Thank you williewildcat! ;) Maybe we should petition Kripke for the dictionary of Dean's language! I wonder if he'll go for it?

And thank you FlyingFerret! :) It's much appreciated andIt really means a lot to me, that you like all that I have written so far.

Here's the next update,

CHAPTER SEVEN.

I was surprised upon entering the bathroom to see Castiel already in there and waiting. Luckily for him there were no other women in the bathroom, or no doubt there would have been an uproar at the presence of a strange man in there. The absence of any women was probably a contrivance of the angel himself though, admittedly.

He looked very grim, almost nervous, and I wondered what it could be that had him looking like that. I couldn't pick up what he was thinking through the link we shared. For once Castiel was shielding from me, and I was more curious than upset.

I went to him, ran hands over his forearms, and said - "What's the matter, Cas? Something's wrong, isn't there?"

Castiel stilled one of my hands and held it gently, a surprisingly human gesture in the ethereal angel, and a flicker of a smile ghosted across his lips.

"I'm fine, Jen, it's you I am more concerned for at this moment, or rather how you will be in a few moments time!" he said, cryptic as ever.

I cocked my head at him and garnered an even bigger smile from him, because he recognised his own gesture in me.

"Cas?" I asked him, curiously.

He kissed my knuckles, before he said - "I know what you've been dreaming about lately. I just want to know your thoughts upon them? Why you think you have been dreaming them."

"I've been seeing things ... angelic things ... I presumed I was seeing through your eyes! Sam told me I was talking in Aramaic just now," I said to him, not wanting to hide a thing from him.

I never wanted to be anything but truthful with Castiel, something that I had some difficulty with confiding in others. I think this was because Castiel had never betrayed me.

Castiel shook his head slowly at me, before saying - "No, it's not my eyes you have been seeing through. It's your own, Jen!"

He fell silent, beautiful blue eyes turning away from mine for an instant, before he drew something from his pocket.

"Does this mean anything to you?" he asked, holding up a small vial of glowing liquid, that looked familiar, yet also didn't.

"I recognise this ... but I don't know why I should ... what is it, Cas? What's the meaning of all of this?" I asked, reaching out to touch the vial gingerly, expecting it to burn, but instead finding a coolness I found quite soothing.

Cas levelled a gaze upon me before he said - "It's an angel's grace. In fact, it's your grace!"

"A grace? Mine? Are you freaking telling me I'm an angel?" I asked, in wonder, as I stroked the vial gently.

"Is that idea so very bad?" Castiel asked, sounding almost offended, or as offended as the angel was ever likely to be.

I turned eyes onto his, before shaking my head vehemently.

"No, it certainly isn't! I actually find the idea appealing!" I said. "I'm an angel ... It certainly explains a lot - why I've been feeling so detached lately. My dreams ... "

"You're taking this better than I thought you would. I thought you'd be ... " and Castiel broke off his own sentence, as though he didn't know how to proceed.

"Horrified? Scared? Disgusted?" I asked, touching his face gently, and smiling slightly at him.

Castiel's lips turned down, before he nodded, once.

"All of those things maybe!" he said, quietly.

I reached for the grace again, and Castiel let me take it from his fingers, and I clutched the vial between gentle fingers, closing my hand around it, and squeezing slightly. I closed my eyes, and tried to remember something more about this - my grace, and things slowly came filtering back, as though the grace had been a catalyst, a door to my memories I thought had long been forgotten.

I remembered my time in Heaven, of deciding to fall, because I'd been made to fall by a cunning demon, of being reborn as a human child, of living my life destined to be alone, and a loner, never quite fitting in anywhere, and never knowing why. Until now.

Castiel rested his hands upon my hips gently, waiting for me to say something, anything, while I relived ancient memories long forgotten.

"What do I do, Cas? Where do I go from here?" I asked him, quietly, opening my eyes to look at him calmly.

"That is up to you Jenna!" he replied, quietly. "What do you want to do? Do you wish to remain human or do you want to regain all that has been lost to you?"

He watched me patiently, as I came to my decision, even though the decision itself was not a hard one to make. After all, what did have to live for as a human? Nothing really.

"I want to be ... myself ... an angel!" I said, quietly, looking down at my glowing grace with affection.

Castiel nodded, as though the answer pleased him, and I could suddenly feel through the link opening up between us again how pleased he truly was by my decision.

"What do I do, Cas? Do I drink this?" I asked him. "Will it hurt?"

"You do, and I don't know - I suppose it would depend on the angel in question, on whether it hurts or not," he said, solemnly, meeting my gaze head on. "I would not know myself - I have never lost my grace!"

I did not think he would lie - not to me when he said that.

I nodded out my acceptance of his words, before I said - "Tell me something, Cas. What's my name? My true name, I mean - my angel name? Assuming my name is not really Jenna? I am afraid I can't remember that!"

Castiel gave me a brief smile again, before he said - "You're name is Shekinah! You are the angel of liberation and freedom, and have the power to heal body, mind and spirit of those you are close to!"

"Shekinah ... " I said, slowly, and I knew the name to be right, the name to be mine.

It had a ring of familiarity to it, that branded it as mine.

"One more thing - did you know me ... in Heaven?" I asked, softly, looking into his eyes and wondering at that.

"No, I did not. We never met in Heaven!" he said, gravely.

I nodded at that, before I looked down at the vial still gripped between my fingers, so small and ineffectual in size, yet meant absolutely everything to me and my life.

"Well, here goes!" I said, before unscrewing the top and lifting it to my lips ...

to be continued ...