Pieces of me.
The mind is a very complicated instrument, sometimes when we least expect it, it plays a wicked game. Sometimes it's easy to fix, and sometimes its not.
Jimmy Novak from Pontiac, Illinois lived in the same house with his wife since their daughter was a little girl; it was a place where he felt most comfortable, safe and most of all free. Jimmy was just your normal average Joe; he paid his bills, went to work and did normal family stuff. He was just a normal guy.
At least that's what he thought.
Today was the when his whole world was going to come crashing down, he just didn't know it yet.
"Daddy are you ready, you're taking forever" came the impatient yell of his daughter Claire from the bottom of the stairs.
Jimmy stood up tall staring at himself in the mirror, slipping on his dirty beige trench coat admiring it for a moment before brushing off some fluff from the sleeve. There was something about this coat that had some sort of sentimental value to, it seemed important like it had its own purpose in life, its own destiny so to speak he couldn't quite understand why he felt so attached to it I mean he had it for years.
Heading down the stairs he gave his daughter an unimpressed look "didn't your mother ever tell you, patience is a virtue?" He smiled slightly amused now.
Claire rolled her eyes "no" she grinned back reaching out her hand practically pulling him down the stairs "come on, we need to go grocery shopping before mum gets home." She frowned at him as she saw that he was wearing that ridiculous trench coat again "do you ever take that thing off?"
"Hey you're mother got me this thank you very much." He smiled sweetly remembering the moment in his head; it was their first shopping trip as a married couple.
Father and daughter headed out the front door to run their errands taking maybe an hour returning home with a bag full of groceries, greeted with a kiss by his wife.
"Well hello yourself" he smiled lovingly into her eyes "good day?"
"Even better now that you're here" pulling him into a sweet embrace feeling his warmth absorb through her skin "mm that's better."
"Claire go wash up for dinner, it'll be ready in 5 minutes."
Jimmy wrapped his arms around the women he loved glancing up at his daughter as she wandered up the stairs ignoring the headache that was threatening him "why don't you grab the rest of the groceries from the car, I'll finish up in the kitchen." He suggested still giving her the same adoring smile he always gave.
Amelia Novak grinned putting her head to the side rubbing a thumb along his cheek adoring every part of him" hmm okay be back in a moment" She kissed his cheek and wandered outside.
Jimmy grinned, heading towards the kitchen, his head suddenly pounding, he groaned, grabbing hold of the counter not really understanding what was happening, this was no normal headache, it was almost as if someone was trying to communicate with him. He quickly grabbed one of the kitchen knives turning his head round hearing voices now.
Help me, the voice whispered you're the only one, your chosen.
Chosen? Chosen for what? This was insane.
Jimmy turned his attention back to preparing dinner when the voices eventually stopped only one word would escape his lips, "Castiel"
What did it all mean, who was this Castiel and why was he trying to communicate with him?
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