A/N We are back to Keaira's POV now that she is back and all.

The last thing I was expecting to see was the innocent. One moment I was trapped in the eternal darkness of the in-between, the next I was being dragged, not physically, back to the cave where I met my end, through my own fault, really. Dying at eighteen does tend to make one grumpy. Was I really that young? I felt so old and burdened. I inwardly sighed as I thought it was time to wake up.

My eyes flickered from the innocent to Sam and Dean and Castiel. It did not feel like a dream yet I was having trouble believing I was back. Death was supposed to be permanent. The order of things has long since changed since the darkness began consuming us all. At least in death, I was safe if not free.

Well, now is a good time as any to get up and get going. I was brought back for a reason. I pushed my palms against the cold rough slab and shifted my weight onto it. I, then, attempted to pull myself up. My arms swayed underneath this new pressure after being inactive for so long. Pain shot up my arm causing my elbows to tingle and spread up. I kept forcing myself up and was completing absorbed with conquering my weakened limbs. My wrists could no longer support my weight and slipped beneath me causing my head to slip back, too quickly.

Before I could even think to prepare myself for the impact, strong hands slipped behind my back and supported me as they raised me up. I looked at the innocent whose name was still a mystery to me. His black feathery hair was flicked in numerous directions, covering his eyes partially. His golden amber eyes were mesmerising; flickering firelight crackling hints of blue and green.

Somebody far off coughed. I blinked my eyes and broke out of the trance. My eyes turned to see that it was Dean. I should have known, I thought smiling to myself.

"Erm Sorry", I whispered. Talking hurt my throat; felt like sandpaper was being scraped across the inside and it tingled too much. I focused on my legs and willed them to move. They twitched. Great, just great, I thought as I sighed to myself.

The innocent quickly moved around whilst holding me up and moved my legs over across the slab so they were now dangling over the side. It was like he read my mind. That was weird.

"What's your name again?" I asked awkwardly, wincing at the pain.

"Malik", he replied eyes twinkling, with a hint of a smirk threatening to expose itself.

"Why..."

"Are we here? Waking you up? More specifically me?" he finished for me. I nodded; trying not to get freaked out.

"The situation has gotten worse since your untimely demise." Castiel inputted.

"Basically, we need your help", Sam added.

"You were not meant to die, not yet", replied the innocent, no Malik. That was going to take some getting used to. I noticed how he did not explain his part in all of this and I was suspicious of his role in all of this. What were his motives?

"You can trust Malik, Keaira. Deep down, you know you can and already do." Castiel stated.

He was right. I hate it when he is right. I really did miss his straight-to-the-point ways. What was next for us?