The Forgotten

Chapter 4

"I thought they kicked you out of heaven." Jimmy reached out and grabbed Castiel by the shoulders and hugged the angel close. "Please come in. Come in."

Castiel obliged. The house was neat and reminded him of what Dean called an "Apple Pie Life". The walls were a soft baby blue and pictures of Amelia and Claire hung around the house. He remembered what Dean had said about 'small talk' and spoke for the sake of avoiding 'awkward silence'. "How have you been Jimmy?"

"Fine. I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to blame you for everything that happened. It was just, a lot to take in, you know the whole 'your dead now' thing wasn't handled as delicately as it probably should've." Jimmy shoved his hands in his pockets remembering how he had hit Castiel on the head with an iron skillet in a fit of rage.

Obviously unscathed, Castiel had continued trying to explain how it was inhumane to keep Jimmy in the vessel any longer. As soon as Castiel left the body Jimmy would surely die. It was best to let Jimmy's soul live on in heaven and in peace. But Jimmy wasn't having it at the time.

"After some time to cool off I figured that, maybe you were right. Besides even if I could keep going on earth Amelia wouldn't want me back. She's probably moved on and Claire would kinda feel awkward around me. I wouldn't want to do that to the girls. Just throw myself back into their lives like that. Here I can relive my favorite moments with my family. Heck I could even create new ones. My heaven is with my girls. And you've given me a chance to spend the rest of eternity with them. Well a... a version of them." Jimmy patted Castiel on the shoulder and led him to the living room. It was odd seeing his body and yet not see it as himself. Castiel moved so much more rigidly than Novak did. But he got over it quickly. His time with Angel and the Winchesters had been enough that nothing could really weird him out anymore. He motioned Castiel to sit down and did so himself. "What's up? How'd you get back to heaven?"

"That is a story for another time. I'll tell you one day, but right now I want to see if you know anything about the Doctor." Castiel leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. It was all business today, perhaps another time he'll stop by and tell Jimmy all about what has happened since he left Novak's soul in heaven. Perhaps over a cup of coffee or some cheeseburgers.

"Well, I don't know. Depends on the kind of doctor you need." Jimmy avoided Castiel's eyes. He obviously knew something.

"No I mean the Doctor. He has a blue box that says Police Pho-"

"Yes, yes, I know him." Jimmy sighed and leaned back onto the sofa, gently rubbing is temples. It wasn't a subject he liked bringing up, he believed in aliens. For crying out loud the boogeyman basically existed why shouldn't aliens? When ever the subject came up he felt like an idiot talking about the giant green creatures that he saw. But it seemed Castiel really needed to know if this Doctor could be trusted. "It was a long time ago. Me and Amelia were on our honeymoon in London when we .... encountered, the Doctor and his friend. Some blond girl named Rose. It was almost going to be World War Three by looks of it. Course the media made it look like it was the end of the world, and then wrote it off as some elaborate hoax. But we knew better. We heard the Doctor talk about aliens, other planets and time travel. So there's that." He sat up a bit. It felt good to talk about what he and his wife had seen. Like it was bottled up for years. There were times when Amelia would bring it up and wondered what their life would be like if they had taken up the Doctor's offer to go see a different planet. Just the one trip as a thank you, the Doctor had clarified. But he felt Castiel didn't need to know that bit. "Then a few years later he was back. I saw it all on the news I wasn't in Britain at the time. It was like some giant invasion there were these giant human-looking robots and these over sized pepper shakers duking it out. And again the Doctor was there only he looked different. Maybe it was another guy and the title just passed on, I don't know, but the point is, he's saved us from impending doom much like your boys have. And much like them, he never looked for a 'thank you' or a 'good job' he just went on his way."