The Forest

Running faster and faster over the forest ground. It was rather mountainous where we were. Trees were reaching for the endless night sky above me. I heard snapping of branches all around me. I heard the distant cries of wolves. I kept on running no matter what I heard or saw.

"Phoebe," Sam yelled out.

I screamed as I fell down a hill. Tumbling down into a deep ravine. I felt sticks and thorns scrape my skin. I felt the rocks bruise my skin from the impact. My world spinning as I kept on tumbling. As soon as I stop I felt dizzy and ill.

I looked around me to see the scape of this ravine. It was dark, and there was a nearby creek. I walked to it to see the cold water streaming south. There must be a mountain that has ice melting to the north.

A deep voice spoke suddenly, "Hello."

I screamed and jumped backward away from the creek. My bottom landed hard into the rocky ground. I looked up in fear to lay my eyes on a man in a brown coat. He had ruffled black hair and shiny blue eyes, but they glowed.

I stuttered, "Who are you?"

He rose a brow, "Can you not tell?"

I shook my head at the strange man, "I do not know you."

The man gave me a hard look up and down. He smiled at me faintly as if he knew me. Perhaps he did know me. Maybe this strange man was the key to a part of my past that I had yet to find.

He shook his head, "I promise you to do."

"Who are you," I asked.

"My name is Castiel," His low voice came out as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the left.

I saw a distant flash in the back of my mind. It was fast and bright. I saw his face for a split second with other people. They too had a glow to their eyes. I saw feathers and wings. I saw people who I had never seen before. I knew him. I knew him before this happened to me.

I laughed, "What kind of name is that?"

"It's a name." His deep voice replied vaguely, "Your name is Phoebe."

I questioned him at the mention of my name, "Who are you?"

I took a step towards the strange man. I felt oddly comfortable in his presence. There was a calming veil over us as we stood there on the creek side. Perhaps he was different. He was not a demon, but perhaps he was a different kind of monster. A beast of sorts, but I had no idea what he was.

"My name is Castiel," he replied once more.

I shook my head, "That I know, but how do you know me?"

"We were in the same garrison together."

Garrison? Another flash in the back of my head went off. I saw pictures of a battle between two peoples. Two peoples who were the same, but they shared a different viewpoint. A viewpoint that separated them greatly. One group served God, and the other served Lucifer.

"An angel garrison?"

"Yes, now Phoebe where is your grace?"

I questioned him, "My grace?"

Castiel nodded as he took a step towards me. I did not move away now. I knew what he was. I knew who he was, or at least I think I did. I trusted him to take care of me as well as not to hurt me. I trusted this angel.

"When you fell from Heaven something else fell with you." He motioned to his blue glowing eyes, "That is what makes you an angel. Do you know where that went?"

I remember seeing that star fall from heaven after I fell down. Wherever that star went was where my grace went. Grace was a glowing blue with white orbs within it. It glowed brightly like an LED light. It was beautiful and strange magic.

"No," I looked down.

Castiel let out a loud sigh before he cast his eyes upwards. He then looked at me with a faint smile. He was a handsome angel, and I wish I knew more about him. How he and my past was connected.

"I will locate it for you," Castiel stated, "Until then stay with Sam Winchester."

"You are an angel," I asked to make sure I was assuming correctly.

Castiel nodded, "I am, and so are you."

Sam came to my mind. About how he was dealing with demons to save his brother. What if he used a higher power to get a hold of Dean? Did Sam even know that angels existed?

"Do you know where Dean is?"

Castiel nodded, "In Hell, and Sam will not be retrieving Dean from Hell. No matter what he does."

"Phoebe! Where are you," Sam called out.

I looked at the treeline, and back at Castiel. He shook his head.

"Go to sleep. You'll wake up at the house. You are not to tell them about angels. You must lie and say you have no idea. Warn Sam of the dangers of the path in which he is going down. I will find you when I find your grace," Castiel ordered, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied.

Castiel placed two fingers to my forehead. I looked up at his fingers, and then into his eyes. I fell forward into his arms as darkness took my mind. I felt him lay me onto the cold stones by the river. I heard the flutter of his wings as he left me by the creek. I heard the distant cries of Sam grow louder and louder. I did not reply as sleep took over me. I could feel him carrying me, and I could hear the Impala.

I awoke to the morning light of the window as it cascaded upon my face. I looked around the room to see Sam sitting on the armchair. He was asleep there with his head leaned up against a maroon pillow. Sam's mouth was slightly parted as he snored loudly.

"Sam," I woke him off with a soft voice.

Sam opened his eyes slowly. He looked around the room, and then he looked at me with a smile. he slowly climbed out of the chair and walked over to me. He knelt onto the ground next to my bed.

"How are you feeling?"

I sighed, "Fine."

"You fell in the ravine and hit your head," Sam frowned at me, "Are you okay?"

"I feel fine," I shrugged at him.

"Okay," Sam got up from the floor and turned away from me, "I'll go get you breakfast."

I called out, "Sam?"

"Yes, Phoebe?"

"I am not hungry, but I want someone with me."

"Okay."

I stuttered, "C-C-Can you lay d-down with me?"

Sam softly smiled, "Sure."

He walked to the door to close it tightly. He then turned back to continue his smiling glance at me. He walked ot the foot of the bed, and towards the window. He now stood behind me on the otherside of the bed. Sam climbed onto the bed slowly, and the mattress sank. The springs squeaked, and the backboard hit the wall. He was not a very graceful giant at all. He was rather clumsy, but that did not change the fact that Sam was a wonderful person.

The bed in which we both now laid on was a twin. While the bed was big, it was not a big enough bed for me and him. Sam took up about eighty percent of the bed. I took up about ten percent, and the other ten percent was the space in between us.

Sam propped up the pillows underneath his head. He finally got situated behind me. Though, he would not touch me. It was as if I was a fragile piece of a glass menagerie that he was afraid of breaking.

I turned over so that I now faced him. I slowly began to place my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating like a steady drum. His breaths were timed almost perfectly to his heart.

Sam put his arm underneath my head and placed his hand on my shoulder.

I took my left hand to grab his right hand. Sam reluctantly let me hold it. I turned it over so I could see his palm. There on his hand were scars cut across the palm. Callouses from years of hard work, and driving. His hands were not small at all. There were cuts that were fresh, and they were slowly forming scabs. His nails were nicely trimmed, but underneath them was blood and dirt. I moved my hand so that the back of his hand rested in my palm. My thumb slowly moved over the first two ridges of his hand closest to his fingers.

I looked up to see Sam staring at me. He was watching me with careful and loving eyes. I returned my gaze back to his hand as he closed his hand into a fist. He encased my thumb with the warmth of his giant hand. I was sure if I put my hand in his he would be able to encase my whole hand.

I moved my thumb out of his hand and opened it again from it being a fist. I place my palm on his hand to see that my hand was barely the size of his palm. Sam inhaled a short breath, and he moved his fingers in between mine. He grasped onto my hand tightly.

"Phoebe, you are so tiny."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, it's kinda cute."

I blushed, "Thanks."

I curled into his warm body more as we rested in bed until noon.

Author's Note:

Dear Readers,

Thank you so much for reading! I do appreciate any and all feedback. Also, I referenced one of my all-time favorite plays, The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. I recommend that you go and read it. As always have a great day wherever you are in this great big world.

-LittleLover11