A/N: This story is a little different and I hope you guys enjoy it. All of this will be in first person, but in different character's point of view. I really liked writing Cas when he's broken. It was fun :P
Castiel's P.O.V
Dying is dreary and futile, but if you have died over and over again it gets annoying. Each death I had gets painful every time. First, I died by the hands of an Archangel Raphael. Second, I die once again by the hands of Lucifer. Third, okay I didn't die I just lost my memory, but sure as hell felt similar to dying. Very painful. Being taken over by thousands of Leviathans. Lastly and recently (I am pretty sure) I die by my own blade from one of my brothers, Noaphiel. I can't say I wasn't surprised by his actions. I did cause distrust him and I did kill thousands of my brothers and sisters when I was power crazed. I remember each death, but this last one will always be imprinted in my mind. It did just happen a few hours ago or is my time off from being dead?
Sam, Dean and I finally finished cleaning up the mess the Leviathans have left. Barley any Supernatural beings are alive, and even if they are they stay hidden. Many humans have perished, but they are many humans they can start again. Demons have been put back into hell along with Crowley and have been imprisoned, but I know Crowley and he will find a way out. Angels that have survived returned to heaven lost and confused. They have no leader and don't know what to do. The world seemed to finally be at peace, but knowing this world I know something is bound to happen.
"What do you say Cas?" I looked up at Dean Winchester. The man that I have given everything for. The man who taught me about free will and freedom.
"I say everything is fitting back into the puzzle. All the pieces are back and nothing is missing." I answered. Dean had a worry look in his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. I am still trying to get back to being normal or whatever that means anyway. I am still a bit broken, but I'm managing to be whole again.
"That's good to know. Hey how about we get us some pie huh?" Dean said excitedly putting his things in the trunk of the Impala. His baby he always says. Sam groaned.
"Dean enough with the pies man. You had about five pieces of pie every day. It's disgusting." Sam whined. During their brotherly bickering I stay in the back smiling idiotic at them. Their bickering always seems to make me feel better. I don't know why, it just does.
"Hey! You try being stuck in Purgatory with no friggen food and trying to survive for months, and then tell me how you feel!" Dean spat back. Sam looked guilty for about a second, but it was gone.
"Okay, okay. Then why hasn't Cas here stuffed himself with whatever he favors like you?" Sam came back with a good one, but there is a loophole and I know Dean will find it. I always secretly go for Dean when they argue.
"Cas is an Angel moron! He doesn't need food, isn't that right, Cas?" Dean looked me straight in the eyes giving that look I better agree or burn. I really dislike of being involved in their bickering, but I figure they always turn to me because they used to before I became broken.
"I don't require food, but I do sometimes take enjoyment of tasting some pies Dean gets." I knew this was the right answer Dean wanted. Sam made a face which Dean always calls his bitch face. Dean laughed in victory.
"See man. It's always about the pie they change people." Dean said smartly. Sam just rolled his eyes and started moving to the passenger door.
"Whatever." He mumbled.
Once they were about to get into their Impala. I got a weird feeling inside of me. My Grace tugged and I haven't felt my Grace tug in such a manor before. Something is wrong. I was about to voice out my worries until a man appeared in front of Dean.
"What the fu-" Dean didn't get to finish his sentence, since the man-no Angel, I recognize his Grace-threw Dean far away from him. My brother caught sight of me and walked right towards me.
"Castiel." Venom dripped off my name. I stared at my brother.
"Noaphiel." I said back. I looked behind him and saw Dean getting up anger covered his face, and Sam staring at us in shock. "What are you doing here, brother?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. Anger flared in his eyes.
"You lost the right to be our brother when you killed thousands of us." He growled. I should have known that's what this was about. Guilt filled my every being, and I am still trying to get use to confronting what I have done. Usually when I do, that's when I start to lose my marbles; as Dean says.
"The souls over powered me. I mean I know that shouldn't be an excuse. What way should I put it that would make sense? The lightening always strikes in different places, and doesn't have control. That's what the souls felt like. I-I didn't know what I was doing at the time. I mean yes I did, but I didn't want to take it that far. I was trying to set us free or…I guess I'm trying to say is I'm sorry, Noaphiel I have failed." I finally looked up at my brother and he stared at me with complete disgust.
"You've turned into something worse than we thought." I tilted my head to the side trying to understand his meaning. "You are nothing, but an abomination! I have to say I'm not going to be sorry for ending you, Castiel." With that Noaphiel attacked. I moved as fast as I can without being tackled.
"Leave him alone you fucking feathery dick!" Dean and Sam started running towards us, but they ran into an invisible force field. "What the hell?" Dean snarled. Hitting the invisible wall again and again. I stared in surprise. I remember that wall. I built it myself. The wall is invisible whoever is inside the boundaries of the wall cannot leave and whoever is on the outside of the wall cannot get in. We used these walls to teach young angels how to be a solider. I looked at the ground and saw Enochian sigils. I only taught one angel these sigils and he's standing in front of me ready to battle.
"I learned from the best." Noaphiel finally said. I turned my attention back onto him.
"Please, Noaphiel. I don't want to hurt you." I pleaded him. He only smirked. So much hatred behind his eyes.
"Good then this will be easier to kill you." With that he charged. I don't have a weapon or my Angel Blade. Meg has it, she still believes I am a bit out of it to be handed back my weapon. I haven't seen her in a while.
I ducked all of his blows. I punched him twice in the stomach and did a right hook in his side. His fist connected with my chin and I fell backwards seeing stars. I rolled away quickly before he impaled me with his blade. This fight felt like hours has passed, but I know it's only been a few minutes. I could hear Dean and Sam yelling trying to get Noaphiel riled. It's what they do best. In between blows, Noaphiel finally spoke.
"I trusted you! Then you go and ruin everything for what…for a human!" He jabbed me in the stomach. I spluttered out blood. I'm not as strong as I used to be. I know I am going to die soon. "They don't even care about you! All they do is put lies in your head and just use you!" He kicked my jaw and I fell on my side. I tried to crawl away. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me up. I saw his blade finally, and realized it was mine. "Yeah, I stole this from that demon whore. She's dead by the way I killed her." This information sinks in and I don't know why, but I feel grief for Meg. She has become a part of my life; a friend.
Dean and Sam are still yelling trying to get Noaphiel's attention, but I know it will be no use. Noaphiel has me and he will end me. "I wish it didn't have to be this way." He finally said. I looked up at him with forgiveness in my eyes.
"I understand. You have to do what you must." I whispered. I closed my eyes ready to die. Noaphiel plunged the blade in my back right through my Grace. I gasped in pain and opened my eyes seeing the sun shining brightly. I heard the screams of Sam and Dean Winchester. The burning through my Grace was the most painful experience I have ever encountered. Then everything turned black, and I knew that was it. I was finally done. So I thought.
I gasped for air, and coughed on my own blood. What the-? I got up quickly on my feet looking around me. I am still on the same field Noaphiel ended me. Killed me. I'm supposed to be dead. Why aren't I dead? I checked myself for injuries and nothing. It's as if I have never gone into battle. I looked around the field once more not seeing either Sam nor Dean. Did they just leave me here to rot? No, they wouldn't have because I was dead. I had to be. Realization finally came to me. I have been resurrected once again, and I knew that God wasn't the one behind it.
"You're quite right." A girl voice spoke. I snapped my head to my left seeing a woman in green. Leaves covered her chest and her bottom area, making a skirt like appearance. Vines wrapped around her right leg and left arm. Flowers implanted in her black hair. Her eyes were a striking sea green. I have never seen anyone like her before.
"Who are you?" She smirked at me and started walking towards me. I kept my stance and watched her every move.
"Sweetie, I'm the one that brought you back." She stated still with that smirk of hers. My eyes widen in surprise. This girl or whatever she is couldn't have brought an angel back.
"That's impossible." I replied. She frowned at my words.
"You think God is the only who can revive any living thing. Please." She chuckled. I stared at her trying to make sense in what she's saying. This woman how does she have the power to bring back the dead. I believe she brought me back I see no reason why she should lie.
"Why, did you bring me back?" I finally asked this strange woman. Sadness crept behind her eyes. She pulled out a small pink flower from her hair, and placed it in front of my face.
"Because the world is dying." She dropped the flower and I followed its departure. The pink started turning brown and the edges of the petals were withering. I looked back up at her. She sighed. "I started noticing the little signs. Petals withering faster, trees going droopy, and the grass turning a hint of brown. Then big signs are starting to show. The weather is going all screwy and not staying in the right season. Humans are blaming global warming or climate change whatever they call it now, but I know the truth. The world is dying." She explained. Does she expect me to save the world? I can't do that.
"What is my presence have to do with this?" The question took me off guard as I said it. Why do I sound like my old self. Why am I thinking straight and better. I'm supposed to be broken. She had a small smile on her face.
"You're going to help save this world. Only you can unlock the power hidden within her." She told me. I didn't understand what she's telling me. What power? What girl? I tilted my head to the side in confusion. She chuckled again. "Oh, Castiel you're a deft one huh?" I knew that tone. Dean always used that tone. She's being sarcastic.
"I can't help you. You have to find someone else. I'm still broken." I whispered the last part. She shook her head and put her hand on my cheek. I felt her power beneath the small contact.
"No, you're not. When I revived you it was as if nothing was wrong with your brain. Then I realized it had to do with that girl. She bares your name. I guess that took some of your soul into her. Did you know your soul was just wandering about lost and scared?" I shook my head at her question, but her theory does explain why I don't feel broken anymore. I can actually think straight for once.
"Who's this girl you keep talking about?" This woman has been mentioning this girl a lot. I don't know who though. I saw a flash of humor on her face.
"Well she is no other than the daughter of the famous Dean Winchester." She exclaimed. I felt everything stop. My vessel and my Grace didn't move anymore. Even time seemed to stop for a second. Dean Winchester has a daughter? My death just happened a few hours ago…didn't it? What's going on?
"I don't understand. Dean and Sam were just here. It's not possible for him to have a child already?" She has to be wrong. There's just no way. A sad look crossed her features.
"Oh, sweetie. You've been dead for twenty years." She consoled me. My eyes dropped from her. I stared at the ground trying to take in her news. Twenty years? I have been dead for twenty years. Dean and Sam have moved on with their lives. Everyone moved on except for me. I can't believe I have been gone for that long. Usually my death only lasts for about an hour or so, not years.
"Why did you bring me back now?" I choked out. I felt embarrassed how weak I sounded. I'm an angel. I shouldn't sound weak, but I am a poor excuse for one.
"I told you. The world is dying and I need you to get little Mary Winchester. She's the key to all of this and you my dear are her lock." She explained with wonder in her voice. Mary Winchester. So Dean named her after his mother. Why did this woman say she bares my name when obviously she bares Dean's mother's name? I still don't understand what she's saying.
"What do you mean?" I questioned. She sighed and shook her head with a hint of a smile.
"You are really slow huh? What I am saying is she is not entirely human, since she has a part of your soul. She's a different species altogether. Heck I don't even know what she is, but the fact she has the blood of a Winchester and a soul of a fallen angel she's stronger than all the supernatural creatures combined. It read in a prophecy, which I found recently, that a girl will be born with the blood of powerful hunters and a soul of absolute righteous. She in time will save the world when it's crumbling, but she needs the other half of a soul that saved her from death. When that soul is complete with hers the world will be different and saved." I had feeling she wasn't telling me the complete truth, but her explanation sounds reasonable.
"I'm her other half, but how did I save her from death when myself was dead?" I asked another question. I have been asking this woman many questions. She smirked.
"That's another story to tell in the near future. Now I have places to be. Go on my little sweet angel find her for me." She said. She started walking away until I grabbed her wrist. She turned back at me confused written in her face.
"Who are you?" I asked yet again. She grinned.
"My name is Terra." With that she disappeared. Terra, her name means earth in Italian. Is she mother earth? I always thought that she was myth.
I have to find Dean and Sam along with Dean's daughter. I still cannot believe I have been dead for twenty years. I wonder how much I missed. At least Dean and Sam are finally at rest. At least they got what they wanted a normal family life. What did Dean call that again? Oh, right the apple pie life. That statement still makes no sense to me even when I was broken. I decided to focus my Grace on prayers from either Sam or Dean. Nothing even grasped at me. I couldn't feel them, since the sigils craved in their ribs are still there. They wouldn't pray, since they know my God abandoned this world and they think I'm dead. It looks like I have to start from scratch, and it means to find them through the use of technology. I stared up at the sky praying and hoping I will find them both soon.
A/N: My next chapter is going to be Dean's point of view. Now he will give out the most information about how Cassie truly died and the birth of Mary. Review please :)
