair.

Uncle Phil from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air looks up from the table where he's shuffling around empty envelopes. "I told you that Gabriel wasn't a science experiment." A laugh track sounds.

"You obviously haven't been in his room." This time, the laugh track is a roar and they pause to allow for it before continuing on.

Lois from Malcolm in the Middle walks in just as the stovetop timer starts to sound. "Dinner will be ready soon. Can you get your brothers and sisters down here, Cas?"

Castiel gives the 'camera' a flat look. "I don't even know all of my brothers and sisters." The laugh track explodes.

3. The Crystal City (Days 85-88 only)
Now that Castiel knows that they're sharing dreams, he's got a bit more footing here. He can do this without whatever is forcing it on the others. He should have no problem with this and yet, he's not sure whose dream this is and the more time he spends here, the less it makes sense.

He walks briskly through the endless streets, slipping through faceless crowds with purpose until he finds himself on a now-empty pedestrian overpass, his coat billowing in the wind as he takes in the view of the shining city. It's almost blinding and he's never seen anything like it, but whether it's the future, another world entirely or simply someone's television-fueled dream, he still can't tell.

After a moment, he turns to the companion who hadn't been there a moment ago as if they'd been there all along, the logic of the dream clouding his ability to think about it clearly.

"I don't know what to make of it."

4. Body Horror Dream
Castiel feels sick and he wobbles forward, leaning heavily on the bathroom sink. He looks in the mirror and he can tell that his vessel looks terrible. His eyes are bloodshot and his skin is discolored.

Let us out.

Suddenly, he feels like he's going to throw up. The closest he'd ever felt to this was the morning after he'd been binge drinking. He presses his hand to his stomach and it... kicks? It's almost akin to pregnancy.

Let us out, Castiel.

Shaking, he lifts his shirt and there's a hand stretching through the skin of his abdomen.

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This? This is not Hell. Meg can't place it but she knows it isn't Hell. At least no part of Hell she recognises. Her legs ache, her chest burns, she feels like she's been running forever. Has she been running forever? She's not sure. Where is she? Why is she running? What happens if she stops?

She grips her angel blade tight in her hand, the blade is stained with blood. Whose blood? Who has she been fighting with? Why is there endless grey? Why can't she stop running?

Glancing back at Meg, Castiel remembers who his companion is and then it's as if she's always been running with him. Of course. They're trapped in Purgatory together. Why...?

It doesn't matter why and his mind glosses over the details until he feels satisfied. The creature--the Leviathan--comes at him and he raises his own blade, ready to defend Meg, who's always been here with him.

"Stay behind me."

Dean bursts into the kitchen and strikes a pose in the doorway, holding his hands out.

"Honeys, I'm home." Of course, he lives next door. The mixture of applause and laughter lasts until he shuts the door behind him and swaggers in, wearing a pristine letterman's jacket.

"Aw, Cas, are you still pouting over this science fair thing? I told you you weren't going to win." Dean opens up their fridge and starts to root around it, and Uncle Phil gestures uselessly behind him.

"I know it's a bad day when I agree with Dean." The laugh track kicks in, and Dean turns around with a sandwich and a smile. "What was the winning experiment?"

When Dean talks, his mouth is full. "My brother, Sam."

"No, the experiment."

Dean stops, gesturing with the sandwich. "My brother, Sam. He had a vision of a tree falling on the judge's car, and she was so thankful she made him the winner."

The laugh track sounds again as Dean drops into a seat across from Cas.

Castiel opens his mouth and closes it several times before swallowing thickly and staring at Dean with wide eyes.

Phil and Lois share a knowing look and Lois indicates with her head that they move to the living room. "I think we might want to leave the kids alone, don't you think so?"

"You want to know what I think, Lois?" He gives Dean a menacing look. "I own a shovel. That's what I think.

The laugh track goes wild as she nods and pulls him forcibly from the room, despite his obvious physical advantage.

Castiel continues to stare until it becomes mildly awkward. "Hello, Dean."

What an adorable little weirdo. So Dean's best friend and neighbor has a staring problem, so what? He's completely unfazed, too busy giving Uncle Phil a wave at the shovel comment and then going back to the stolen sandwich.

"Blink, man, blink. You don't want to have to go to the opth... opthomotron again."

Oh, what a comedy of errors that had been. The laugh track rolls. Dean reaches over and jostles Cas's shoulder, trying to shake him out of his stare.

"Hey, you're not going to hold it against me that Sam won, right? You know I don't care about this stuff."

Hang on. He's defending her? What is she? Some kind of damsel in distress? Even in his dreams (not that she's aware it is a dream) she refuses to play the pretty little princess to be coddled and protected.

"Yeah right. Not happening Clarence."

Instead she gets between Cas and the Leviathan and beheads it, kicking it's head away from it's body to buy them a little time.

"Come on! Let's keep moving!"

As if on cue - probably summoned by the laugh track - a very teenage Gabriel skateboards down the stairs and into the room, blowing an unreasonably large bubble of bright blue gum.

"Someone say dinner?" He pauses to allow for an audience reaction; as he does so the bubble, instead of bursting, detaches and floats off up towards the ceiling where, perfectly logically, it becomes a balloon. He hops off the skateboard, kicks it into a corner and drops down into a chair at the other end of the table, at which point he seems to notice Castiel's presence for the first time. He grins, wide and ominous and strangely déja-vu inducing.

"Hi, Castiel."

Castiel shakes his head, exaggerating the motion as if he's gone through the Disney Channel Acting Academy.

"Of course not, Dean. I would never hold anything against you. Why would I... um..."

Cue the laugh track as he shakes his head.

"Gabriel might be hurt, though, so we shouldn't let him press against you, either." His eyes go wide. "I mean hold it against you. Against you."

He doesn't think of her as a damsel, but that doesn't change his instinct to keep the people he cares about safe.

As soon as the thing is beheaded, he nods at her, taking off again. They need to keep running. There isn't time to stop and catch their breaths. That's how you die here.

It's never-ending. Relentless waves of monsters. If it's not Leviathans then they have vampers out for blood or gorilla wolves or every form of nasty they've ever crossed - well save for angels and demons - maybe that's the saving grace, that little silver lining. Or not.

Meg's exhaustion really begins to show as she shut's up. A quiet Meg is never, ever a good thing.

Ew! Dean chokes on his sandwich and then sets it down, as if he's about to be sick.

"Better yet, we keep Gabriel in a whole other room. No, continent." The only thing he heard there was Gabriel being in his vicinity, and he completely misses anything about Cas having a mild conniption. The laugh track rolls. Dean sits back, resting his arm on the table, his demeanor changing rapidly.

"So, about that dance." The tension is palpable as the question hangs in the air. "I heard Meg's thinking of asking you to go with her."

Charlie doesn't know how he got here. Only that they're running, and they have a damn good reason to be. His heart is beating a storm, and there's a rock in his shoe biting him at every step, but he can't stop yet. He knows this, better than he knows his own name.

"The fuck are we going?" He can just about wheeze it out between running.

Castiel crosses his arms, frowning severely at Gabriel and ignoring the bubble and the indoor skateboarding as if those are simply normal facets of his life.

"You lost me the science fair. I hope you're happy." As if on cue, the laughing follows up after the tiniest pause.

After a while, Castiel sees a cave and he just knows they'll be safe in there.

"This way." He leads her up the steep, rocky incline before he climbs his way into the small alcove, turning around to reach down for her. "They won't find us here."

Here, they can catch their breaths and figure out where they're even running to.

"The portal that only works for humans." Castiel only turns back long enough to yell. "We've got to find it so we can get you back to Earth, remember?" He doesn't question why he has to reiterate what feels obvious.

They need to figure out where the portal is, because he needs to get Charlie home. They've been friends a long time and that exit won't work for Castiel, but it will work for Charlie, so that's his priority if he can even find it again.

Keep Charlie alive, get him home. Everything else is secondary, including his own survival

Just as he's having that thought, a man-shaped creature leaps out from behind a thick tree, growling loudly.

Thank God for magic dream caves. Or not God. But someone. Dream faeries? Grabbing his hand she manages to haul herself up and instantly sits down. Oh it feels so good to just stop for a second. She wants to take her boots off and cool her feet but she's pretty sure she won't get them back on again and skipping barefoot through Purgatory is hardly her idea of a good time.

"Next time we book a one-way ride to Disney World instead..." This is ridiculous. She's a demon, she's not supposed to need rest. But this place is really taking a toll on her.

Cas is sick of it, truth be told.

He started out not minding the pull into another's dreams, welcoming the reprieve from his own unkind mind, memories, impressions, fears. But by now he's tired. They don't dream of pleasant things, either, and he should have expected that.

At least here, now, Castiel's dream - is it Castiel's? Is it his own? What is it? - is uneventful, and Cas finds himself drifting, mortal mind slipping into the reality of the dream with ease.

"Can't you feel anything about it?"

"Told you you shoulda taken your boyfriend instead. Check under his nails sometime, you've got a one in five chance of re-discovering penicillin."

Cue the laugh track once again, despite that not actually being funny. It wouldn't be a proper sitcom if the jokes were any good, after all. He rocks back in the chair at a highly improbable angle, trying to see what's for dinner, and makes a face demonstrating exactly what he thinks of it.

"Grown-up food again? Really?"

He snaps his fingers - because why wouldn't he still have all the powers of an archangel, right? - and magics himself up a comically large mound of jello, with a side of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. He tears a leg off one (it screams, though perhaps that's just Gabriel out of the corner of his mouth) and dunks it in the jello before eating it.

"The science fair doesn't count for shit anyway. Don't sweat it. And if it keeps bothering you, let me know who did win and I'll fill their locker with poprocks and coke."

"Meg?" He swallows and there's a short laugh. It's a running gag, obviously.

"Why..." He sets Dean with a look and it's very clear that he's taken acting classes at the Royal Tampa Academy of Dramatic Tricks.

He shakes his head and then settles in for a long squinting directed right at Dean. "Why?"

It's not as if he really wants to go to the dance, anyway. It's just a bunch of jocks and cheerleaders looking for excuses to get drunk and sneak off together. He'd go if Dean asked, though. Not that he will...

Once Meg is settled, Castiel shifts around until their arms are touching. He feels cold and that's concerning for a whole host of reasons, but for some reason it's a little warmer if he moves closer to Meg.

Neither of them belong here and he can tell that it's taking its toll on them, but he has no clue as to how an angel and a demon would go about leaving. It seems likely that they'll both die here and whether Meg wants it or not, he's going to see that Meg outlives him.

No way! She is going to find a way to get her angel home safely even if it kills her. She's his caretaker, right? It's her job. Besides, what has she got to go back to if he's not there? Not that she plans to voice that bit out loud.

She rests her head on his shoulder. Falling asleep would be so easy, but she knows she has to stay awake. She knows they'll be running again soon. "Definitely not a holiday spot I'd recommend..."

Not that Dean cares if Meg wants to ask Cas. He doesn't.

Cas is his best friend, though. His. That's a very important word in that sentence, maybe the most important. If he left it at "Cas is his," that would still feel pretty accurate to him.

So no, he doesn't have problems with Meg and her crush on Cas, except Dean got here first and she can piss off.

"Nothing," he says quickly and shrugs, looking away and out to the audience in his casual attempt to appear casual.

"Just wondering if you'd say yes if she asked you." He sniffs. "She's okay, I guess. She'd probably spend the whole time throwing herself at you." He dramatically looks sideways at Cas, and then he shrugs and taps the table with his knuckles.

"I don't know. I just think you could do better, is all. Don't you think you could do better?"

Well, as long as Dean's being extra casual...

"I don't think I'm going to go to the dance." He looks off to the side. What are his options here? Either go and watch Dean dance with someone else or don't go. He prefers not having to watch it, even if he knows its happening.

"Though I'm not entirely sure why you think I can do better. What's wrong with Meg? It's not like anyone else is showing interest." He sighs.

Good. Cas doesn't need to go around going to dances with girls like Meg. Maybe this is Dean's chance to set him up with someone nice. Dean doesn't have a girlfriend now, but he can get one easier than Cas can. So they should make that their project first, and then they can have double dates to the dance. Ingenius! Dean looks as if inspiration has struck, and he leans in over the table.

"Maybe you're just not looking in the right places." He grins wide and throws his hand out. "You're lucky to have me as your best friend. Cas, this week is the week you'll find the love of your life. And I'll help."

A beat.

"We'll find the right girl for you, Cas."

"No." He leans his head against hers, staring straight ahead in the small, dark cave.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here." He can't remember how they arrived, but he's certain beyond a doubt that he brought them here. This is his fault, as these things always are. Every time he tries to do good, he only makes things fall apart more and this is no exception. He broke Sam's mind and Dean's heart and he's going to break Meg, too.

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