Pain

Agony

Fear

What's going on?

Ahead of me stood a large man with benevolent eyes and wings on his back. His face was black as a shadow, his bright brown eyes piercing at me, he spoke in a language that I somehow understood, but no idea how. He raised a hand, and slapped it across my face. At least I think he did, I don't feel anything on my cheek. My body curled into a fetal position, my eyes still watching him. Behind him were three slightly smaller figures; their wings as dark as his, their eyes expressing the same hate towards me.

Why is he speaking in Enochian? Why is he hitting me? Why are they saying these things ? God doesn't hate me, he doesn't hate anyone, I know he doesn't. That's not the God I believe in. The First Winged Man hit me again, as if he heard what I said. Then he kicked, I cried out but no sound came, the pain hurts so much but I'm not doing anything about it.

I'm scared, more scared than I was when Bobby, Dean and Sam found me. I'm so scared that I'm paralyzed, I felt like I was going to throw up. I'm trapped, I can't get out, I can't breath.

Please, I prayed, someone save me.

You are dreaming, Castiel.

Wha-

Looking above the Winged Men, they evaporated into nothing as a bright light appeared, and huge white wings sprawled out from her back. The light was so bright and welcoming that it erased my fear. Well, not completely, but at least I'm not petrified. I shielded my eyes, the bright light growing brighter with each second.

"Who are you?" I asked, scrambling my mind to put a face to the voice. I felt I knew her, and I wanted why she saved me. At the same time, I didn't want to see her, I didn't want an answer. I didn't fear her, but I didn't feel safe with her either, I just knew I had no reason to fear her.

"Hey wake up." Dean's voice bringing me back to reality, his strong hand was gently shaking my shoulder. I knew I was awake, but I didn't open my eyes. I just wanted to go back to sleep, hide under the dark blanket, hope that my memory would come back to me.

"Cas, get up." Dean persisted, shaking me a bit harder.

Go away Dean, I thought to myself, pretending to be sleeping like a rock.

"Hey, move it!" Dean shouted, then I felt a hard slap against my face.

"Ow! Damn it, Dean! "I shouted, sitting up and held my cheek in pain. Looking at Dean, I didn't see anger, I saw sadness. Almost like he was missing someone, someone who was close to him and he cared for very much. I wonder if the person was the Angel. Why isn't he looking for him? He never really said what happened to him, he just dropped the story.

"What time is it?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Almost 11, we're gettin' breakfast then hittin' the road." Dean answered blankly, tying the laces on his boots. I couldn't help but feel something from Dean, he was emanating a dark aura from himself and it was hitting me. "Also, take a shower. You smell like the woods."

"Well, you don't exactly smell like a basket of roses." I moaned, laying down on my stomach, placing my face into the pillow. Now that I think about it, I think Dean would rather smell like a new car than a basket of roses.

"Hey, no falling back asleep." I heard Dean say, then a sharp pain shot up from my foot.

"Ow fuck!" I shouted, pulling my foot away from Dean. "What did you do that for?"

"Whoa, I'm still not used to that." Dean chuckled solemnly , slipping on his leather jacket.

"Used to what?" I asked, swinging my legs off the bed. I can't understand Dean's fashion sense, it wasn't like Sam's smart guy look or Bobby's red neck, country boy look. Dean wore boots, jeans and a black leather jacket. And he drives an Impala, not a motorcycle; he listens to classic rock instead of modern rock. Lord knows what he does for a living, let alone if he has a family of his own. The watch I get, for hell's sake it's a watch. But what is that thing around his neck? And he gives me shit for looking like a nerd.

"You cussing." Dean answered, finally, as he headed to the door. "It's just too weird, you know, for you."

"Wait, he's what?" Bobby asked, taking a long swig of his coffee. "And another thing, Sam, I am never sleeping with you in the same room again."

"I said Cas is singing in the shower. At least he was when I left." Dean answered, feeling a heavy awkwardness from Bobby's stare. When Dean was about to leave for breakfast, he heard Castiel singing a song from Guns N' Roses. Dean couldn't be sure if Castiel had ever heard any of those songs before, if he did, Castiel certainly didn't sing.

"What the hell did I do?" Sam asked, defensively.

"You were up on your damn laptop all night." Bobby yawned, then continued. "Couldn't ja have waited 'til the mornin' to do whatever the hell it was you were doing?"

"No 'cause I couldn't sleep." Sam said, his voice was deep and dark, taking a long drink from his coffee cup. "The things Belle said; about Angelic Mothers, turning an Angel into a human, it just seems impossible to do. I'm not summoning any Angel to help us out. So I spent half the night researching."

"You find anything?" Dean asked quietly, leaning forward to ensure no bystander was eavesdropping.

"No." Sam shooked his head, stunned. Coming up empty handed was not something he was used to. Dean and Bobby, even Castiel, relied on Sam to find the missing pieces to their cases. Sam always came through to at least get them headed in the right direction.

"There's got to be sumthin'." Bobby stated, ripping apart his donut and threw a big piece into his mouth. "Maybe I'll find it in my books when we get to the house."

"What if there's nothing there either?"

"Sam, there's always something." Dean insisted, taking a large bite of his donut. "I mean, there can't just be nothing. We always find something and then we get things back to normal, case solved."

"That's the thing Dean, I don't think we can solve this one." Sam argued, unsurprised that Dean and Bobby turned their heads simultaneously at Sam.

"What?" They said.

"Think about it; what if Cas is stuck as a human?" Sam began, looking to make sure no one was listening in. "What if there is no way of turning him back? What if Belle used some legendary spell or something and it wasn't put in the archives. A lot of history has been lost in fires; some things are not even recorded. And if that's true, we're screwed."

"We'll get this sorted out." Dean insisted again, smiling halfheartedly. "One way or another, we will."

"Since when does he sing?" Sam asked, changing the subject. He knew Dean wasn't going to listen to reasoning, to Dean, there's always a way out.

"How should I know?" Dean shrugged. "It's not like I know the guy inside and out."

"Well I can tell you this; he's somewhat poetic."

"What makes you say that?" Sam asked, tilting his head to the side.

"He was outside the bar saying some poetry like he was reading it off a book."

"Maybe that's his power." Sam said matter of factly. "Remember what Belle told us?"

"The hell would singing do?" Bobby asked, taking another drink of coffee. "Make demon's dance to death?"

"I don't know, their voices bring down a house, who knows what they do when they sing."