I was falling. Falling was easy. It was like flying, and God knows it has been far too long since I have been able to do that.
My velocity sped as I hurtled towards the ground, until I landed. Well, I say "landed". It was more like sliding to a stop over gravel and broken pieces of glass from abandoned beer bottles. Wearily, I stood up and looked over my body. Crimson red blood seeped through cuts on my hands, knees, and stomach. I closed my eyes and focused all the energy I could muster into healing my wounds, but the painful sting told me it didn't work. This vessel had been through a lot, but human things such as scrapes had never bothered me before. This was an indication that something was wrong.
I began walking, unsteady at first, but regaining my balance with every step. There was nothing around me. No trees, no houses, no civilization of any sorts. Just gravel, and beyond that, desert like plains with dead grass lying in clumps. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know where I was going. I had only one thought running through my mind.
Castiel.