The Beginning of the End: Castiel's Story

by cas.in.the.impala

Castiel has lived a long, long life. Correction. HAD lived. In the afterlife, Castiel recalls the story of how he met the Winchesters, his time in heaven (and hell), how he saved and destroyed the world multiple times, and how he sacrificed himself for one man. Dean Winchester. *Destiel to come in the later chapters *Discontinued until further notice :( sorry

4. The Summoning

The Summoning

Dean and Bobby had finished the warehouse by the time I had gotten my vessel. So to pass the time, I sat just outside the warehouse doors and waited patiently for them to summon me. Maybe if Dean saw me, he would remember the great time we had together. For dramatic effect I waited approximately 27 seconds after I had been summoned to come through the doors. I couldn't contain my excitement. Lightening lit up the sky. The wind around swirled around me, whipping through my hair, swaying my trench coat. I burst through the doors and walked dramatically through all of their traps and made the lights explode. Sadly, I could tell that Dean still didn't remember me because while walking towards them, they shot me so full of rock salt, that I could feel it rolling around inside me. When I had reached them, Dean stabbed me with the demon killing knife of the kurds. The knife didn't hurt much, but the sadness of Dean's lost memories struck me very hard.

Dean was mad and scared. I was hurt, but I didn't want to let it show. He didn't know what I was. He demanded that I tell him. I was willing to answer any question he had because of our forgotten friendship. I then proceeded to tell him that I was the one who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition and that I was an Angel of the Lord. He didn't believe me. I told him he had no faith. When showing people our power, angels are allowed to grant them one miracle. Sometimes this act may be healing a sick person or touching their forehead and showing them visions of that we have done. In the case of Dean Winchester, lightning flashed within the warehouse and the shadow of my wings was shown unto him along with a vision of a memory of our time in Hell. The vision was of Dean and I laughing about one of his many jokes. (He never told anyone about this). He then realized that he knew me, but didn't remember me. When he asked why he was needed by heaven, Dean looked a bit sad. He didn't know why a glorious place like heaven needed an abomination like him. All I told him was that we had big plans for him. Then, I returned to heaven.