Castiel tapped his fingers nervously as he waited for his appointment Missouri Mosely, the last place he expected to be was in the house of a 'Psychic' personally he had no faith in palm readers or those who claimed to be in contact with the Spirits of lost love ones. "Castiel?" he jumped as a high feminine voice brought him out his thoughts. "Would you like to come through?" he stared at her for a moment trying to get a reading from her body language but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Yes, thank you."

Once he settled himself, Missouri went about making tea as he looked around the small room. How unusual it all was he had been expecting- "You were expecting crystal balls and incense?" she pushed a steaming cup of tea towards him, her eyes watching his every facial and body movement or twitch. "The thought did cross my mind." She snuggled against the pillows on the sofa. "Don't be nervous anything we say won't leave this room, now how can I help you?"

He bit his lip unsure of where to start. "Take your time, a friend of the Winchesters is a friend of mine." Whether that was supposed to be reassuring he did not know. "I was hoping you maybe able to help me understand my dreams." She leaned forward as if dream discussing was a favourite subject. "Your dreams, tell me about them."

"They are… memories of my past some that I want to forget but never can." Missouri nodded as he carried on. "But-but last night I had a more… I had a dream I was standing in endless darkness and I heard voices, so many voices shouting different things at me." He twisted his hands together. "Is there anything significant about the voices?"

"Past echoes."

"Am I correct in saying you were the boy who was attacked in December?" his fingers bit into his knee. "I am."

"And would I also be correct in saying… that some of the voices you heard could have been echoes of those who attacked you?" as each statement hit home Castiel became increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation, he felt the urge to stand up and leave. He was not ready to speak about this especially not with someone he barely knew. "Castiel if you run now, you will always wonder." She nudged the cup of tea closer urging him to drink; he picked up the cup his hands shaking violently. "I may not be a doctor but I can tell that maybe your dreams are telling you it's time to discover what happened to you. Even though consciously you're to scared to go forward with that journey, and the only way you can come to terms with what happened is to allow yourself to remember." He put the cup down spilling some of the contents on the table and he rubbed his forehead. "It's a scary thing, but to move on with your life you need to breakdown that barrier and face all those emotions and feelings head on. Which is what your dream is telling you. It's time to remember."

"But how do I do that?" Missouri smiled gently at him. "That Castiel is for you to discover."

Raphael stepped out his car as his eyes moved around the town centre of Lawrence, Kansas. He could sense his siblings' presence, Castiel was here hiding… or was he?

He saw a scrawny dark haired figure walk across the road, head down and hands deep in his pockets. "Castiel." He murmured to himself watching his Little Brother disappear down a street.

Life ran normally in the town even as Raphael made his way towards a bakery, he walked in and was greeted by a young girl. "Can I help?"

"I am searching for Castiel and Gabriel Novak, do you know where I can find them?" her eyes were uncertain. "I do, but might I ask what it's about?" his eyes narrowed coldly at her. "It is no importance to you, do you have the address of their residence?" the girl visibly trembled as Raphael presence took hold. "66 Swan Song Lane."

Gabriel entire body shuddered as he put down his paperwork his eyes tried to concentrate on the words and figures but none of it made any sense.

He leaned back running his fingers through his hair, the only time he ever got a reaction to what he was feeling was when something bad was about to happen. And deep down he knew… Joshua had contacted him earlier that Raphael was on his way to Lawrence, all he could do now was wait. There was no way he was going to run he had done way too much of that already.

He sat listening and waiting but he still jumped when the chime of his doorbell rang through the house.

His nerves wrapped in steel Gabriel opened the door. "Raphael, what do I owe the pleasure?"

Gabriel stood his ground trying his best to keep his shields up. "Gabriel. Where is Castiel?"

His arms crossed Gabriel stood his ground. "Oh I don't know he's around somewhere. Now what do you want?" Raphael and Gabriel only had a year apart in age but both had menace as their personalities clashed. "Father has ordered me to return Castiel to him." All Gabriel could do was snort in disgust at his Younger Brother. "Oh yeah? And what will you do Raphael? Expect praise while good old Dad and Michael beat the six shades of shit out of him? Well I don't think so. There's no way that you, Michael or Dad are going to touch or go near Castiel again."

"Be careful Gabriel, you never were good at keeping promises." A smirk found its place on Raphael lips. "Well this time I will, so you can leave now." He was about the slam the door in Raphael's face only for it to be stopped. "Before I leave I would like to see the Abomination."

"Raphael, are you trying to piss me off?" something in Raphael's eyes flickered but was gone in a blink. "Not at all, I speak only the truth whenever it regards him."

"I should slam the door in your face Raphael but if you touch him I will kick your ass to the curb. Am I clear?"

Castiel crossed the road as he walked up the street towards his house, since leaving Missouri's house he felt more confused and a little scared to what he might discover if he wished to in essence what breaking down his mental wall he had placed to protect him. The Doctors had called it amnesia from the trauma but unbeknownst to them Castiel had chose to block the memories. As he healed from the attack he became more aware of what was coming through the cracks in his subconscious.

His foot left the pavement as he stopped in mid-step his entire body froze up in fear as he saw the car parked in the driveway. "No…" the panic which took him made every part of him want to run. He knew that car, mainly because he had been in it so many times. He turned and ran to the only place he knew was safe for him, he never once stopped, he heard the loud beeps of horns when he sprinted across the road cars only inches away from hitting him. When he saw the Garage door and strains of music, relief flooded him, Castiel leaned against the Garage his ribs searing painfully at each breath. "Cas? What's wrong?" Dean appeared dirty and sweaty from working on the Impala. Castiel took in another breath that came out as a sob. "T-they have found me." Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel. "You need to calm down, who's found you?" Castiel sobbed into Dean's already dirty shirt. "My Family."

A/N: I wrote this entire chapter listening to:
Song: O'Death
Artist: Jen Titus
Similar to Death's entrance I could see Raphael appearing in that way, plus that's where I got the title for this chapter from the lyrics.

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