In a room that had the look of a hospital morgue, three figures, silent, two in black and one in white were standing around a man with dirty blond hair covered in cuts and bruises of a variety of colours ranging from yellow to brown and black. One of the people in black clothing; a doctor, spoke:
„Barely a bone not broken, or organ ruptured. I cannot tell you why he is not dead. "
Shifting her eyes between the man who spoke and the one on the table, she replied:
„This one wants to live".
Taking that as his cue, the doctor grabbed a metal rectangle-shaped medicine pod whilst gently opening the blonde's mouth. He held the pod pointed, a short distance away from the opened mouth, squeezing the button on the other end. As the pod released its gaseous content, the wounds started to disappear, revealing clean skin. Next, the doctor turned the man's head so it was facing away from him, revealing the back of his neck. As he made a shallow incision close to the spine, the other darkly dressed man, the doctor's assistant, took an oddly shaped piece of metal out of a small crate. Gently, the assistant moved the container onto a shiny metal table, cradling it in his hands as he did so. The container opened, revealing a caterpillar-like creature with a bountiful number of slender tentacles, a soul. The doctor picked it up with great care and transported it to the cut he had made moments prior. The soul slowly moved into the body, moving towards the brain at a low pace. Connecting to it, the parasite took control over the physical form. He opened his eyes, the previously green eyes' pupils were surrounded by a forest of neon blues, now resembling those of everyone else in the room. The new inhabitant looked around, taking in his environment, a blank expression on his face.
"Welcome", said the doctor, "I am Uriel, what shall I call you? You have lived many lives on many worlds. A wanderer such as yourself, there must have been a name."
The woman was pacing around the room slowly, observing the exchange.
The soul, still getting used to his new vessel, replied to Uriel:
"Call. Me. Castiel."
Uriel gave Castiel a ghost of a smile, content evident in his features.
"When will he be able to work?"
"Not now."
A hint of embarrassment was visible on the woman's face upon replying:
"Of course."
A/N: As this is my first attempt at fanfiction, feel free to point out any flaws. Seriously, you can be as harsh as you want. A thank you and shoutout goes out to my beta Teddy (deandeservestobeloved on tumblr)