"Tonight!

Im gonna leave my body!

Tonight!

I'm gonna leave my body!"

Kings of Leon - Tonight


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AU: HEYYYYYYYY! LOL I know I know I went off the radar for an IT but with good reason! Let's just pick up where we left off shall we?! Hopefully you guys enjoy. I'm sorry I don't have much time to chat, especially since I'm trying to get another add out for you guys. With that being said,

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"Hey!" She paused at the end of the hall, eyeing his back as he continued on into an undisclosed room. Rory sighed and followed her instincts, but kept in mind that danger could've been lurking around her.

She cursed under her breath as she neared the room and realized she had no weapons or protection on her.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into view only to see the man had disappeared.

Her shoulders slumped.

"Dammit." She chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek, wondering where the familiar stranger had gone to yet again.

"Why is he always disappearing?" She whispered aloud, nearly jumping out of her skin at the feel of a hand resting heavily on her shoulder.

She spun around only to find him there. The breath escaped her and she fought the urge to smack him on the shoulder, remembering that even though he'd been A reoccurring guest, she still knew nothing about him.

"Quit doing that!" She gruffed.

The man continued to stare, with those piercing green eyes as he towered over her returning his hand to his side.

Aurora furrowed her brows at him, not understanding the silence.

"Who are you?" She asked for what seemed like the millionth time, but of all of those times, this time it seemed as though he wanted to answer, but hesitated.

Rory sighed, knowing she wouldn't get the answer. He was biting his tongue, nearly going red trying not to reveal it.

"Why are you always in my head?" She decided to move along with realizing she probably didn't have much time.

"I'm here to help you." He straightened slightly, painting his expression with determination.

Her brows nearly met at the centre of her forehead with confusion.

"Help me what?" She asked cautiously, not entirely sure she was ready to hear the entire truth.

"Manifest." He answered, causing her to grow more confused.

"Manifest? Manifest into what?! Am I dead?!"

"Into your true form. It's the only way.." he trailed off.

"To what, bring me back?" She pieced together. He gave a curt head nod, answering her question. Rory's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Where the hell am I anyway?" She asked what seemed to be the million dollar question.

"In the field your father first found you in." Her brows rose slightly with shock.

"Why there?" She asked only to receive silence as an answer. She sighed and rolled her eyes in annoyance..

"I'm getting the impression you're a very vague individual." She dulled.

"You have to hurry. The longer you're away from your vessel the less of a chance you have to revive it." At the mention of her body, she began to think back on the information she'd left behind with her father.

For the first time ever, she felt as thought she was beginning to uncover her true identity.

"...I know what I am, I think." Her face contorted. The man only continued to hold his steely gaze on her.

"...Do you?" She asked, already knowing that answer.

"Yes." He replied not even a beat after. She shook her head.

"Of course you do. And all this time you couldn't shoot out a single clue?" Her arms flapped up and fell by her sides heavily.

"It's not my place to-"

"Oh don't give me that. You could've said something." She barked back.

"I know you to be intelligent enough to figure it out on your own." He spoke, earning a acid in return, the anger started to bubble in the centre of her chest. Her feet began to carry her out of the room, leaving him behind, though she could hear him shuffling behind her a moment after.

"Intelligent? Tuh, newsflash. I'm dead. Think it's safe to say I lack in that department these days." She bit, following the hallway, hoping to find her way back to Dean.

"Where are you going?" She heard him ask. She didn't bother looking over her shoulder as she continued down her path. The nerves clawed up her back with every step.

"To find Dean, and then we can go and find my bod–woah!" She froze, feeling the weight of gravity pushing down on her body, as if it were trying to smash her into the surface beneath her feet before it completely let up. And in a blink of an eye, her surroundings had changed.

She spun around, finding the place to be familiar. Her eyes danced along the row of stones that poked up from the ground. The grass was still as green as she'd left it, fresh flowers had graced the surface, all in bloom and more alive then ever. It was then that she realized he'd taken her to her body. This was where bobby had found her all those years ago, when she had no one..

And nothing.

She followed the green path with her eyes, stopping just short of the area where her body lay lifeless and waiting.

"What the hell! What are you doing I have to find Dean!" She yelled, panic welling up inside of her as her heart pounded in her chest.

"You're lying. You were running." He accused her.

But he was right.

Suddenly, somewhere along the line, it all became too much.

"I wasn't–"

"Dean Winchester's problems can wait. Yours can't." He cut her off, seeing right through her.

"Believe me, I'm aware so-zap me back so I can help him!" She used her hands animatedly, tearing her gaze away from the green eyed stranger.

"It's time you face your own problems Ariel."

"What, you think I haven't been ever since I woke up in this goddamn field? Alone!" She expressed with a torn face.

"I'm not normal. I'm far from it. I know that now, and you have no problem reminding me of that every time I go to sleep, so excuse me for feeling a bit hesitant now that I finally get a glimpse into my identity."

"You're scared.." She snorted.

"You asking or telling? You can read minds can't you?" She quipped smartly.

"Emotions. I can feel your fear and uncertainty." He responded earning a glare in return.

She chose to remain silent keeping her thoughts to herself, though she was sure he could read the expressions on her face.

"Dean will find his way back to the living." He answered just as she suspected he would.

"How do you know?" She squinted, not able to completely believe his words.

"Just trust me." He begged with a hint of desperation.

"We're wasting time." He urged.

"Right..well y'know maybe being a ghost isn't so bad I mean, I can stay here..be like a guardian angel and watch over them right?" She reached up to nervously scratch behind her neck.

"You can't stay here." He told her, and she slumped knowing he was right.

"What do you fear?"

"My manifestation." She admit, shamefully.

"Why?" He seemed to be confused.

"Because what if I finally become who I really am, and I hate her?" She spoke with a heaviness in her tone, a grief that she'd been unaware had been suppressed in the back of her mind all the while.

"Blasphemy." He told her, somehow granting her reassurance. It was then she felt the ease of his presence, like a familiarity, as if she'd felt it long before he'd appeared to her in a dream.

"...You know me, don't you? Or..knew me?" She dared to question.

"Yes." He said. Rory's head tilted in curiosity, wondering who they were to each other, in whichever life she'd left behind.

"...Did you hate me?" She felt compelled to ask.

"No." he answered almost too quickly, and too certain. The silence between them was comfortable.

"...Did I hate you?"

"...No." This made her question even more.

But she trusted him. She had to if she wanted to get back to Dean.

"Okay. How do I do this?" She exhaled after taking a moment to gather herself.

"I will show you." He gruffed as he led the way in a slow walk over to the area where her body lay. She took a second, but followed after him.

"Okay, but before you do. You have to answer just a couple more questions." She was sure to watch his heel, sure not to step on one as they followed the path into the tiny meadow.

He didn't seem to be bothered by her interrogation judging by his silence.

"...What's your name?" She bothered, needing to know then who this mystery of a man truly was, more importantly who he was to her.

He came to a full stop, just short of her vessel. She looked battered and bloody, with a red patch of blood in the centre of red shirt where she'd been shot. Her face was decorated with scrapes and gashes.

"Man that accident really did me in huh?" She mused emptily with a grimace, wearing her pain as if she could still feel it. It was an odd feeling that passed over her suddenly.

There was a hollowness.

"...I'm Castiel." He answered finally, bringing forth a satisfaction to her being, distracting her for a moment and bringing her eyes onto his towering stature.

A small smile hit her lips..

"Cool name. Very uncommon, yet...suitable." She nodded with approval.

"Thank you." He nodded awkwardly.

"Okay. Last question..." she continued, earning a patient stare from Castiel.

"...I'm not gonna remember any of this when I wake up, am I?" She smirked knowingly.

He seemed to be apologetic.

"Don't worry about it. I guess I can appreciate the momentary honesty." She shrugged, glad to have received some clarity, even if it was for a minute.

"Alright. I'm ready." She stepped forward, standing above her body. Castiel appeared on the other side of her, staring intently at her ghost.

"Concentrate."

"On what?" She asked, shutting her eyes to help focus her senses.

"On you. Turn inwards."

"Will it hurt?"

"I'm sorry, but yes." He answered, causing an alarm to ring in her head. She blinked open her eyes to meet his gaze only to find that he'd disappeared once again, and instead found that same feline creature there in his place.

With its paw nails clawed into the ground, it used the terrain to quickly leap at her, releasing a ferocious bone chilling roar that shook the earth and everything inside of Rory just before the scream left her lips.