The 3rd Winchester

5. Angels are watching over you

"You really want to be with them don't you?" Asked the angel, Remiel. He had awaken me from my reverie. 

"With all my heart and soul," I told him. 

"You are so peculiar," Remiel said curiously, "many humans enjoy the riches and dreams that heaven has to offer. Not you."

"What can I say? It's just not working for me. I want to be with them, Remiel."

"Your brothers?" He scoffed, "they seem to have many problems, and they seem to start many problems as well." 

"I want to see them with my own eyes, I want to live again!" I sighed. It would never happen.

"You know that that is impossible. They do seem to come up here a lot anyway, yet you never try to make contact with them." 

"I know, I picture myself meeting them, as you have seen, but I have no idea what I would say to them if I actually met them." 

"I am sorry, Clare Winchester, I truly am." Then he vanished. The forest setting we were just in turned into the hospital room I had died in. Remiel was interesting company. He was a handsome angel with dark hair that spiked up in different angles, he had large hazel eyes and a wide nose, underneath he had pale lips and an angular chin. Remiel was an angel that looked over me. He said I had an overreactive information. Maybe I did, most my dreams involved me meeting my brothers for the first time. Not all of them though. Last week I imagined going to college and meeting a man named Brandon. Heaven is very boring. I don't talk to anyone. I'm very anti-social. Remiel sets me up with a person whom I might find friendship with. It never works out.

I sink into the stiff sheets. I like sleep. I miss it. You can't sleep in heaven because you don't need any energy. I wish I could, it would be amazing.

*

I sat staring at the ceiling for a good five hours at least in living time. Remiel popped into to see what I was doing. 

"Not dreaming today, I see?" He asks.

"How can you even be sure that it's day?" I answer him with a question, "wait, don't answer that, angel mojo, right?"

"Very funny, Clare." No trace of amusement in his voice. "What are we going to do with you?"

"You know what you could do?" I say still not moving from my position. 

"What's that?"

"Let me see my brothers?"

"Oh Clare, you know I can't do that."

"Yes," I sigh, "I know, you remind me about it a lot."

"Do you wish for other means of company? I know your mother is up here someone."

I sit up in the chair. "Did you find her?" 

"Yes, I do have 'angel mojo' remember. Do you want to meet her?"

I think about this. My mother, my actual mother. "Is it allowed?" 

He nodded. 

I got excited. But then realised, she would have no idea who I am. Sure she might remember me, but she doesn't know me at all. All I was to her was a baby that was never born. 

I shook my head slowly. "I don't think that's a good idea." 

I then turned away from him and lay down again. "I'm fine, Remiel, just fine."

I heard a sigh. When I turn around again Remiel is gone and I am alone as usual.

*

I finish the fifth book that I have read today. I cross it off my mental list of books that I have read and it marks 78, 632. I have a dream that I am driving in  my dads impala down a never ending road. Dean is sitting next to me and Sam is on the other side. They are both only children. They fight over me about little things as my mother and father smile at each other in the front seat. I look at ten-year-old Dean and grin at him. He grins back and we both look into the front seat. Only this time instead of my mother it is Remiel and the car is not a car anymore it is my hospital room. 

"Dammit, Remiel!" I sigh, "I was starting to like that dream!" 

He put a large hand over my mouth. "Listen closely, Clare Winchester, I have a proposition for you."

"Alright," I mumble into his hand.

"There is something happening on earth involving your brothers and some of mine. Because you are a Winchester you are needed. We don't know for the better or worse yet."

There was a loud alarm sound that had happened only once before. Remiel look up troubled.

"I am going to do something for you. But listen to me carefully and remember what I am about to say, got it?"

I nod. 

"Do not under any circumstances say yes to anyone, no matter how they treat you or taunt you, do not say yes! As I said we do not know if its for better or worse. Also please don't mention me to them, if you need to explain it, explain it only to my brother Castiel. You hear me?"

I nod again slightly confused. He removes his hand from my mouth. 

"I'm sorry but what's going on?" I ask.

"You might feel a slight nausea on arrival. Make sure you ask for my brother, Castiel."

"Remiel," I say in a warning tone, "what is going on?"

He looks over his shoulder one more time before answering. "I'll be watching over you Clare Winchester, I'm giving you a year."

"A year at what!" I demand.

"Have fun on earth!" With that I drop.