A/N: I am slowly yet surely figuring out how to write fanfics on here lol Anywho, writing for Castiel, and another character in this chapter is super hard, so I apologize if I ham up their personalities. Also, thank you for reading, and please R&R! : )

"Time to wake up now, Princess." an unfamiliar voice echoed through my head.

I groggily opened my eyes, and tried to take in my surroundings. Not only was I not able to talk and breathe to the fullest, but I was now stuck with a pounding headache. I tried to rub my temples before realizing my hands were shackled. I quickly looked up to see a man dressed in a black suit smirking at me.

"Well it's about time." the man said in some sort of accent.

I noticed the room was small, and covered in mirrors. There was no door, so I didn't see how I even got in here. I glanced over to see Cas seated in a chair, tied up. But I noticed something strange as well. The chair where he was seated was surrounded by a ring of holy fire.

"What the heck's going on?" I asked horsely.

"I'm hear to help you remember who you are." The man told me.

"Crowley leave her alone." Cas said to him angrily.

"What do you want with me?" I asked again, only this time I tried to sound more sure of myself.

Bobby had mentioned a demon named Crowley, or as he liked to be called, 'The King of Hell'.

"I told you, princess. I'm hear to help you remember who you are."

"Number one, don't call me princess. Number two, I already know who I am, genius."

I knew I shouldn't talk to a demon like that, considering he could kill me with a snap of his fingers.

"Then humor me." He simply said. "Tell me who you are."

I didn't want to play his reindeer games, but what other choice did I have? And what was he planning on doing with Cas? Was he acting as a motivation for me to play Crowley's games, or worse, was he insurance? I huffed and stood up, since only my hands were shackled.

"I'm Jennifer Collins. I'm sixteen years old, and I'm-"

"You're what?" Crowley smirked.

"And I'm a Wiccan." I spat, even though he probably already knew that.

Instead, he just sighed and shook his head.

"I didn't mean your vessel, I meant your angelic form."

"Crowley she doesn't know." Cas said trying to talk sense into this demon, but it wasn't working.

"Vessel? Those are only for angels, not Wiccans." I said, now shaking my head.

"You really are clueless, aren't you?" he said finally realizing it. "Then how do you explain the scar that's shaped like a banishment sigil right below your left wrist?"

I looked.

"There's nothing." I said, even showing him my wrist.

"You must have gone through a great ordeal to make sure you never remembered who you were." He said, almost impressed by something I didn't do.

"Look, if the person you're looking for has a scar on their left wrist, then you have the wrong person. Now let Cas and I go."

"Afraid I can't do that, sweet heart."

I think I preferred 'princess better'.

"After she banished herself, she was reborn into a family of Wiccans. She possess no magic like they do, but she made sure she would forget everything about who she was, and what she had done." Cas said to Crowley.

"Then I guess we're gonna have to force her to remember."

I didn't know what to say or do, but I tried to make myself look less scared than I actually was.

"Sam and Dean are gonna be here any minute, and they will kill you." was the best thing I could come up with.

He snorted, "What? Moose and Not Moose? Right, love to see them try, but for now..."

With a snap of his fingers, the fire died down, and Cas was left tied up in that old rusty metal chair. Crowley had a smirk plastered on his face, when out of nowhere, an angel blade slid out from his sleeve.

"Do you know what this does?" He asked, fully knowing I could answer him correctly.

"It...it kills Angels and Demons." I said, suddenly realizing why he had kidnapped Cas as well.

"I wonder how the Winchesters would feel if poor Castiel was killed because of you." He said, circling around the angel.

Castiel.

I knew that name somehow, but where?

"Are you starting to remember, my dear?" Crowley said smugly.

I couldn't think, my headache felt like it was a hundred times worse.

"Leave him alone."

Whether I liked him or not, Castiel was a friend of the Winchesters, and I wouldn't let him die.

"Then you better start thinking." Crowley sneered, while bringing the blade closer to Cas.

I saw fear in his eyes, and then I remembered. I did know Castiel, and I had saw that same expression before.

"Leave him alone I said!" And this time I yelled.

"Oops, too late." He said before raising the blade towards Castiel's heart.

In that moment, time slowed down. I saw the blade begin to hit its target, but something came over me. An anger and rage I had never felt before.

"Stop!" I screamed, before the sound of breaking Mirrors pierced the air.

One by one they broke, and Crowley went flying backwards. I don't know if I did it or not, but that wasn't my main concern. Memories flooded back to me, why I left, and who I was. The scar Crowley had mentioned suddenly formed on my left wrist, and it was a banishment sigil. I watched my brother Castiel look at me in both shock and wonder, and I saw Crowley grinning evilly at me. I glanced over at one of the broken mirrors and noticed that behind me was the silhouette of two white majestic angel wings that belonged to myself. I had an unnatural glow to me now, as I pulled my own angel blade out of thin air.

"You wanna know who I am? I am Crelius. I am old as time itself, and I am a fallen angel of the Lord."

So I know you all are thinking that I just gave away the whole story plot, and that's the end of it. But just like in the actual SPN, I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. ; )