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I told them all I could remember starting right after I died, how I'd ended up in heaven. I skipped over the details, they didn't need to hear how my heaven was a perpetual afternoon in a park I visited constantly as a child. The creak of the old swing set, the towering slides forming a fortress that was entirely my own, the long grassy field that lead to a line of trees and held all the goblins and witches forged by my imagination was something that felt only unique to me, even though I knew it wasn't. I focused more on the weather, how the sky had been a dark grey and the air held the faint, electric smell of ozone; forever the calm before the storm. I could even hear the distant rumble of thunder and see occasional flash of lightning just beyond the trees. It had stayed that way for ages until one day the wind picked up.

"And?" Sam prompted, looking far too into the story.

"The storm rolled in and next thing I knew I was struggling to breathe through a mouthful of dirt." I shrugged and finished rather anticlimactically.

"You told the people who found you that you were a prophet." Dean said.

"Yeah, just seemed like the right thing to say at the time. 'Tempest Mathews, prophet of the lord' has a nice ring to it. I don't know what it means though..."

"The last prophet we met predicted our futures." Sam gave me a pointed look as though he expected me to start reading their palms.

"As far as I know, I have gained no otherworldly powers from dying. I can bend my thumb back really far though." I started to demonstrate but Dean stopped me, looking mildly nauseated as he did so.

"That's okay, we don't need to see."

"Fine by me. Have anything else to pester me about? I've had a long day and would appreciate a nap before my parents come to pick me up. Their flight should be landing soon." I drummed my fingers impatiently on my leg.

"No, no, I guess that's all for now...here's our number, call us if anything comes up or if you remember anything else that could be important." Sam handed me a small slip of paper which I stowed carelessly in the pocket of my jacket.

"Dont think I will but thanks for the thought. This will all turn out to be nothing in the end so don't get your hopes up." He gave me a long, searching look.

"I doubt that. We'll be in touch." With that, the two brothers exited the room - and my life - once more. I can't say I was sad to see them go, the last time we had met up hadn't exactly ended well for me. I could place the entirety of the blame on them, however, my own stupidity had been the cause of my demon possession. Late night parties, large quantities of alcohol, and Ouija boards are never a good mix.

I rested my eyes for a few hours before my parents showed up, all screaming and happy to see me. I surprised even myself by bursting into tears upon their arrival. I had felt rather detached from everything up until that moment and it was a relief for some sort of normality to resume. They were highly skeptical of the police's claims that I had faked my own death but couldn't come up with an alternate explanation on their own either. They settled for some strange coma scenario and we headed off, choosing to spend the night in a local motel before we went back home.I only half listened as my mom rambled on about how excited all my friends and family were to see me again. I couldn't manufacture the same excitement; looking back on my past life felt like watching a movie about someone else's life. I couldn't connect; whoever I had been then, I wasn't the same person now. And that scared me more than anything.

My parents allowed me to have my own room for the night, something I was exponentially thankful for. I needed the time to sort my thoughts out. My memory was full of gaps that felt deliberately placed. If I could fill them in then I knew my questions would be answered, if that was even possible. I fell into a restless sleep, my dreams full of dark shadows and a loud ringing noise that seemed oddly familiar. I awoke bathed in sweat and not alone.

"You need to come with me now." A rough voice said from beside my bed. I didn't recognize it or the man who owned it. Even as my eyes adjusted, I could only make out the vague outline of a person beside me.

"Who are you?" I shifted as far as I could to the other side of the bed and groped around blindly trying to find the lamp switch. "Do I know you?"

"My name is Castiel," He began just as I wrapped my hand around the small chain and gave it a tug, filling the room with a dim, yellow glow. My eyes readjusted once again but the man beside me didnt look any more familiar. His dark hair and light blue eyes were rather nondescript but his trench coat gave me a slight flasher vibe. "I'm afraid you don't."

"Then why are you here? Why do I have to leave with you?" I inched my way towards the edge of the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements in case he went squirrelly and tried to attack me. This "Castiel" person was obviously some deranged madman or crazed junkie, even if he didn't look like either.

"I'm here to save you, we don't have much time so you'll need to-" What I needed to do was cut off short by a large flash of light that filled the room and shattered the lightbulb in the lamp, plunging the room into darkness once more after it had faded. I could tell Castiel was gone but a gut feeling told me there were more people coming. Not taking my chances with the door, I crawled under the bed and remained there until three men in suits dragged me out from under it.