Title: Attempting Happily Ever After
Author: castiel-thepizzaman
Pairing: eventual Dean/Castiel
Rating: M overall, this chapter, PG.
Warning: None
A/N: Oops. Sorry. Got caught up. I know, more excuses. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it's incredible lateness. But Do not fear, this story will be finished!
Long chapter ahead, I decided the break down Castiel's dreams into different chapters or else it would be huge. So the words will be in this chapter or the next ones from Castiel's point of view. The words that were given to me will be italicized.
Enjoy reading! Feel free to comment on anything that's good, bad, or whatever in-between.
Chapter Fourteen
Warmth. Like a fire was coursing through his veins, burning him up from the inside and flowing out through the night's air. There was no control, just a burning desire to claim the man before him as his own. He had the right, he deserved it. Emotions were coming to light, powerful and raw as the energy that surrounded him from his grace. These were not dulled by all the millennia he had lived. They were so powerful that it made Castiel sick to his stomach. But worst of all he had no control. Just the primal instincts and urges that his father had given to humans but had forgotten to give to angels. After all, angels were soldiers who fought for a cause. Humans were something grown out of a petri dish. An experiment that his father had grown to love. And in that way, so had Castiel. After all, if his father loved them then why shouldn't he?
Granted, not all his brethren saw it from his point of view. Imperfections. And with those it made each specimen unique.
But this? This was too much. Everything was twisting around. His head pounded with an unrecognizable force taking over his mind. Dampening his hypothalamus and controlling his actions. Seeing Dean in front of him was interesting. Especially watching his reactions to his body's actions. His responses to Castiel's control.
It was wrong. He knew that much and could decipher what was happening in his muddled mind. Breaking through the rapidly building wall between him and reality was difficult. Finding a weak area to push through resulted in jerky movements and labored words. Words that seemed to take Dean time to decipher. Time he did not have.
Cold stone collided with his warm knees, sending a jolt of pain and confusion through him as shaky fingers fumbled with Dean's pants, driven by a force that was not of his own. He felt lost and powerless, his own freewill ripped from him. The torn area as painful as when he first fell. Everything he had worked so hard for was taken from him. This was unfair. It was not the way it was supposed to be. But here he was, his body moving with the mind of another, forcing him to perform acts on his friend. Granted, the feeling of Dean's soft and trembling skin against his lips was not at all unpleasant. And he was sure at any other point in time he would revel in this, right now these lustful acts felt as dirty and wrong as sinning.
This man in front of him. He had changed everything about Castiel and the angel was forever grateful to him.
His body was urging him on, primal instinct causing him to shake with adrenaline and stimulation. He could feel his own erection straining against his clothes. His mind was intoxicated from the pleasure that Dean had made him feel previously. It was nothing like he had ever experienced and Castiel was sure that part of it was because of the hunter who had done that to him, made him feel that way. Part of him wanted more, wanted to continue on with the sexual actions and to throw himself head first into the whirling confusion in his mind, figuring it out on the way. While another part of him realized that what they were doing was inappropriate. Castiel was forcing Dean into this position even if the human had given his consent, making its way through to him. And everything he was feeling, he needed to figure it out, especially if it was brought on by the decision of someone else.
Sharp pain radiated up from Castiel's hand and suddenly he felt himself spinning out of control. He was barely conscious as his body fell to the ground, tremors causing his muscles to tense and then relax as he writhed against the darkness, trying to fight off the unrelenting foe.
There was intense pressure on him and he felt like he couldn't breathe, couldn't escaped. Pinned down, Castiel closed his eyes as the darkness overtook him.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Silence surrounded them as Castiel was thrown backwards against a solid object. Chains wrapped about him, pulling him taunt against the darkness. Frantic eyes searched for anything, but nothing could be seen as the darkness pressed in against him, suffocating him. The bindings jingled as he fought against them, fear overtaking his senses.
Struggle as he might, Castiel soon realized that he was held fast without any chance to escape. With one final pull he slumped, a soft growl leaving his lips as he lost all hope.
A blue light suddenly caught the angel's attention as he glanced up at the small orb that was floating amid the darkness. A clear liquid rested inside it, swaying every time the orb moved. The liquid gave off a bright blue glow that lit up the area, showing that nothing more than darkness rested beyond them.
'Come...' A voice seemed to ring out in Castiel's head, the orb floating a few inches closer.
The chains slithered across his body and returned to where they had come from, leaving him free to move.
'Come...' The orb said again and Castiel obeyed.
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.
Heavy breathing and the erratic beating of wings filled Castiel's ears as his hands connected with a body and pushed them up against the wall, an angel blade digging precariously into the demons throat. The smell of fire and sulfur surrounded him, strong enough to make him want to gag, but his orders, his drive to succeed kept him focused on his task.
"Where is he?" The angel yelled, his voice making the demon quiver and shake before him. "Where is the righteous man?"
The deformed body of the demon raised one hand and pointed in a direction. Castiel allowed his eyes to flicker towards where the demon was showing him before he nodded and pressed the blade into the demons throat, efficiently slicing through and killing the creature.
Castiel flapped his wings and raised up in the air before he kicked off the wall to propel himself forward with blinding speed. Hell was hectic, it was confusing. A labyrinth. They had left many of their brethren in the beginning, holding off the hordes that were trying to chase them through Hell. The numbers were dwindling as more and more were held behind and fewer continued onward. He could feel the three that were still with him flying close behind in a small formation so they could protect each other.
A cry of surprise caused them to turn and see three demons clinging onto the wings of Perpetiel as he spiral downwards, fighting to stay afloat and to toss the demons off.
"We must continue on!" Yemaya yelled, turning away from Perpetiel as she continued down the slope, leading them deeper into Hell. Castiel and Ecanus turned to follow her.
The other male angel shook his head as he glanced back at Perpetiel. This was what the angel would have wanted, for them to continue onwards since he was too far away to save. "We have lost the angel of success. I fear we will not triumph."
"Ecanus." Castiel hissed at his words before he sped up, following close behind Yemaya as they traveled towards their destination. They had spent so much time in Hell that their grace had dwindled being too far from their host and Heaven. Time had blurred together and Castiel could not tell how long they had spent in this forsaken land. But it did not matter, they were here for a reason and they would obey their orders until the end. It was what needed to be done.
A high pitch noise passed through all of Hell as if they were celebrating. Each angel felt the tug and the knowledge that the first seal had broken. The apocalypse was beginning. It was as if a large hole had been opened in them, a numb pain filling them. The three angels lost control for a moment and plummeted down into Hell, trying to regain their flight while battling the tug they were feeling.
Ecanus was the first to regain flight, swooping down to grab onto Yemaya as she passed by him. They flew up to rejoin Castiel who was floating in mid air, breathing hard at the sensation of the first seal being opened. It was then that he vowed to never let another seal break.
Once they had regained their bearings they continued onwards, a bit slower than before as their grace had been weakened. Castiel spread his damaged and beaten wings out, feeling the sore muscles tense under the pressure just as something slammed into him from behind, claws digging into his shoulders as he flipped over to see his attacker.
Yemaya and Ecanus turned, frozen still at the sight.
"Go!" Castiel yelled as another creature joined the first, pushing Castiel down towards the ground below. "Go, now!"
His back hit the ground just as the other two angels took off, flying towards the deeper parts of Hell. A small scream of agony left Castiel as the creature's claws dug deep into him, scratching at the surface of his grace. Castiel kicked up, feeling his feet make contact with the demon and send him flying off him. He may still be low on grace, but he was still strong. Before the other creature could pin him down, Castiel flew up, hovering above them, holding the angel blade out as a warning. With a snarl the first creature darted at him, his shoulder coming into contact with Castiel's stomach.
All the air left him, causing him to gasp in hot, smoky air before he slashed at the creature, feeling the blade slice cleanly into the creatures shoulder. Just as Castiel was about to pull it out and stab the demon in it's heart he was tackled out of the air by the other one, pressed down onto the cold stone. His wings beat the ground helplessly as he struggled to get free. Red eyes seemed to pierce through him and Castiel freed his hand, feeling the rocks from the ground grate against him as he pulled it free.
It was a quick and foolish decision, but one necessary for survival. Slamming his palm down onto the demon's forehead, Castiel sent what little grace he could spare through it, watching the bright light burn through the creature, destroying it's very essence. He shoved the dead body aside before it could fall on him and stood. The action had weakened him greatly, his power nearly diminished.
Turning, he caught sight of the other attacker, the blade still sticking out of it's shoulder as it cowered against the wall from what it had seen. Striding up to the creature Castiel pulled the knife out.
"Tell me." Castiel murmured. "Where is the righteous man?"
The answer from the demon was not forthcoming causing Castiel to snarl, shaking his head before he plunged the knife deep into the demon's heart, watching with minute satisfaction as the life left the demon's eyes.
Once the body had sagged down the wall Castiel turned and glanced around. He was surprised to be alive but now he had to continue on. There was no telling how far away the other two angels were.
Taking flight Castiel flew as fast as his body would let him, angling through the structures and passing other souls. But none of them were the righteous man. None of them were Dean Winchester, the man ordered to be saved.
The faster Castiel flew the closer he could feel his two brethren getting, the others long gone from his mind due to the distance. He could only hope that they were successful in their fighting, for he had felt many fallen from this excursion alone. The emptiness of them leaving the link they all shared had sent a jolt of pain through him, knowing that never again would he see their bright, celestial form nor hear their voices raised in song to praise the host.
"Castiel!"
The voice caught him off guard and he slowed, spinning around to locate the owner of the voice. Yemaya struggled against the ground, attempting to kick off the demons pinning her before Ecanus tackled them off her, rolling down the slope and coming dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. Angling his wings downwards, Castiel moved to join them before he saw the look of despair on his sister's eyes as she shook her head.
"Go, Castiel. You can do it. You must."
With those parting words the angel took off, only glancing over his shoulder once to see Ecanus tumble over the edge of the cliff with five demons, plummeting to the dark recess below. The noise of battle left his ears, replaced by the screams of Hell and his loud breathing in his ears. The flaps of his wings seemed diminished in the area as if the labyrinth was denying his existence and presence. His heart ached for each of his fallen brethren, for it seemed like this was a lost cause. Now he, out of all his garrison, remained on track for their orders.
Yet, they had failed. The righteous man had raised a knife and cut his first slice of a soul. He had opened the first seal. In a fool's hope, Castiel strained his wings to fly faster, feeling them pulling on the muscles of his back, stretching them and causing them to ache. A shooting pain from the wounds seemed to gather as he flew faster, thinking he could correct the man's wrongdoings. It was too late. But in his wearied and weakened state, Castiel knew he only had one duty left now. Save the righteous man and resurrect him or die trying.
A green tinge seemed to reflect off the walls, magenta stripes lacing the stone, but the area still reeked of death and blood. Decay filling the edges of the angel's vision. Chains swayed in a non-existent wind, and held to them were souls screaming for mercy and pleading for forgiveness. The begging went on deaf ears as Castiel weaved through them, searching for the pure grace of the man.
Accidentally, Castiel took a turn too sharp and his wing hit the edge of the metal. A searing pain spread through him, his wing going numb with a freezing feeling at the contact. He could feel a slight pressure from where his celestial form threatened to leak out. An agonizing yelp left the usually stoic angel's mouth as he instinctively folded the wing in. The chains were razor sharp, having cut cleanly through the skin as he swayed to avoid more damage to the wound. When he regained most of the feeling, he continued onward.
Caves began to litter the sides, twisting and turning into darkness that he couldn't make out. He only would spare a cursory glance, positive that the righteous man would not be in any of those. If rumors were true, that when the man picked up the blade he would have been apprenticed to Alastair. A small shudder ran through Castiel. He only had the pleasure of meeting the demon once before. A battle during the beginning of the world, shortly after the fall of Lucifer. Those were memories that would scar the angel forever, but he was forced to carry them with him.
A slight tug at his grace alerted the angel to the presence of the righteous man and he dove straight down, angling his body so he cut through the air at a tremendous speed. The ground loomed up towards him and once he was close enough, Castiel snapped his wings back open, feeling the air catch beneath him and slow his landing. But his landing was full of pain as the sudden movement and strain on his wings brought about a shock of pain and Castiel stumbled, his feet barely keeping a hold of the ground. After a few deep breaths he felt ready enough to continue.
Here silence reigned. Nothing could make it past the thick air.
A piercing scream shattered the stillness.
Almost nothing.
At the noise Castiel spun, moving to the edge of the shadow. Nothing could be seen into it, only the dim light of the blood red walls reflected off it. Cautiously reaching out a hand, his slender fingers ran across the darkness, feeling the evil lurking just beneath the surface. To push through it would surely taint his form, his body, and his grace. It felt like disease and sickness. It felt like sin. But he knew that shouldn't stop him, that should keep him going.
He could feel it. The righteous man's presence just beyond the barrier. But the longer he waited the more creatures he could feel just on the edge of his consciousness. Demons and monsters coming to keep what the angels wanted to claim as their own. As a demon collided with the surface of the ground, Castiel moved with haste, pushing his hand into the barrier until it was submerged.
It felt cold and hot at the same time, as if he was freezing until he burned. Castiel pushed in, moving his whole body through the darkness, the slick shadow coating him like oil. Within a few seconds he pushed out of the darkness and felt his feet drag along a flat stone surface. It was a large room in the shape of a gear, the blackness filling in the holes and creating it into a room. Flashing orbs generating light that flew across the room in flashing colors of red, green, yellow, and blue. There were instruments littered around the floor, all coated with blood and black ooze. The back of a man was turned towards Castiel, but he could see the face of the person on the table, mouth agape in agony and horror, eyes rolled to the back of his head. The body writhed against the table, creating a loud clanging noise as it moved. The standing man reached for something on the lab tray next to him before he turned, just noticing the new presence in the room.
A man with bright green eyes and short, blond hair stared back at him. Chiseled features slightly on the feminine side with a average height and a muscled build. But that wasn't what attracted Castiel, it was the man's soul. Bright and pure, the most beautiful he had ever seen.
The soul took a few steps towards the angel, bloodied fingers reaching out, awe present on his face.
"Dean Winchester." Castiel breathed out, seeing a spark of recognition at its own name.
The angel took a step towards the soul, resting his hand on Dean's shoulder. Even after the soul had been in Hell years upon countless years it still felt clean and pure, as if opening the first seal hadn't tainted it at all.
Dean's soul placed it's own hand on Castiel's shoulder, as if testing to see if the angel was real. The bright light of pure energy the angel was radiating reflecting in the green eyes brought forth emotions of reassurance and hope. Leaning in, Dean pressed his lips up against Castiel's in a chaste, quick kiss. A rush of air passed from Castiel's lungs as the man's lips lightly pushed against his, leaving a small tingling feeling on his form, his grace seeming to buzz with renewed energy at the small action. A warmth radiated from his hand on to Dean's shoulder as he moved his lips against Dean's feeling the purity of the soul and the softness of his lips. It lasted no more than a second before they pulled away, the soul feeling saved and renewed, and Castiel feeling stronger and with the will to carry on.
"Dean?" A nasally voice suddenly called out, an accent tinting the voice causing memories that lurked in the deep chasm of Castiel's mind to spring forth. Vile and horrendous.
It was a voice that Castiel recognized and before the soul could respond to its master Castiel fervently beat his wings rising up in the air, still clinging to Dean's soul.
Ignoring his body's cries of pain, the angel broke through the ceiling and began to fly, weaving in through the chains and following the pathway out of Hell. He paid no attention to anything else, other than his orders to return Dean Winchester to his body. To save the righteous man. Dimly, he was aware of flying past his brethren and when they noticed the soul he had in his hand they joined him in flying their way back, fighting off any of the demons that aimed to take Dean Winchester back to the depths of Hell.
The journey was long and arduous, and he could just see the gate in his vision when something collided with his side, sending him spiraling away from his destination.
"Castiel." Alistair drawled as he recognized the angel within his grasps. "Oh, dear, looks like I've caught you at a bad time."
"Alastair." Castiel hissed, shielding Dean away from the demon.
Yellow teeth appeared behind a fake smile. "Oh good. I was hoping you'd remember me. We never got to finish our little session, did we? We can always start again." This time the smile was real, reaching the demon's dull blue eyes. Alastair moved towards Castiel who retreated back, out of energy and power and protecting Dean Winchester's soul, he was in no position to fight.
The form of an angel barreled into Alastair, momentarily taking his attention away from Castiel. "Go!" Uriel yelled as he pinned Alastair to the wall, fighting against the demon's strength.
The angel didn't need to be told twice before he headed towards the exit, with what little power he had left, Castiel blasted through Hell and pushed his way through to the surface of Earth. He knew what he had done would destroy the area surrounding Dean's grave. But at that moment, they could afford that. Taking Dean's soul, Castiel fixed it, sewing it back together and making it whole. The body of Dean Winchester was easier to fix, the tendons and cells slipping together to create a flawless skin. The only thing that would not be removed off the soul was the handprint that had been burned in when Castiel had sent the last of his power as a blast to Earth.
The mental problems. That was something Castiel knew he couldn't fix. Only with time.
Upon placing Dean's soul back into his body the man was resurrected.
Feeling the fresh air and the warm sun on his face he breathed in the deep scent of Earth. He wanted to rest but now was not the time.
"Dean Winchester is saved."
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
Bright light surrounded Castiel, accompanied by warmth and a feeling of home. It was someplace he belonged, where he thought he would always belong. There was a small amount of chatter in his head from his brethren, but Castiel tuned them out, preferring to sit in silence and contemplate. He considered himself to be a rather simple angel. He obeyed his orders and did what he could for the further progression of the human race. The battle against Hell had long since ended, a shaky truce being called instead to the oblivion of both races. Heaven would rule and Hell would reign. It wasn't ideal, but it was the only thing they could do for now. That is, until the impending apocalypse catalyzed an action between all spheres.
For now, though, Castiel would do what was bidden of him. The angels had sung to the host earlier this morning in order to rejuvenate themselves and profess their love for their father. For now, the angel was just listening to the prayers of mankind, enjoying what little knowledge of human life he gleamed this way.
Castiel stretched his wings out and shook them slightly, ruffling the feathers and feeling the sun shine down on them and warm his tendons. In Heaven, the sun always shone, the place was bright and welcoming, as if forgiving one of their sins and welcoming them into the arms of the Lord. Most often, Castiel would be moving among human's personal Heavens, interested as to what they wanted to live with forever. Some people were rather complex, while others were simple. There was a woman who was content to sit and watch her mother sew for eternity, while another traveled through a maze of trees and each ending brought him to a different time in his life.
Folding his wings back up, he uncrossed his legs, watching the crystal blue, translucent pool resting beneath him. His feet dangled off the edge, hovering just above the blue liquid. It was said that certain angels had the power to see prophecies in the clear liquid. And even then, God might grant an angel a glimpse of their future. Castiel had yet to see one, but he did not think he deserved such a vision. He was just a lowly angel of a garrison.
The noise of wings cutting through the air announced the arrival of another angel, but Castiel paid no heed to the new comer, instead, staring at his reflection in the water.
"Castiel!" The voice called out, mock surprise and annoying happiness causing the angel to guess who the voice belonged to instantly.
"Gabriel." He murmured with respect. Bowing his head slightly in the higher angel's presence. "Have you come to taunt me again?"
Gabriel moved next to Castiel and sat on the ledge as well, his shorter legs swinging over the edge as he placed his palms on the ground behind his hips and leaned backwards. "What? Can I not talk to my younger brother?"
Castiel turned to look at the archangel, squinting his eyes as if to figure out Gabriel's motive. "Just last week you brought back this human contraption called tar and thought it would be funny to try to dump it on my wings. Then before that you placed me in a different reality where I couldn't land for fear of sinking into a dark pit. Ever since I was created you have been out to torment and tease me. Your idea of humor is to remove parts of human's anatomy."
"I'm just looking out for you, bro." Gabriel replied and silence passed between them before the archangel chuckled. "But come on, buttless humans? Butts were made to be removed."
Gabriel stopped laughing but a smile remained on his lips turning up the corner of his mouth. The younger angel watched his brother's reflection. They both knew why Gabriel was doing what he did, especially since he was the one who had fought so hard to get Castiel back from Alistair. Clearing his throat, Castiel glanced back out across the water. "So how was your trip to Earth? As en-joyful as always?"
"She beat me over the head with a broom!" Gabriel practically screeched the words, his face showing that his pride was hurt. "That's even worse than when I told Daniel why he was having his prophecies and he described me as 'the man named Gabriel.' Man! As if. I should have smote him."
Castiel shook his head. "I thought humans enjoyed creating new life."
"Not when they're virgins apparently. I even told her that her cousin, Elizabeth, was pregnant as well." The archangel shook his head with a sigh. "Behold, you will conceivein your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus.."
Not knowing what to say to his superior kept the younger angel quiet. He glanced over at Gabriel, noticing that he seemed to be thinking. With that knowledge, Castiel wondered whether he should leave him and continue with his duties for the day.
Before he could leave, Gabriel spoke again. "I've seen a lot in this pool, and Castiel, not all of them have been good. Earth is turning into an evil place and I fear there will be nothing we can do to save it. Michael and Lucifer, they..." Gabriel paused, as if phrasing his words carefully. "Do you ever wonder about the future?"
Shaking his head Castiel replied vehemently and with conviction. "No, our father will always be there, he will make sure everything is as it should be."
"But what if it should be evil and full of death and despair?"
Turning, Castiel feared his brother's words, feared the meaning behind them. He did not understand why Gabriel was asking him such things, things that bordered on blasphemous. Casting a glance about, he was relieved that they were the only beings in the area. "Our father would not let such a thing happen."
Gabriel stood, unfurling a wing and gently dipped an edge of the primary feathers into the pool, creating small ripples that moved away and towards the outer sides of the pool. "It's just the things I've seen. What if he's not always here? The scar of Lucifer leaving is still too great for me to bear."
"What are you saying Gabriel?"
"I'm saying... Take care, brother. If you ever need me, I'm sure you'll figure out how to find me." Strong wind ruffled Castiel's hair as Gabriel took off, his wings pushing hard to get him off the ground. He watched the archangel's reflection in the rippling water, tracking his progress.
Just as Gabriel's reflection left the pool, the glinting of something bright in the water caught his attention. It was the reflection of a silver knife with a long handle and a sharp blade. It sliced through the air, landing into the back of another being, stabbing through to the heart. Bright light exploded from the body, pouring out through the eyes and the mouth as the body died and the grace of the angel was expelled. A wave of fire rolled over the surface's reflection, replacing the scene with darkness once the fire died out. Bright green eyes floated to the surface, wearied and tired before the eyelids slid closed, extinguishing the light in the orbs. Just as they opened again the whole pool filled with a bright white light that almost hurt Castiel to look at.
As Castiel squinted at the pool a rough, deep voice yelled, causing him to bring up his hands to cover his ears from the shattering noise. "Dean!"
A voice called back in return, echoing through Castiel's mind long after the vision had died down and the pool had returned to it's calm and mellow state. "Castiel!"
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.
Bright light filtered through the leaves splaying dancing shadows onto the ground. Children's laughter and the squeaking of the chains of swings seemed to drift around the park, the thumping of a basketball hitting the ground. It was peaceful, quiet. As if they didn't know their existence was dangling by a thread. A thread the Winchesters could so easily cut. It seemed fitting that everything could be covered by a warm breeze and smiles. That everyone could take their pain and push it away for what little time they needed to and enjoy their time for the sake of others. Ever present problems were forgotten with the thought that if the troubles are ignored they will slowly fade away. Except, this was one problem that wouldn't leave. The destruction of Earth would be permanent, a massacre of everything anyone holds dear.
It could be stopped though.
Dean Winchester.
Castiel had faith in that man, more than he knew he should. He knew hundreds of languages, dead and alive, he had thousands of ways of saying one given thing. But that one word. That one name. Nothing could ever mean as much to him as the word 'Dean'. For the whole time the angel had known the stubborn man he had been impressed, surprised almost, that a single human could impact the future of the world so much. The burden on the man's shoulders seemed to be weighing him down though, the time had come for actions and decisions. The time had come for Dean Winchester to become the person he was destined to be.
Laughter caught his attention, pulling him from his musings as he turned his head, surveying a small child watching the flames burn down candles. Wax dripping down onto the frosting of what seemed to be a chocolate cheesecake as people gathered around him to sing a song while eating cupcakes.
These people. These beings were his father's creations. It would be a shame to see them perish. Though, Castiel couldn't help but feel doubts seeping into him. He was a loyal and obedient angel. Strong and powerful. Each order he received he followed it. He had the best intent for everything. But, he had seen a lot. Something was not right and it angered the angel that he could not find out what it was. Ever since raising Dean from perdition something had changed.
Doubts were sinking in and Castiel was more confused than ever.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.
Castiel spun around, losing the feel of the park bench underneath him, staring around furiously for any sign of where to go. The blue orb was nowhere in sight and anger welled in him that he wasn't allowed to stay long enough to see Dean.
Dean. The word echoed around in his mind. Each memory had been linked to the man in some way and he couldn't help but feel like this was a puzzle he needed to figure out.
"Cas... come on, Cas. Wake up, please." The voice seemed to fill the area, reverberating against the darkness. It sounded morose with bitterness biting on each word. The angel turned, trying to locate the voice but to no avail. "Goddammit." It spoke again.
Trench coat flowing out behind him, Castiel began to run, pushing against the darkness, feeling it press against his being again. "Dean!" He yelled, his voice sounding small even to his own ears. "Dean!" Frantically, Castiel called for his friend hoping he would be answered.
He did not know how long he was running for, nothing but the darkness around him, and nothing for him to tell the passing of time. Just as he was about to give up, a light could be seen in the distance, a beacon guiding him. The only thing Castiel did not know was where to. As he moved closer to the light he recognized it as the orb that had spoken to him when he had first arrived in this reality. It floated there once again, as if waiting for the angel to arrive.
As Castiel reached the orb it began to float upwards, moving higher and out of reach for him. Bright blue eyes followed its progress, watching it hover and become smaller. A feeling passed over him, and he knew that his memories had taken a turn for the worse.
Warmth began to surround him, the smell of sulfur and death accompanying the crackling of a fire. Chains appeared, wrapping around his arms and his torso, pinning him to a cold, hard table. Chains wrapped around his legs, securely tying him to the metal object, containing the same metal as the angel knife, dimming his power and closing off his access to his grace.
"Seems like a little birdie lost his way home." A nasally voice drawled close to his ear.
With a hitch in his breath, Castiel turned his head quickly to the side to see the face mere inches from his. "Alastair." Castiel breathed out the word, the name feeling like poison upon his lips.
"Now let's see if we can make the birdie scream."
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.
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