Thanks for the reviews. This is a chapter that sheds insight into Castiel's past. You know the drill, reviews very much welcome.
It's only a dream.
His mother lying face down between the cracks of frozen ice.
He's pushed her.
Shoved her onto the thin sheet covering the lake.
But she's a tall woman, heavily boned.
And it can't support her abrupt weight.
So he watches in horror as the ice breaks around her.
She's under, the drop in temperature turning her skin a pale blue.
He's scrambling towards her, but it's to no avail.
Strong hand gripping his shoulders, holding him back.
"It's too late," The voice whispers.
And it's right.
She's stopped struggling.
Her body drifting towards the surface.
He stumbles back from the edge.
Escapes the person behind him.
"Castiel," It's Lucifer. "We need to go,"
He can't move, he's paralysed.
But Lucifer's voice is becoming more urgent.
"Come on," He's ordering.
He's pulling Castiel away.
She's dead.
Castiel's killed her.
His throat is constricting, he can't speak. Has no words to say.
It was an accident. Wasn't it?
Lucifer's got him on his feet, but Castiel can't turn away from the ice.
"Go," His older brother demands.
No.
"You were never here,"
Castiel doesn't move.
"Go!" The instruction rocks his core.
Lucifer's hands shake him and then Castiel's running.
Away from what he's done.
Running through darkness.
And then he wakes.
And remembers, he'll never see light again.
Because it's not a dream.
It's a memory.
