The Forgotten

Chapter 5

"Do you even know what you are?" The Doctor asked Castiel quietly.

"I am an angel of the lord." Castiel was confused. He had said this. Did he need to prove himself again? Why are people loosing so much faith. "I am a soldier of heaven." He stared quizzically at the Doctor.

"Curious." The Doctor stared at Castiel right back. Inches away. Trying to figure out exactly how this creature believed  it was something else entirely. Something made up. Then it dawned on him. That's probably, exactly, quite possibly, what happened. He needed to run a few scans with the TARDIS before he could be completely sure, so he just stayed quiet. Castiel's wings opened slightly in apprehension.

He noticed Castiel's wings didn't exactly have a color. They were every color and yet no color all the same, and they were almost crystal like in shine. He guessed if a human could see them they would say they were black, but the Doctor could see them for the beautiful nameless color they really were. With every movement came came the soft sounds of a breeze. They weren't physical like Meredith's, the Doctors hand could pass right through it, he couldn't touch them. Almost like they were simply an idea. They weren't as large as Meredith's either, they didn't drag behind him, but still substantial in size. Still intimidating if need be. They fidget around giving away Castiel's thoughts and emotions when his face remained stoic. He gave the 'angel' a reassuring smile when he was caught staring at its wings.

"So what do we do now. The TARDIS is out of commission and we need to travel north." Rory was confused as to what was going to happen next. They were standing in front of the courthouse and waiting for Meredith.  She was right people were missing and they needed to figure it out. "We need to know where they're going. From there we can move on. It's going to be a lot of people. Where can you hide a lot of people, and where can a lot of people disappear without calling attention?"

"Rory! Brilliant! In order to prevent more we need to find the ones already missing. Ok think. Think." The Doctor began to pace back and forth. "Somewhere busy and people are always moving. New faces everyday where they can take people and not raise too much suspicion. I assume they're not ready to pull off a full on invasion that's why they're taking their tim-OH Good! She's all done!" The Doctor pulled out a regular looking key but it was pulsing bright yellow. "Geronimo!" The Doctor turned to bolt towards the impala when Dean reminded him of something important.

"What about Wings. She'll be back any minute and her phones dead so we can't call her. We need to wait for her first." Dean thought the Doctor looked like a child at Christmas who was told not to open any presents. He sort of pouted and kicked up some dirt earning a giggle from Amy and a smile from the rest. The Doctor really really wanted to go. The TARDIS had rebuilt itself. He wanted to see what was new and what had changed and where the tennis court ended up.

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Not much..... Further.....come on Meredith.....
She struggled to breathe, and with each flap a piercing pain shot through her chest. The blade had cut deep and she was loosing a lot of blood. The duffle bag hung around her uninjured shoulder and her long silver and white sword was clenched tightly in one hand glistening in the sun. What on earth happened? She couldn't even remember what she was fighting. Or how many there were. She supposed it happened so fast. What she did remember was stopping at a shop for some water. But then what happened? A mild headache began to develop behind her eyes. She hated this. Why couldn't she remember things with out hurting? It was like everything was locked away and the key was pain.

She was gliding over Prescott once again and she cleared her thoughts, right now she needed her boys. She began to drop down toward the park beneath her.  This wasn't going to be one of her more graceful landings. Another wave of pain and everything went black.