Yea I got this chapter up pretty quick but had it in my head. I promise there will be more Castiel chapters soon.
A big thank you to those who have read and reviewed, it is greatly appreciated.

I do not own Supernatural, but it would make an awesome christmas pressent ;)

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I have told you these things so that you won't abandon your faith.
John 16:1

Falling was the only sensation he could remember.
Had he even felt anything before this?

He tried to think back, tried to remember but each time he thought he had a grip it slipped between his fingers like sand. He had stopped falling now, floating still and steady in a sea of black ink.
Images would flash before him; a woman and child, bright lights and strangers with black eyes… all of them dissolved before being replaced.

Why didn't he remember them?
Why couldn't he recall who he was?

His name was so close, he could feel it and he tried to cling to that hope that this was all just a bad dream, he would wake up and… what? Was he even alive or was this what everyone feared? Suspended and tormented by old memories, at least he thought they were his.

Beautifully numb, he tried to move and found that he could freely. Sitting up, he ran his hands over his face and body, heart pounding when he saw the thick crimson blood covering his hands in the dull light. Panic engulfed him and he fumbled back, but what was there to get away from?
All alone, there was no one or nothing beside himself and the images that were parading before him.
It had to be a nightmare, all he could see was people dying, blood and wounds, hate and pain.
If this was his memories, he was glad he no longer kept them.

"Castiel…"

He flinched away from the voice, booming suddenly from the darkness. Ears strained to hear anything and eyes sharpened to peer through the dark.
Sorrow filled him all of a sudden, cold and vile as it swam through his veins to every inch of his being.

'No! Please don't hurt me…'
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a man staring at him; eyes sad and shoulders heavy under the leather jacket. He knew this man, he could feel it in his heart. Tears streamed down his face as pain shot through his centre, white hot and piercing compared to his icy sorrow.
'Run… please! I don't want to hurt you anymore…'
He broke down, his blood covered hands covering his face as he sobbed.

"Castiel!"

The voice was closer now, louder.
Letting his head hang and body relax, the pain and grief receding, he squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to understand what was happening to him.

"My child, my son…"

Warmth spread through him unexpectedly, gentle and soothing as he lifted his head. Eyes focused on nothing in particular but he knew there was something there with him, someone.

"Earn your forgiveness, trust your faith Castiel and you shall return to me no longer as a lost lamb but as a son and brother."

A hand pressed firmly to his forehead and he could feel his body tremor as light surrounded him, filled him, became him.
The last thing he saw as he fell was a single feather drifting beside him.

It felt as though he had never used his lungs before.
With a deep breath to remind himself, he stared up at the blank ceiling. Orange lights were flickering across it, dancing across the surface as it battled with the shadows.
Blinking away the grit, he took in another deep breath, feeling his head become light and throat dry.
Not knowing what to think, he remained still.

A quiet noise urged him to turn his head to the side.
The pillow was soft under him but he refused the temptation of closing his eyes and sleeping, he wanted to know.

The first thing he saw was a crackling fire, the dark orange and bright yellow flames creating an almost eerie glow and sharpening the features on the girls face.
He blinked again to clear his blurry eyesight, concentrating on the woman by the fire.

She held a book loosely in her hands, legs slung over the arm of the chair as she focussed intently on the words. Blonde, almost golden hair cascaded down around her, framing her fine face and embracing her delicate pale skin.
Only one thought lay in his mind.
Angel.

He had hoped he could watch her, study her for just a bit longer but eyes met his and he couldn't look away.
A smile graced her face and he was sure he could feel his lips want to form a returning smile but he forced his face to remain still. He didn't know this person, for all he knew he had been kidnapped and she would kill him. But as she folded her book close and steadily rose to her feet, he had no bad feeling about this what so ever. The fact that he could not remember anything terrified him, but then again, how did he know that there were things to remember?

'Hey, how are you feeling?'
Her voice was gentle as she moved slowly, trying not to startle him. She knelt beside the bed, which creaked as he moved so he could face her properly. In her hands she held a glass of water and only then did he realise just how parched his mouth was. Bright pale eyes met with his and she just smiled.
'Here, sit up and have a drink.'

Following her guidance, he leant back against the wall as everything swam around him. The air was cool, but each breath he took he could taste the coal of the fire burning not that far from him. With steady hands, he reached for the cup and gulped down the water. It sat heavily in his stomach and he groaned.

'Steady on there, I'm guessing you haven't eaten for a few days.' Taking back the glass, she stood and moved into the old kitchen. He risked taking his eyes off her and glanced around the place. It was extremely old; no one could possibly be living here permanently. It was empty, the bed he sat on resting in the main large room, the kitchen directly in front of him.
The woman had turned now, leaning back against the peeling white bench as she scanned him. He shifted, slightly uncomfortable being scrutinized but he bore with it. Glancing down at himself, he pulled at the collar of his white shirt, untucked from his dark trouser pants. He checked his hands; no blood, no tears.

'How do you feel?'
He snapped his unfocussed eyes back to the woman, now studying her.
She was not old, her youth still evident in her pale skin and plump lips, could not be any older than twenty five. Faded jeans and a baggy red plaid shirt hung from her thin frame and he had to stop himself from being too rude as he looked at her.

She moved again, walking calmly over to the chair she had been in, turning it to face him.
'Ok, let's start this the old fashion way.' She sat in the chair, leaning forward with her hands hanging between her knees.
'Good evening, my name is Micah. You are…?'

Who was he?
Taking his eyes off Micah and shutting them from the fractured light and stunning woman, he tried to think of who he was. Again it was so close, a hairs breadth away from his fingertips but still too far for him to grasp.

Trust your faith Castiel

Opening his eyes again, he focused them on Micah and swallowed tightly, trying to find his voice.
'Castiel. I think I am Castiel.'
A smile broke out on Micah's face, strong enough to force a weak one on his own.
'Well Castiel,' she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear as she kept her eyes on him, 'welcome back to the living.'

Hope to update again asap. If not tomorrow, give me a week. A damn thing called life seems to get in my way all the time haha
Thanks for reading!

Silver-Kirin
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