Dean groaned softly, eyes fluttering, he didn't know why but something felt wrong, everything felt bad. Worse than usual even. He was just in the house with Cassie, Cas and the kids, everything was so great but now. Now he was somewhere dark and blurry. He groaned again as his eyes fluttered close as he thought about Cassie and Sam and Castiel. He was out again, cold. Hanging from the chains, unbeknownst to him right beside Cassie already. But Sam was still gone and Cas was out on a job. Dean began to dream the dream the djinn had given him once more. They had been there for days already, both hooked up to an I.V. Their hands chained to the ceiling as they dangled toes barely touching the cold cement floor. No telling how many days they had been there for, but each time Dean came out of the dream he thought of Castiel, Sam, and Cassie. Then he would go under again. Never aware of his surroundings or Cassie beside him. He was bare chested, wearing his gray sweats, a day or two of growth on his chest. Dirty and sweaty, hanging limply.