Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 4 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 7

Angels, demons, the Apocalypse?

If Poe would be alive I'd be his lifetime supply of inspiration.

Sam and Dean left shortly after our encounter with Castiel and I began relaxing, alone, to prepare myself. I had this foolish idea that if I clear my head and achieve a loosened state of mind it'll be easier to exile my personal demon. I tried activities that I used to enjoy when I was younger, such as sewing, but I soon realised that I lack the amount of patience required for task like that. Reading was out of the question too, of course. And lastly my guitar made Bobby feel tense, not because I couldn't carry a tune but the constant noise wasn't helping.

The more I tried to loosen up the more pressure I felt so as a last resort I prayed to Castiel. With that I let him know that I'm going to try to fall asleep and he should get ready too.

Naturally I wasn't sleepy at the time when I should have hit the sack hence I took a pill what was designed for exactly situation like what I was in the middle of. It worked, no trickery here, within 20 minutes I was sleeping like a baby.

Later Bobby kindly informed me that my mouth was left open. During this whole time saliva kept drooling down my face. Classy, as always.

By the way, the old man kept an eye on me just to be sure. Normally this would creep me out but not in this instance and let's face it: I've experienced a great deal of worse things.

(🎶Accept - Balls to the Wall)

As estimated Sandman showed himself again. This time however he was far more careful than before. Maybe he knew something was up, maybe he was aware he went too far the day before. Don't know, don't care.

Before he had the chance indulge in one his usual perversions Castiel appeared to save the day. He attempted to intimidate the intruder with no use. Funny thing is it looked like as if the bloke was expecting an intervention or a showdown, which made me believe that he prepared a few tricks hidden up his sleeve.

Intimidating the patient left no particular result, therefore Cas was forced to try a different angle, a more aggressive approach. He did all sorts of flashy angel magic with his hands. He grabbed the man by his head and pushed the lower half of his palm to the guy's forehead. Nothing happened. I saw qualm in Cas' expression. Not a good start. Perhaps I should wake myself up.

Castiel stepped back, stretched out his arm and just like teenagers in summer camp he told me "not to look". As I did as he ordered I caught a glimpse of a blinding white light then the ground shook. I felt this intense vigour coming from his palm blasting straight at the dodgy dream figure. Something this forceful must have killed or at least crippled the lad – so I thought. Yet when I opened my eyes for the first time after the angel-ray attack he was right where I last saw him. This was not supposed to happen like that. I know that we're in my dream but Castiel was an angel whose powers should work even in an extreme circumstance like this, right?

Mystery Man was standing still, giggling. He was so full of himself; downright implausible. Meanwhile Castiel and I were looking at each other and shrugging with lots of questions in mind. Something was seriously wrong.

Mystery Man walked right next to Castiel, he leaned closer to his ear and whispered to him:

"You should go now. Don't you think?"

And with one arm swing he just tossed Castiel out of the picture. He disappeared. I panicked at first, fearing the worst. The experience reminded me to what it might be like living inside a Judas Priest song. Then I remembered that it's all just a dream. I kept saying it again, and again, and again, then I woke up with a loud gasp.

When I opened my eyes Bobby and Cas were standing next to me trying to shake life into me. I was still slow from the pills and drugs had a very strong effect on me. I was too weak, couldn't fight the drowsiness.

As I gathered my strength to get out of bed I fell and before I realised I was again asleep. I remember seeing the worried expressions of the angel and the old man who looked just as helpless as I was.

I was back in the place where I couldn't control anything but was controlled by one man. Same deal, as always. However, he wasn't happy with me anymore. He told me that I was a very bad girl and I should be more grateful. He has done far worst to other women previously but I kinda tickled his fancy a tad more than them. Now that I've wrecked this emotional attachment to pieces he won't be this kind for a second time.

I was in hell of a lot of trouble and just like in previous situations the voices kicked in. This time however they weren't alerting me but notifying each other saying that I was in need of help right now and every minute counts.

In the swarm of rumblings, I recognised Castiel's voice. He was the one commanding everybody to listen up and gave them the instructions of an organized ambush. The whole thing was a mess. Some of them were scared to take action, some didn't recognise Cas as their leader and some just wouldn't give a damn. Figures.

"If you can't protect her how could we? Raphael or Michael is her only chance but both of them are unattainable. Besides, she doesn't worth the trouble. We might not need her after all."

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, just do something!

As the bickering continued and the figurative rope on my neck gradually became tighter and tighter a woman turned up out of thin air. Let me tell you, she was a real piece of work. Confident, sly and prevailing. She laughed at the man who withstood the full force of an angel's power as if it was child's play and swipe him off the map with his next move. If that's not scary to you I don't know what is.

She claimed she too have the tool set to put up a fight. Upon hearing that Mystery Man expressed his doubts while the woman replied by suggesting a face-off to settle their differences. The proposal was fairly simple: he lets me go and she won't kick his ass into oblivion. Sounds good enough.

They clashed.

It didn't take long, only a matter of seconds and the man was gone. The woman was still there with me with not one scratch on her body. Needless to say, I was beyond impressed. She put Castiel to shame and defeated a threat the angels couldn't. I wanted to know who she was so I asked and she shook her head. It's a secret, she smirked, what she can't tell. In addition, she politely yet quite dismissively ordered me to keep this meeting of ours undisclosed and tell the angels that it was me who abolished the trespasser.

I woke up.