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Colorado, Denver, U.S 2010
Castiel's ~p.o.v~
His eyes open. He closes them back not. Not enjoying the sensation.
He feels a heavy dampness on his lower region. The upper region is covered in something warm and lumpy and smells something of earth
He thinks of nothing.
He is still. He likes the position that he is in, the dampness that he is currently feeling is warm and is pleasant he thinks.
The wetness soon feels unpleasant, scratching? He does not like the position that he is in anymore, he wishes to move nothing happens.
He is struggling now. Moving side to side. And has a feeling of panic. Why is nothing happening? He stops doing what he was currently doing, it was nothing of help.
He is a little deeper on earth and the heavy dampness is slowly going to his upper region. He clenches his eyes a little more tightly and tries to breathe in trough his mouth. He coughs vigorously, he breathed in some of the mud, and he let out a noise that he doesn't comprehend. He tries to move once more this time he uses hands. It felt quite unusual to depend on a pair of limbs he thinks. He curls his hands against the mud and forces himself to rise but to no avail he falls back down once. This is irritating he thinks. He breathes in this time, thankfully he somehow managed to block out the mud; he tries again and senses a light feeling in his chest a feeling accomplishment he thinks, when he finally found the strength to turn over.
He stays in the same position that he was in before, even though he now understands the concept of movement, he still chooses stay in his current position bearing the scratching feeling; he could tolerate the feeling for a little longer.
Hesitant to open his eyes since the last he did the feeling was not pleasant. But since he was getting tired of the steady darkness behind his eyes, heat on his eyelids suggesting there's something more, making up his decision. He scrunched his eyes so that he could try to open them; it appeared to be a more difficult task than he had imagined given that they felt like they were permanently glued together. Clenching his eyes before he tried to open his eyes once more thankfully his struggle did not go unnoticed since his eyes were now open without struggle, but closed them back immediately, due to the sudden heat of light, he open his eyes, blinking ever so slightly adjusting his vision
He was greeted in colour; he understands the concept of colour.
Tilting his head to his right he blinks, taking in the surrounding's above him it was quite a pleasant sight to see blue and white colliding together with the occasional winged creature? Flying above. It really was a lovely sight he thinks. He attempted to rise but it seemed to be a more challenging task than opening his eyes, with a few falls he managed to stay in the upright position, tough highly drawn to the temptation of gravity, looking at the sight in front of him all he seemed to see was a lake. That does explain the previous dampness,he thinks.
Looking down he saw mud then he saw feet and a figure… his figure… he suppose. He currently has little pieces of leaves stuck to him, mud and patches of dried liquid red liquid, curious he went down to touch it, it felt like it looked. Dry. The red liquid slightly covered his hands, using his thumb to stroke the dry liquid between his fingers. The action was only done for a moment before he brang it up to his nose, he immediately flinched back… the smell was something he cannot describe but it was not the earthly smell of mud.
Looking around shakily, the sight in front of him, tall trees surrounding him, some cut out logs, he stopped turning, when he saw two small figures on the grass, the two figures were covered in light brown hair, a bushy tail, brown almost black looking eyes which seemed to be bigger than its head, a squirrel he thinks, the squirrels were playing with each other. Transfixed by the only beings, walking towards them hoping to ask where he was. To his disappointment the squirrels ran away sensing his presence.
How did he get here?
Where is he?
What has happened to him?
Why can't he remember anything?
Who is he?
Blindly walking to a direction with no destination, mind complete of unanswered questions.
He tried to shake the piling thoughts that were nesting in his mind away, since it was causing a sharp ache in his head, looking around to see where he is, somehow he managed to reach a hill tall grass around him left to grow unattended he was about to turn and walk elsewhere but a glare of shining light stopped him, looking at the direction of where the light was, he saw a pole. curious he walks towards the pole stumbling ever so slightly due to the litter of rocks appearing on his pathway. When he reached the pole, a hexagon sign covered in red except for the STOP which was in huge white letters, it did nothing to ease his confusion why was the sign saying stop?, looking down tilting his head at what was underneath him, a centimetre away . the solid rock, curious he stepped on it was not the same feeling as the mud which had warmth and softness the flat rock was… flat… hard.. It wasn't comfortable nor was it comfortable. Cement he thinks, walking on the cement not knowing what else to do, walking blindly; sorting all the questions in an alphabetical order to ask if he finds help.
He walked a couple of steps more before he doubled over in pain clutching his head.
I would've died for you-
Our father in heaven, please forgive us-
Don't make me lose you to-
Dear lord, I wish-
Castiel you let a demon-
Prayers, screams like glass shattering into a million little shards piercing through his ears, what is happening to him? He tries to think, tries to get up but before he could do such an action. A vehicle of some sort is coming towards him, paralysed in his position looking looking looking as the vehicle comes closer and closer, it was making loud noises probably a warning, it does not influence his trans like state. He felt the vehicle crash into bones. Not enough time to let out a sound.
His vision was black once more
Reviews will be lovely
I know that there's a lot of 'he's' but that's only because Castiel doesn't know who he is yet and I'm writing it in his perspective and he doesn't know who he is yet so if can't just Cas woke up so and so since then it means that he knows he's Castiel know what I mean? So yea...
what i was thinking when writing the squirrel paragraph was the scen when cas was interogating the cat... i can't remember the episode but the epi was about cartoon robber and dean and cas were like a married couple... you know the scene... ya anyway so i tought it would be a very cas thing to do hoped you like the paragraph!
also this is a continued fic where i will be switching p.o.v's of cas and dean and very rare sam ones, the next chapter will be updated in a week or so... probably in a week...
p.s when people talk i will use slang for one so that it can be differenated i guess also i will use slang for thought or something particular in spn... basically what i'm trying to say is that i use alot of slang
Again, please review because it will help a lot tell me what you think about ithe story and not that hard to rewiew like in ao3 where you have to sighn in with email and stuff is super easy and everyone can do, and you can also put a fake name if rewiewing makes you uncomfortable or something
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Nikki