Title: Dream Lover
Author: insominia
Artist: verobatto-angelxhunter
Summary:
A standard salt and burn turns into a much larger problem when the Winchesters return to their motel to find that Castiel is missing. The only clues to his whereabouts are the destroyed room and a dead djinn.
Sam and Dean quickly find themselves in the middle of a djinn civil war where Castiel is being held by one faction as a bargaining chip to gain control of the Garden of Eden. The Garden of Eden ruled over by the Queen of the Djinn. Who happens to be Castiel’s wife.
Dean is unimpressed. Even more so when Sam decides the easiest way to find Cas is to work with the djinn queen and her followers. For Sam, it’s an opportunity to learn more about djinn and it doesn’t hurt that the queen is personable and open. For Dean, it’s all of his worst nightmares come true when he discovers that Cas apparently has the kind of relationship Dean had always dreamed for them…with someone else. With a monster no less.
Excerpt:
“Wife?!” Dean hissed, “What the- When did- The hell are you talking about, wife?!”
He opened the closest of Baby’s doors only to slam it again immediately after, for little more than the satisfaction of the noise. It did little to take the edge off and he scratched at one of his arms, fruitlessly. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, antsy in a way he couldn’t remember being for a long time and he didn’t like the way Sam was looking at him. Like there was something funny about all this while Cas was out there, God knows where and all they had to go on was a load of dead djinn and Cas’ wife?
“Cas doesn’t have a wife,” he said again, unable to say the word without sounding like he was spitting it out.
Sam held his hands up, as though trying to calm a wild animal. From the way Dean was pacing back and fore, prowling like a tiger caught in a cage, he couldn’t entirely blame him. “There was that time, when he went to get the fruit from the tree of life? Remember? He came back with the fruit and said he thought he’d gotten married? It was the day you met Scooby-Doo, there’s no way you’ve forgotten that.”
“I haven’t forgotten anything,” Dean snapped, “But that…it didn’t mean anything, Sam! He married her or whatever the hell they did so he could get the fruit. He hasn’t mentioned her since and now he’s tied up somewhere and she’s got pictures of-” he broke off, opening the door to slam it again. His fingers itched, maybe there was a djinn or two still alive that he could kill.
Of course he remembered Cas saying he’d gotten married. He’d said it with as much interest as he’d talked about the flight, less interest even, at least the flying in the human style had amused him somewhat. It didn’t mean anything. They didn’t have a relationship. She wasn’t really his wife. They weren’t…together… or at least…that’s what he’d thought.
