The 3rd Winchester

6. Welcome home

I am breathless. Barrelling down at one hundred miles an hour. I hear Remiel's voice play over and over in my head. "I'll be watching over you", "my brother, Castiel", "have fun on earth!"

Then I land. I don't feel the impact at all. I just know I've landed.

My eyes flick open and look around. Grass. Dirt. Tree. Road. Car. I smell petrol and burning and food. I see the sky where I probably just came from. I hear a dog bark and kids laugh. Then I realise that my throat hurts slightly so I suck in a breath. An actual breath! I do it again. I start to smile. I stand up slowly and walk a few steps only to fall over and graze my knee, but guess what? I bleed! I actually bleed! I put my hand on my knee. Pain, real painful pain! I start laughing like a mad person. An alive mad person.

I stand up again and try to balance myself. I fall again. I can't move from my spot. I keep trying over and over. Until eventually I walk a couple of steps straight onto a ground that wasn't soft like the grass but instead it was hard and painful to step on. Bitumen, my mind tells me. This is the road. I smile to myself. I am standing on road! Real road! Suddenly I hear a screech and I turn around as quick as I can before being hit in the legs by something hard. Car. I fall to the ground. I hear a deep voice shout, a voice that I recognise from my dreams in heaven. A voice that my ears have never heard in real life before. But longed to so many times.

"Shit!" It curses, "Sammy, I'm gonna need some help out here!" It calls. My vision goes blurry but I catch a quick glimpse of the eyes that I have only ever dreamed about.

"Dean!" I mumble before blacking out completely.

*

"Who the hell is she?" I hear someone say loudly, "I mean- have we saved her before, have we threatened her before, have we hunted her before, is she a demon, is she an angel? Someone tell me something!"

"Maybe I would, if I knew myself, ya idjit!" Says another older sounding voice.

"We should try Cas," I hear a softer voice say, "maybe he'll know."

I try to sit up only to be overwhelmed by dizziness and fall back down on my uncomfortable mattress. I open my eyes. I'm in a room with only one door. There isn't much in this room but I know it doesn't exactly look like a room to be happy in. It looks more like a cell. I could practically smell the iron walls. I wanted to yell out or something but all that came out is a long groan. I hear loud footsteps, two pairs walking down what sounded like old stairs. They got softer slightly and I knew they had gotten off the stairs and onto the ground. I turn to where the noise is coming from. Only to find that my hands a strapped down as well as my legs. I wear the clothes I left heaven in- a white nightgown. I glance up at the door. There standing there were two men that I had dreamed of so many times in heaven. My brothers.

I stared at them in shock, my mouth open. I breathe slow and shakily. I am still staring at them and they are staring back confused. I feel tears.

"Sam.... Dean...." My voice is croaky. "I... can't....believe it...."

"Who the hell are you?" Dean says in his deep voice that fills my ears with excitement. I reach out slightly. This can't be real, I think, they can't be real. He looks at me expectantly. I realise that I would never be able to explain it to them without help.

"Castiel..." I murmur, "speak...to... Castiel..."

"First tell us who you are," the softer voice, my little brother Sammy. Whom I've never met but dreamed about him just as often as Dean.

"Water...please...?" I beg. Sam brings forth a small canteen and puts it in my mouth. The water feels so cool on my throat, so pleasant. I haven't drank water ever. I like it, it's tasteless yet good.