Castiel's blue eyes peeked through long black lashes as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He found himself in a dark room in very uncomfortable bed that was next to a machine that made an annoying beep from time to time. He had an IV running in his left hand; the tubing was connected to a clear bag filled with liquid that read "Morphine sulfate", whatever that was. He notice a vanilla folder on the side table to his left, he reach over and started flipping through the pages, then stopped at the second page that read:
DOE, JOHN
ACCT# G3058317759 ADM: 03/11/2015
DOB: Unknown
DOWNTOWN KANSAS MED CTR
EMERGENCY MEDICAL SERVICE MEDICAL REPORT: Unknown patient "John Doe" was reported injured and unresponsive on the outskirts in Lawrence, Kansas on 03/11/2015 0000. When EMS arrives on the scene they reported that the patient was unresponsive and had what appeared to be blood stain on his trench coat. Once the patient's upper clothing was removed EMS reported that "patient seems to have suffered third degree road rash, and that the skin had been peeled away, leaving underlying tissue exposed. No neck or back bone injury reported." It is possible that the patient could have been thrown from a moving vehicle to sustain such injuries yet, a witness claimed, "that he felled from the sky". The witness has been looked over and was reported to be suffering from shocked when asked what had happen. Patient was then transferred to Downtown Kansas's Medical Center on 03/11/2015 0058.
Castiel toss the folder back onto the side table. The whole report sounded ridiculous and the only one who got it right was the witness. He had indeed fallen from the sky, he had been cast out of heaven like thousands of his brothers and sisters had. Castiel winched in pain as he sat up in his bed and ripped out his IV. He lost his footing for a second as his feet finally met with the floor, he felt heavier now that he wings were no longer of use. As he made his way to the mirror he could see the damage that his wings had sustain during the fall; a handful of brittle feathers barely clinging on, like he's been through a shredder. The human eyes aren't able to see his wings only the damage cast on his vessel which what they called was extreme road rash. He stared out his window watching the night sky having what the humans would call it the most active meter shower in history, but he knew that this was no meter shower, that his brothers and sisters were still fallings.