A/N: This story will be told in drabble form. It is based on some comics I created not too long ago.
Castiel Interferes
"I raised you from perdition."
The words are hard to make out, as if she were underwater. She remembers peace and such a bright light—but it's gone. She feels bereft, standing in a graveyard, staring down at her recently unearthed casket.
The man in front of her—the one that brought her back—he's just standing there too. He wears a tan trench coat and despite having dug her up, he's immaculate. His face is blank and she feels just as empty, but even amidst her apathy, she can't help but ask—why her?
He tells her she's wanted, and it's the first time she has cried since he left.
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