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AnnabelleLee13194: LAWL. If only...if only...
I felt as if I should give you guys a new chapter after watching Karla last night. *cringe* Seriously. If you watch that movie, have the remote ready. It's kinda creepy seeing Misha playing a rapist/murderer... But he's shirtless in a buncha scenes so I GUESS it evens out. Oh, right. Stop drooling and get to the notes Castiel-muse is telling me. Uh, This chapter is like major and leaves another cliffhanger. ^^ I feel like it's a television show or something with all the cliffys. Yeah. Not much more I can say really. Enjoy and please review!
Chapter 4: Thou Talks of Dreams
"Uh…Jessica?" Sam asked as he took a step closer to me. I was horrified. Why did this supposed angel named Castiel have the same voice as the one in my dreams?... I gave him a nod quickly.
"Way to go. You scared her half to death. Again!" Dean said loudly to Castiel.
Castiel turned to look at me slowly. His expression was blank, yet covered in curiosity. "Who is she?"
"Jessica Ryan meet Castiel," Sam said.
He gave a careful nod. I just kept staring at him. It was all too strange. "Y-You're the angel?" I stammered.
Castiel tilted his head slightly. "I am an angel of the Lord." It looked as if he were studying me. A confused look came across his features. "Katherine?"
I looked around; half thinking I'd see someone else appear near me. "What?"
He took a step forward towards me. "Katherine, is that you?"
With a puzzled look, I wondered why the name was familiar… My dreams. That's right! Sometimes the voice would call me that.
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean barked.
Castiel took another step. "You're Katherine, are you not?"
"…I'm Jessica, not Katherine," I said. "Maybe you've confused me for someone else…"
It looked as if he made a small frown. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."
"It's uh… It's okay." Was he the voice in my dreams? Had he been talking to me for the past decade or more? I didn't get a chance to ask. A sound of rustling could be heard and then he was gone. Just like that…
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After Castiel left, I went with Sam and Dean back to their motel room to talk incase dad came home. The car ride was silent but when we got to the room, it all came out.
"Care to explain why Cas was calling you Katherine, Jessica?" Dean asked as we walked into the room.
Sam gave me a narrow glance. "It was almost like…he knew you…"
I knew what the right response was: I have no idea who he is and I think it's a mistake. But no. "I think…he might."
"How would an angel know you?" Dean questioned.
"Well," I laughed nervously as I sat down on the bed, "I have these dreams. A voice talks to me. I think it's his…"
Dean gave Sam a weird look and Sam asked, "For how long?"
How long has it really been? I could only guess… "Since I was little."
"And how old are you?" Sam asked while crossing his arms.
"Twenty-one. Look what's with-"
Dean interrupted me. "But that doesn't make any sense. Cas has only been in his vessel for what, ten or so months? How is that possible?"
Vessel? What was that? The two were more talking to one another than me now, which was a bit confusing.
"Isn't there lore about that? Angels visiting in your sleep? Plus, Castiel spoke to you in your sleep once, right?"
"That's true I guess. Maybe we should just ask 'im."
That means he would have to come back…or reappear. "If he's coming back and stuff, is it okay if I go home?"
Sam looked at me curiously. "Aren't you wondering why he's been talking to you?"
I stood up and shot him a look of disbelief. "Sure, but then again no. Just drop by my house if you find anything out," I told them as I opened the door.
Dean pulled his phone out as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Sam left with Jessica to take her home, leaving him to deal with Castiel. He scrolled through his contacts and found Castiel's number. Dean pressed 'send' before putting the phone to his ear. The droning ringing went on and on.
"Dean?"
"Cas, we need to talk." Dean stood and saw Castiel appear by the motel room door. He jumped a little. "Jeeze, haven't we talked about poofing?" Dean asked as he put the phone in his pocket.
"I'm sorry," Castiel said. "What did you need to speak to me about?"
"About Jessica."
Castiel carefully walked over to the edge of the bed and sat, pulling his coat around him. "I have news about her." He looked up at Dean with what looked to be a slight frown and told him, "But it is very…confusing."
"Lay it on me," Dean glared as he crossed his arms.
"One thousand years ago, there was an angel that was born. Her name was Katherine."
Dean paced the room, looking at Castiel every so often. "And what does that have to do with-"
"Dean," Castiel interrupted, "please let me finish." There was a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Dean was silent and he continued on. "Katherine was…beautiful. All the angels in the garrison thought so. Even God thought highly of her." He gave a slight smile and said, "She was even promised to one."
"Whoa, you mean like marriage?" Dean asked as he stopped pacing.
"Yes Dean," Castiel said with a head tilt. "Even angels have marriage."
He looked surprised, but Dean gave a nod. "What happened to her?"
Castiel bowed his head. "A few did not like the attention she was receiving and they…attacked her. It ended up causing her to," he looked up at Dean for a moment, "fall."
"But how did you know?"
"Somehow, Katherine did not lose her grace when she fell. It is just dormant."
Dean was confused. "How'd you know Jessica was her?"
"I could feel the grace."
"So Jessica…is a vessel?"
Castiel said, "Yes. The vessel was yet to be born when she fell. I have been…keeping an eye on her for twenty-one years."
A smile crept onto Dean's face. "It was you, wasn't it?" Castiel tilted his head, looking confused. Dean just let out a laugh and walked into the bathroom.
Sam stopped the car and I looked over at him. "Thanks."
He nodded. "No problem," Sam said as he kept looking straight ahead with his hands on the steering wheel. Something seemed wrong.
Before I got out of the car, I asked, "Is something wrong, Sam?"
Without looking at me, Sam shook his head. "Nope."
"You have trouble saying my name and you won't barely look at me…" It was the truth. The short car ride was dead silent and boring.
He let out a sigh and shifted to face me. "I'm sorry. It's just…you remind me of… I had a girlfriend named Jessica. You look a little like her too."
"Oh?"
Sam nodded as he looked down at the floor "Yeah… But she died a while back."
So I reminded him of a dead girlfriend. Awesome. "Sorry," I said. What else was there to say? "I, uh… I'll see you maybe later okay?" He gave another nod I saw as I opened the car door and got out of the car.
"We'll keep in touch," he said.
"Got it," I called over my shoulder as I unlocked the front door.
Sam watched Jessica go into her house as his phone went off. He pulled it from his pocket and quickly answered it. "Yeah?"
"Sammy? We gotta talk."
"About what?" Sam asked as he started the Impala. "Castiel tell you anything?"
"Oh, he told me a whole lotta everything."
"As in?"
"As in our friend Jessica there? Yeah, she's a fallen angel according to Cas."
Sam was shocked. "What? Does…does she know?"
"I'm not so sure about that."
"Well what do we do? Want me to go tell her?"
"No… I'll figure out a plan with Cas. You just get back here, okay?"
"Okay. See you soon," Sam said as he flipped the phone shut and looked at Jessica's house nervously.
I watched from my room window, waiting for the black car to drive off. And that seemed to take forever. Once he finally left, I turned and moved towards my dresser. As I moved, I could feel myself swaying. "Oh…you gotta be kidding me!" Last night I got sleep; this shouldn't be happening.
As I tried to get to my bed, I ended up falling on the floor. My eyes were already closing and I couldn't fight it anymore.
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I sat up in my room. I was on my bed, but how'd I get there? I thought I fell on the floor…
"Hello Jessica," a voice said.
When I looked in the direction of the voice, I saw him. Castiel. I wondered where the usual bright light was… "You're really Castiel?"
"Yes. I wanted to speak to you."
I gave him a curious look. "So you make sure I fell over unconscious?"
Castiel bowed his head a little. "I'm truly sorry about that." He looked up and walked closer. I had the feeling he was trying to figure out my emotions. "Do you remember me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Shaking my head, I said, "Other than my dreams and earlier? No." He let out what sounded to be a sigh. "Why? Am I supposed to?"
He was at the side of the bed, looking at me intently. Castiel put a hand to my cheek as he said, "Your name is Katherine."
"Katherine? No, it's Jessica. Just like I told you earlier." I pushed his hand away as nicely as I could.
"Jessica is the name of your vessel," Castiel explained, "you've grown…used to it. And your memory seems to be gone…"
"Memory of what?" He was being all too vague and I wasn't understanding.
"The time you spent with us Ka-… Jessica, you are no mere human which I'm sure you've figured out by now."
I was shocked. Not human? "What?" I hissed.
Castiel had a small smile as he said, "You are an angel."
