Dean gasped as he awoke, and choked as he spat out water into the grass.
As he pulled himself up onto his side, he looked up to see Castiel standing over him. After a moment of silence, he nodded gratefully.
"Thanks Cas."
"This is a problem," Castiel stated simply.
"You think I like drowning?" Dean frowned.
"Did I drown?"
"No," Castiel gazed away, "but you almost did. We can not let these attempts on your life continue, Dean."
Dean sat back onto his legs, shaking water from his arms.
"And Sam and Faith?"
Castiel looked down at him.
"Do you know who it is now?" he asked tone-dead.
"I have an idea," Dean nodded, "I have a face, but that's all. He's some kid we ran into in a diner a while ago that was making eyes at Faith."
Castiel seemed to ponder a moment.
"There is more to this than meets the eye," he warned.
"You've said that before," Dean frowned.
"There's a reason that he's here, Dean. There's a reason behind the connection between this being, Faith, and your brother."
Dean stood angrily.
"Will you stop talking in damn cliches and give me a straight answer?" he glared, "if you know who he is, then tell me. So I can hunt the bastard down and end this!"
Castiel looked upward suddenly.
"I am being called."
"Right," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Dean," Castiel spoke after him as he'd turned to walk away.
Dean stopped.
"Keep one eye before you and one eye behind. This one could be more dangerous than your brother."
Dean froze a moment, then turned back for clarification. But Castiel was gone.