Prologue; Castiel to Theseus Cassio

"These were never trials, Castiel. This is a spell." Metatron say darkly as he pulls a vial from his pocket and holds it to Castiel's neck, "What I'm taking from you now, your essence, your grace is the last piece."

Metatron caps the vial and sighs, closing the wound on Castiel's throat. "Something wonderful is going to happen, for me and for you. I want you to live this new life to the fullest," He gives Cas a condescending smile, "Find a wife, make babies and when you die and your should comes to heaven, find me. Tell me your story."

He spoke almost kindly to Castiel, before placing his hand upon the newly degraced angel's forehead. "Now go." A bright light filled the entire room, blocking everything from view.

..:o0O0o:..

Theseus Cassio Lowood had sat up sharply in his bed and reached for the knife he had hidden underneath his pillow, before he was awake enough to realise it was another dream.