My eyes fly open. My heaving deepens as the blurry white ceiling above me glistens. I feel the soft comfort of the bed beneath me, and the blanket I've been tucked into. I struggle to get out until I finally realise I've been handcuffed to the wooden desk beside me. I look around, trying to channel any power to get out of the bondage, all in vain. What has happened to my Grace, I wonder, now getting off the bed. The room is clearer. I realise where I am. Heaven.

I'm in the detention center. The rogue angels are stripped off of their power, questioned about their actions and either punished or decimated. I push up against the bed and try to pull my hand with great might, but nothing seems to be working. I panic wondering what my fate was to be. I try to remember what the last thing I remember, and a painful spasm vibrates through the whole of my brain, "Ahhhh!", I yell. This seems to bring in the guards into my room. I clutch at the bed as another such painful wave radiates across my spine. The guards run into the room, and wrestle me back to the bed saying, " Sir! Castiel! It's okay!"

This surprises me. Expecting eminent death or possible decimation, the words of this Cherub are enough to knock me right back into unconsciousness, as I feel a syringe prick my lower back.

I wake up again only to receive a soft hand stroking my hair. The room around me is different from the one I initially woke up to. I recognise the soft touch and immediately grasp her hand, " Hannah. What is going on?" Hannah, in her former vessel- Caroline- smiles at me, " You're alright ,Castiel. You're alright."

I look her up and down and she understands my obvious doubt. "This? Oh. Caroline, she...well, she was outside of Wichita about a day ago. She was injured in a storm. Both, she and Joe are in a coma- as one calls it. Frankly, her vessel was much comfortable to me than the other ones."

"And she let you in?" I enquire.

"Yes. The part of her that lives in me ,begged to see Joe- even if it was the last time. I agreed."

I sigh, " Why this bondage Hannah? What happened? How did you get to me? I can't seem to remember a thing!"

"Castiel, maybe you should rest for a little but before-"

"Now! Hannah! What's going on?" My voice cracks and the desperation in my tone peaks.

Hannah says apologetically, " Castiel, what I'm telling you must not be known to anyone else. Am I clear?"

I nod as she proceeds, "Death- the horseman has been killed. Metatron is on the loose and our best guess is that he's the culprit. Castiel...when we found you- broken and battered- you were under a curse- which don't worry, it has been lifted. There was something else. The Cherubs were treating you and as they did, you..uh..let out what seemed to be a fountain of dark magic. We don't know what it was. Anyway, it ended up blasting the whole of the..Garden. Several angels have been injured, Castiel."

"How did you find me?" I ask her in a mangled voice.

"When the Horseman was killed, the immediate impact hit the Reaper- Soul connection route. Hundreds of thousands of souls were blasted and God knows were they've landed-Heaven and Hell are in a case of utter emergency. Anyway, when that happened a certain chain reaction occurred down on Earth. Earthquakes, Bombardments and heavy downpour have overtaken most of the West. We knew you were on Earth. And, call it intuition, I couldn't shake off the feeling that you were in trouble. I led a team to your angel radar, and found you outside a warehouse of sorts near Lebanon."

My eyes widen," Do you know where Sam and Dean are?"

Hannah looks away and says, "I'm very sorry Castiel. We...tried locating them, they are nowhere to be found."

"Well. Untie me, then. Restore my Grace...we need to get to the bottom of this! Hannah? Hannah!" I tell as she sighs some more.

"Castiel, all your Grace.. it was destroyed, when you were being healed of Dark Magic! I'm sorry..."

My world collapses. I'm powerless- again. I look down- the pain evident.

Hannah moves towards me, and wraps her arms around my waist, "We'll figure it out. I believe that. We'll find Sam, Dean and Metatron. In fact we have a few suspects right here, who might know his whereabouts. Whoever set him free shall be punished. I promise. "

I wrap my arms around her, guiltily, because the person who had set Metatron free was the same person she was currently comforting. Me.

A sharp jab in my head, throws me back to the last memory on Earth I have.

Rowena, the witch cast her spell and a minute or so later, her shackles broke free.

"Impetus Bestiarum", she said, as my insides began to burn...

She strode off with the Book of the Damned...

I charged towards the person present in the room...

A series of bombardments hit us- stinging and burning like poison...

The person with me closed their eyes as blood dripped on the ground ...

"Crowley!" I exclaim as I'm pulled back into the present.

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