Insane Asylum (Destiel Fan Fiction)

(7) Waking Up

Castiel's P.O.V
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I walked down the road, shoes crunching the leaves which were rested underneath my feet. I walked, clueless about where I was going. I walked, changing directions from going straight, to turning to left and rights. I was walking through the autumn weather, street lights on as the darkness took over the sky. No people were outside, no vehicle began moving, no cricket began chirping repeatedly. It was just me, walking down the road.

I walked, feeling the thin, light breeze running through my hair and touching my skin. I inhaled silently and steadily walked down the path..The path where I had no clue where I was going.
I walked past houses, forests, fields, until I reached a barn. A dark, coated red barn. I scanned the barn carefully, witnessing black spray paint smudged on the wall. I looked harder, a sign was painted on, and I couldn't recognize it. I stare at the handles of the door, and then to the ceiling. I stared at it for a moment, until it exploded.

The roof exploded.
Not with fire, but with light.

The same light Pamela had run through her skill.

It shook furiously, falling piece by piece. The door opened along with it, revealing the inside of the barn. Lights exploded, and the light bulbs went out. Followed by sparks which landed in the ground.

I felt terrified, yet I still entered without any second thought. It was as if the person walking in wasn't me. It felt like I was there, but the mastermind to my movement and emotions was someone else.

I walked in, trench coat flowing behind me. I scanned the barn, seeing way more of the signs from the outside wall. Stars, circles, and different writings were covering the whole wall. I looked ahead of me and found two men.
They both carried weapons. They immediately started loading their weapons. I wanted to raise my hand in protest to stop them, but I just couldn't do so. It began to occur to me that the person in the dream is me, but the soul isn't. I wouldn't walk into a barn with explosions.

The people ahead of me pulled the trigger, and started firing. I didn't seem to hesitate, nor feel any pain. I just saw the bullets go into my skin and pull into my flesh, but there was no sensation of pain. I walked closer, and one of the men raised a knife.

Before a reaction could hit me, a knife went piercing into my chest. I looked up at the man, expecting to fall from the first bullet. I just looked at him, and pulled the knife out. But I could not see the faces when I looked at him. His body and clothing was in sight, but his face was blurred out. I tensed up as I felt presence behind me, so I turned around. The second man raised his hand, weapon in his hand. My reflexes were quick enough to stop the weapon from striking. I held onto his wrist, then placed two fingers onto his forehead, between his brows. I couldn't see his face either. I pushed my index finger and my middle finger more harder, and the man fell to the ground.

I turned back to the boy who stabbed me, who immediately ran to the fallen man. I look away, eyes wondering around the place.

"Your friend is alive." I said to him, keeping eye contact away. It was shocking how I didn't think about what I wanted to say, I just told him information that even I didn't know about.

"Who are you?!" The man called out, and I turned around to see him.
"I am Castiel." I answered.

"Yeah I figured that, but WHAT are you?" He said, voice rising.