Silence. That's all I knew – silence. There was no blinding light or endless darkness just...silence. And it was beautiful. I could see my hands and body and feet and when I reached up I could feel the features of my face and neck. I tried to breathe but somehow I couldn't, that was a weird feeling. I tried once more but there was no air, no oxygen, but it didn't hurt. My lungs didn't burn and I didn't feel the need to gasp or gag and when I moved my bones and muscles didn't ache. I felt free for the first time in a very long time. And then I heard a cough. The silence was broken and I frowned at the man that had suddenly appeared before me. He was old and pointed and clad in a black coat with a crisp white collar and tie peaking out. He smiled at me, a kind smile, and offered me his hand. I felt I could trust him. I returned the smile and took his hand and we walked. I didn't know where we were going but it felt nice to not know. After what could only have been a couple of seconds the old man looked at me and gestured around ourselves.
"Do you know where you are child?" I didn't know and I didn't feel the need to know, but this man made it sound like I should of known.
"I don't know" He nodded and we stopped walking so he could stand in front of me. He was tall and frail but held himself as someone important.
"There are many names for where we are – the one you probably know this place as is Limbo" He watched my reaction, though I gave none, and looked around at the emptiness.
"I'm dead?" He nodded and I looked back to him.
"You're death?" He nodded again and gave me a toothy grin. It should have sent chills through me but instead it only made me curious. I had never been religious and I had never prayed or believed in any God. How was I in Limbo?
"I don't understand..." Death reached inside his coat and pulled out a small diary. It looked very ordinary but then again so did he.
"In this book is every detail of your life and how it ended. Most souls do not remember their death and pass happily onto the next realm...would you like to remember?" I stared at the book and I felt as if that was an important question. What the hell. I was already dead what more could happen to me.
"Yes please" He opened the book and flipped through a few pages before his eyes flew across the words and then he looked back to me.
"Isabella-Marie Swan. You were eighteen when you died of hypothermia in Forks Hospital on the 14th September 2004" I frowned. I don't remember being in hospital – how could I have hypothermia?
"How did I get hypothermia? I don't remember anything"
"I try not to dwell on the living until their time comes. All that matters now is that you are dead and I must help you on your journey" He extends his hand towards me and for some reason I do not want to take it again. I died of hypothermia? I needed to go back. Death must of known what I was thinking as he placed the book back inside the coat and folded his hands in front of himself.
"There is no way back, Miss Swan. There is only forward" I didn't believe him. People die and come back to life all the time. There must be a way back. He starts walking towards me and I take a few steps back. Death stops and the smile is gone from his face.
"You do not belong here" At first I thought he was talking to me until I noticed he was looking behind me. I turned around and saw a man in a trench-coat watching us. He had slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy but he was quite cute. He looked at what I assumed was Death and tilted his head.
"It's not her time yet"
"Her soul has left her body, it is time" The man took a step closer to me and I felt the urge to run towards him. Death must of sensed it because he suddenly darted forward and placed a tight grip on my shoulder. The man simply watched.
"Return to your Winchesters, Castiel. The dead are no longer your concern" The man named Castiel looked at me.
"If you wish to return then say so now" Without hesitation I begged him to take me back and then there was nothing. No blinding light or endless darkness. Just silence.