A Forged Form A Mirrored

The dreams were becoming a nuisance. Every night Castiel would drift off to sleep, and every night, a handful of hours later, he’d wake up. Either to the sound of his own body hitting the floor, or the unceremonious yelp from Dean that came after Cas accidentally elbowed him somewhere that ought not to be elbowed.Sam, bless him, had launched immediately into a psychological investigation that made Dean threaten to call up the nearby Community College Sam was attending and have the younger Winchester banned from any and all of the Psych Electives. Dean and Castiel’s kitchen was flooded with papers on posttraumatic stress and copies of the DSM-IV.