I was staring. Five. Dead. People. In. The. Bathtub. For my defence, they were staring back with their burned eyeballs. Why did I have to choose the freaking bathroom?

A sound of wings flapping brought me back to reality. I looked up at the angel in the trenchcoat. He was taller than I had expected him to be. Most of his wounds were healed, but I still could barely look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, leaning on the counter.

"I should be asking you that question," I answered, my eyes back on the deads.

Castiel's eyes followed mine.

"That wasn't the wisest choice if you didn't want to see blood."

"Well, at least, they don't talk." I laughed.

Castiel tilted slightly his head.

"Can you leave me alone, now? I kinda don't want to be remembered of what I did."

Castiel sighed.

"You didn't do anything."

"Yeah… Not too sure about that…"

"Get up."

Seeing I wasn't moving, he asked me again. This time, I got up. That's when he saw my scraped hand. He made a move to heal me, but I stopped him by gripping his wrist. He flinched at the flash of pain. I was stupid. I could clearly see that everything was healed except for the bruises that could possibly indicate broken bones. My fingers released their grip on his arm.

"You don't need to heal that, Castiel. It's nothing. Heal yourself instead."

The angel's blue eyes drifted away as soon I said his name.

"I don't usually call you Castiel, right?" I realized.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't let me heal you, can I, at least, show you what happened?"

"I already know."

"Believe me, Dean. What you remember is definitely not the truth."

I wanted to go away. From the bathroom and from this conversation. The fact that the angel apparently didn't know much about personal space didn't help too.

"I know you, Dean. You always think you're the one to blame for everything bad that happens to us. Just… Just let me show you what really happened."

"Fine"

"It may hurt," he told me before putting two fingers on my forehead.

It felt like being in a movie theater, except the film we were watching was a part of my life seen through my eyes. It didn't have any sound only images this time.

We were in the same motel room but on a different day. I could tell just by the way the angel was standing beside me. He didn't need to support himself on anything… yet. He was still holding himself in the same weird way as in the dinner though. In front of us, the five people from the bathtub were blocking our only way out. I changed my grip on the angel blade I was holding. There was already blood covering part of walls. I attacked the first two. As I was about to kill the second one, an invisible force threw me across the room. I got up, trying my best to steady myself. My eyes dropped on my angel blade that was laying down beside the demon's feet. I dived to grab it, but they kicked it away before I could reach it. The one I had tried to kill was now standing on my wrist. I felt the exact moment he broke it.

For the first time, I heard a sound. It was a painful cry. My eyes immediately went on the angel who had just been stabbed in the shoulder with a blade similar to mine. Before I could do anything, they stabbed him again, this time in the leg. When they pinned him against the wall to "gently" cut his skin, I unfroze. I kicked my opponent in the knee. He fell on his back, screaming. I quickly grabbed my blade and pushed it through his body all the way to the guard. I removed it. I walked toward the three other cowards who were torturing my friend. They knocked him on the ground before turning to me.

I got distracted by the blood that was flooding out of his wounds. The next I knew, I was on the ground getting a taste of what Castiel had received. I raised my arms, trying to protect myself, but it wasn't enough. Behind the demons, Castiel's eyes blinked fast. We made eye contact and I prayed, begging him to do what we had talk about. As soon as there was an opening, I saw the flash of a firearm as it shot straight for my left shoulder. The pain was unbearable, but it had the right effect on the demons: they stepped back in surprise, allowing my angelic friend to switch from his vessel to me.

That's what we had agreed on at the dinner. He still hadn't fully healed from the battle in Hell. I made him promise to use me as a vessel if his was getting too damaged. He had protested, of course. It was Castiel after all, but he finally agreed when I proved him I could steal his blade without him even moving.

That's exactly what he did and, poor demons, they didn't get the chance to understand what was happening. It was weird. I was fighting, but I didn't control anything. Though, compared to what I heard, Castiel was letting me see everything he was doing and even comment on it. When that was done, we (or more like he) headed out. That was a mistake. Outside, there were, at least, a hundred of demons waiting for us, surrounding the motel. A woman walked toward us. She had brown hair and was still wearing her hospital uniform. Before she could do anything, Castiel flew us away. It was like that for weeks. We were hiding, then they would find us. Then we would fly away to hide again. I was pretty sure the angel didn't want me to get injured like his vessel, but it was getting boring. I told him and he said he knew what he was doing. Eventually we fought. It lasted a week. We slashed demons and they hurt me. Like the angel had expected, my body couldn't eventually endure it and I had, unintentionally, ejected Cas.

From there, the images switched faster and faster. Sometimes I was with Sammy watching fireworks, sometimes we were on a hunt. The angel was now showing me every single bit of my life, everything he knew about me.

I came back abruptly to the real world when he stopped touching my forehead. My eyes were fixed on something that wasn't there. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

"You are crying," remarked Cas.

"Yeah, well, you just showed me my whole life. It isn't the happiest story" I laughed, wiping my eye with the back of my hand. "Thanks"

He smiled. This is when I realized he was looking like crap. He could barely hold himself with the help of the counter. His hand slipped and he collapsed in my arms.

"Hey, hey… You okay buddy?" He didn't answer. He was still awake, but by the look on his face, not for long. "Shit…"

I unlocked the bathroom door and pushed it just enough open for Sam to realize what I had just done. He stormed in.

"Help me get him to the bed." I ordered him.

Sam didn't asked questions. He simply passed an arm around Castiel and helped me. We put him on the bed. Gabriel immediately rushed to him.

"What have you done to him?"

"I am fine," Castiel mumbled before I could answer.

"Yeah sure, Cassie! That's what you said when you were learning to fly and your broke your wing, remember?"

"It healed." his brother protested.

"Yeah. But you couldn't fly straight for a decade!"

I laughed silently. My smile faded when I saw him fighting to stay awake.

"Cas showed me what happened," I answered

"Com'on Cassie! Your grace is lower than mine and you share memories?" Gabriel snapped.

"Yeah, and it was worth it," he said, his voice now only a whisper.

"Really?" I replied.

"Yes. You called me Cas," he replied before closing his eyes.

I looked at him for a couple of seconds, making sure he was breathing before heading to grab a chair. I sat down beside the bed, watching over him. I could feel Sam's eyes on me. He was smiling. I couldn't help but smile as well. I was remembering everything.