A/N: Well...I had a thought..so I wrote it :P
In an endless dream I loved you.
YOU. Though not sure WHO, exactly.
Vivid yet scrambled pictures of what seemed like the past,
Yet torn from time.
It is frustrating because I do not understand why this means so much to me.
But I continue to dream of you, I swear I cannot stop.
And within them, there is this mingling desire to redeem what has been lost.
I never told Sam about these nightscapes.
Perhaps I never will.
It does not make sense anyway.
Though he has also been acting put off lately.
Please. I need an answer.
I believe praying is for a desperate man
But that is exactly what I am right now.
In my dreams I have prayed to you, every night.
So here I am.
All of these pictures in my mind feel like distant memories.
I see feathers and wings,
And a hand on my shoulder,
And maybe even...
A dirty old trenchcoat.
Why do they remind me of home?
And all of it ties to one name,
A name I cannot forget, yet also cannot quite remember:
'Castiel'