Castiel was there again, the same bench by the same body of water as last time when he had attempted to talk to god, he still wasn't sure if his father had been listening to the story he had told him last time.
He kept his head down, looking at his hands. Seeing Adnachiel and Samandril together again., it had brought up old...emotions...from before, before Anael had fallen from grace and abandoned him, leaving him feeling strange...and became Anna Milton. He knew now that that feeling had been loneliness', and abandonment, he continued to reflect, back on a time before he had betrayed her and before she had betrayed him.
Castiel sighed looking up and over the water, unlike last time he was here the ground was covered with fresh green grass and everything had a bit of a...new feeling to it. As his memories of when he had handed her over to heaven clouded his mind he began to wonder, where do angels go when they die? It had crossed his mind before, during the apocalypse when he had seen fallen brothers or sisters, and once he gained his sanity back and had to live with what he did with heaven it was a question he had asked himself but he had never given much thought to coming up with the answer.
He turned his face uptowards the sky and said in a calm voice. "I don't know...what happened to you after you were killed...but Anael I'm sorry. I should have never given you up to Zachariahs men. But I felt you had betrayed me. When you fell...it was with no warning, no goodbye. I guess I sort of understand now...goodbyes can be hard, maybe you didn't think you'd go through with it if you tried." Castiel said
He looked out over the water in front of him. "Still, two betrayals just makes the world a darker place. I should have been able to forgive...even Lucifer gave Michael the chance before fighting him for him to join his cause, he had forgiven him for his betrayal...I guess in that sense Lucifer has embraced Fathers teaching more then I have.." He said.
Castiel shifted his eyes once again, looking down at his hands. He closed his eyes, soaking in the serenity of the area around him and then stood and turned. He started walking towards the trees behind the bench, not really sure where he was planing on going but then he heard a voice and stopped in his tracks.
"Castiel, everyone is better at certain things then someone else. It doesn't make you weak to want revenge, its natural. Its a part of every being." The voice told him, and he glanced around, finally his eyes landed on Chuck, who was standing on the opposite side of the bench he had just been sitting on.
"Chuck? I thought you were dead? How did you get here?" Castiel asked and then took in his appearance, he was wearing a perfectly white button up shirt wih matching pants, he also had a short slightly stubby beard, hardly hey long but it was there.
"Chuck is dead...or rather the prophet version of him, I love the name so I still tend to use it." Chuck said with a smile, seeing the confusion on Castiel's face he said. "Oh, yeah...guess that was kinda confusing." He said. "Cas, its me...I'm sorry I haven't answered you before this, I tend to try not to interfere." He said and then laughed a bit. "Guess Sam and Dean rubbed off on me more then I though, because here I am dispute that." He said.
Castiel was silent, not quite believeing what his mind was making out from Chucks words. "You mean..." He said and then stopped, not wanting to sound ridiculous. "Your God." He finally said, deciding it was the only explanation to his words that made sense. "Have you come here to punish me?" He asked.
"Punish you? No. I learned from Lucifer that punishment only causes bitterness, hatred and a drive for vengeance." Chuck told him and looked towards the trees as a bird fluttered its wings and took off to do something that must have been important in its little world. As Chuck watches the bird fly away he remembered when Lucifer and Michael had just been leaning to use their wings and frowned slightly before looking back at Castiel.
"What you need Castiel...is something to push you down the right path, something that makes you want to do good." Chuck told him. "That's why I'm here." He explained and then smiled. "No need to thank me!" He told him and then faded away in a white mist before Castiel could even respond.
Castiel wondered what Chuck had meant when he said there was no need to thank him. As soon as the thought ran though his head that there was the sound of fluttering wings and rushing air being him, a clear sign of an angel arriving and he turned ready to fight. Only to be shocked as an upright body fell forward into his arms seemingly unconscious.