A Whole New Light
Chapter One- Waking up
"Angel, Angel, ain't it good to be alive? Angel, Angel, you can't say we never tried." - Rolling Stones
Author's Note: Yes, I know that this is a misquote of the lyrics. However, when listening to the song it is almost impossible to believe that Mick Jagger is saying "Angie." Additionally, this re-write fits with the story better. Believe me, it'll make sense by the end.
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Castiel's first thought as he returned to consciousness was, "Whoa, my head." his second thought was, "Did I just use the term 'Whoa'?"
The angel felt very strange. He tried to gather his thoughts together before opening his eyes. What was the last thing he remembered? Castiel's attempts at focusing his memory proved useless. He was distracted by a most horrible feeling in his chest. Castiel then noticed that he was experiencing several strange feelings. He opened his eyes. Yellow and white all around him. Yellow walls, white floors, white bed sheets, and white machines. The white lab coat of a doctor, reading a chart a few feet in front of him.
Castiel was flooded with panic. Hold on, panic? Angels don't have emotions, even as he had lost his powers his ability to feel had not increased enough for panic. If only his body would stop hurting long enough for him to process everything that was going on. What was the matter with him? He had never had such a hard time composing himself. Then it hit him: Van Nuys. He had carved a banishing symbol into his own chest. That was stupid. Castiel could stand it no longer, something felt wrong within himself. He tried jumping out of the hospital bed, but didn't make it very far before the wires and tubes he was hooked up to stopped him. The movement caused the young doctor to call out for a nurse. Cas tried to teleport out of the hospital room, but instead found that the effort made him feel ready to pass out again. The angel felt confused, but not the minor confusion that he had grown used to, he felt tired and sore and scared out of his mind. He...felt.
The doctor lunged forward, trying to keep Castiel still. A nurse came in and injected something in Cas's arm. He felt his body start to go limp. His fears receded, but uneasily. His mind was screaming at him that something was wrong, but his body was putting his brain to sleep. His last thought was, "Sleep? Angels don't sleep."
That was when, after countless millennia, Castiel the angel had his first dream. It was mostly nonsense mixed with memories. When Castiel woke up, he immediately began to forget it. After just a few minutes the only thing he could remember from it was seeing Anna, the look in her eyes right before she ripped out her Grace. Her look had haunted Cas for a long time, it made sense to him that it would haunt his dreams. The fact that he had had a dream, that he had fallen asleep, that was what didn't make sense to the angel. The image of Anna's face again entered his mind. It was the most pain he had ever seen in an angelic face, but it was nothing compared to how she looked at him when she was human. Suddenly everything finally clicked into place in his mind. Human.