I spent almost two months' total in Heaven's jail. Metatron gave me updates on what appeared to be some sort of scheduled basis, but I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell whether it was day or night, whether it was Thursday or Sunday, whether it'd been a week since I'd seen Cas or just a few days. Metatron explained that he'd cast a spell on Castiel, so that he could not see or hear or feel or smell or even taste me, so that I was effectively nonexistent to him.

I'd been there, and he'd had no clue. And then I'd been thrown in Heaven's jail. Metatron brought me food when he brought me updates, because apparently he still liked me and was rooting for me, but that was about it. I had a bucket for a toilet.

I learned it was two months when Cas got thrown in beside me with Gadreel. For all their irony, I got thrown in with Castiel, for once.

I was sitting in the corner, curled up like normal, when he was thrown in quite roughly. I didn't look up. This wasn't the first time I'd imagined Castiel coming in, although I will admit that usually he came in a little more heroic-like, guns blazing and Winchesters behind him.

Usually he didn't get thrown in by Hannah, in my dreams, because Hannah would never work for Metatron and Castiel couldn't get thrown in jail and even if he did, he'd never get thrown in the same jail cell as me.

"Great." I muttered, not even looking up. My hair had grown out, and was covering my face. It was dirty and gross, as were the clothes I wore that I hadn't gotten to change out of and probably the rest of me. "I bet you still can't see me, too."

Castiel didn't speak, and I didn't bother glancing at him again. He'd go away after a minute of me ignoring him, like he always did in the dreams where he didn't answer because he COULDN'T SEE ME.

Eventually, though, curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced up.

Castiel was standing in the middle of the cell, silent as a ghost, staring at me.

Not at the corner. Not behind me. Not off in to space.

Directly.

At.

Me.

"Can you see me?" I whispered to him. He didn't even bother with a nod, just rushed and enveloped me in a hug.

"I thought I'd lost you." He whispered in to my grimy hair, holding me like I might slip away. I wasn't so quick to embrace him, though. I had seen this play out, as well.

"How do I know you're real?" I asked him, and felt him pull away to stare in to my eyes. "Metatron put me in a dream, where I was back on our date with you… How do I know it's not just another trick?"

"I missed your birthday because I hadn't known about it." He answered. "And when I told you I loved you, I screamed it at you instead of telling you calmly."

Sam and Dean knew that.

Kevin had known that, and Kevin's mom probably knew too. Castiel saw my hestitation still, and sighed.

"We went to see the second-largest ball of twine," he decided. "And you explained to me what it meant to be human. You had a disposable camera, and told me to just take a damn picture with you."

That was what made me believe it was Cas. Not because of the memory, but because he chose that specific one. It had been a simple trip, nothing major, nothing anybody would think of as important or noteworthy or special, except Cas and I. I'd never gotten the pictures developed, and still wanted to. But I'd taken him there on a whim, I'd been happy, and he'd seemed to be happy as well.

He picked it because it was a little thing, a small thing that I loved.

I threw my arms around him, and buried my face in to his overcoat. "It's you." I whispered. Castiel threw his arms around me as well, holding me even tighter than he had before.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't keep you safe."

"I'm fine." I assured him. "I'm just glad you're here and safe."

"So the rumors are true." I heard a voice call out from the next cell. Castiel broke away from me, and we both glared at the wall.

I recognized that voice.

He'd talked to me, tried to scare me away on me and Cas' date.

"Who is that?" I asked, every part of me very still. Castiel's stance matched mine in stillness as we both stared at the wall.

"That's Gadreel." He answered, his voice slow.

"That's the son of a bitch who possessed Sam?" I asked.

"I can hear you, just in case you did not know." He responded. I got up slowly, feeling Castiel's arms fall off of me as I rose. I walked over to the wall, and heard Castiel get up behind me.

"You're the one that took me, aren't you?" I asked, remembering that voice more clearly. Blonde hair, tall, looked a bit like he was carved out of a rock.

He didn't answer for a few moments, so I stood there, with my arms crossed. Castiel stood beside me, waiting as well.

When he still didn't answer, Castiel spoke. "Gadreel, is this true?"

"Yes." He said, the word coming out disjointed and harshly.

"You came up to me at the date, and told me to leave Castiel alone." I continued. "You were the one Metatron sent to scare me away."

"And you should have left." Gadreel answered. "If you had, you would not be stuck in this cell like Castiel and I."

"Seriously? That's all you have to say about that?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air. "You KIDNAPPED me. You followed Metatron's orders, killed Kevin, took Sam for a ride, probably helped Metatron snag Cas, and for what?" I crossed my arms again. "You're stuck in a cell, again, just like us, and you're still defending the order Metatron gave you."

"I was not defending him." Gadreel spat back.

"Then what were you doing?"

"Saying the truth."

"Gadreel, I think that is enough." Castiel said, his words biting. Gadreel fell silent, and I turned to face Cas.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, taking a glance at the wall. "Both of you."

"Actually, that is a good question." I heard a voice say, a new one. Feminine. I turned to look where it came from, at the cell bars, and saw the last person I expected to see.

"Hannah?"

"Kylie?" She saw me, for the first time, and I ran to the cell walls. I put my arms out, trying to hug her or something, thank GOD she was still alive, but she recoiled, moving away from me.

"Hannah, what's happening?" I looked, and saw she was, in fact on the other side of the bars. Not my side, not in jail, but on the side of the people that threw us in. "Do you… Do you work for Metatron?"

She didn't answer, and I turned to Castiel. "What happened, in two months?" I asked him. "I mean, seriously, TWO MONTHS and you're in jail with me, Hannah is working for Metatron," I pointed at her, not looking. "Gadreel is in jail as well, thrown in at the same time as you," I pointed at the wall that Gadreel resided behind. "And by WHOEVER, if I don't get some sort of idea as to what's going on OTHER than Metatron's goddamn self-righteous updates, I'm going to go INSANE!" I shouted, looking around at everyone. Hannah's face held shock and surprise, whereas Castiel… he was smiling at me, of all things. Smiling and almost laughing quietly. "WHAT is so goddamn funny, Cas?!" I asked him.

He pulled me in for a short kiss, hands in my hair even after he pulled away. "You have no idea how much I missed that," he said. "Missed you needing to know everything and being very much so adamant about it; missed watching the way you talked with your whole body and continually used hand gestures for whatever reason. I missed seeing and hearing you with me."

"Oh." I said quietly. "Well, you know, jail-crazy and all that…" My voice trailed off as I looked in to his eyes and saw how overjoyed he was that we were both here, together. Granted, we were in Heaven's jail cells, but we were still here. He could see me, could hear me, and I could be here with him to figure this out.

So we both sat down, leaning against the wall that Gadreel stood behind, with Castiel's arm around my shoulders. "I'll explain what happened." He said, looking at me first before Hannah.

And explain, he did.