What was Lost

Time Travel

My hair flew around my face, and yet there was no wind. Across my vision danced sparks of Starlight and Hellfire.

In front of me, the universe stretched out infinitely behind Castiel who was no longer melting. We stared at each other as we floated in the abyss, but didn't speak.

No.

Could not speak.

Magic was woven into the very fibre of the universe, so potent that it made a deep hum, and we glided across it.

There was no fear.

All mundane emotion had been left behind, and as I stared at Castiel, his mouth began to form a smile, one that mine was mirroring. We floated for infinity, and yet it was just a second, through the vast expanse.

Then, as if we had reached the top of a rollercoaster, balanced precariously over the edge, right before the fall, everything stopped.

The humming of magic around us ended abruptly, and we stopped moving. Had I not already been staring at Castiel, I wouldn't have been able to look at him as my ability to move my eyes had been taken. The universe was paralysed, with us in it, and yet our conscious remained.

Then, like a switch had been flicked, motion returned.

And we were falling.

Faster and faster we fell, hurtling through the darkness, somehow accelerating beyond human capacity.

I opened my mouth to scream, but before the sound could form, we exploded.

A billion tiny specks of what used to be us spread out into the dark, and yet somehow I was not dead.

My consciousness flew with the individual specks of me, a billion individual sparks that were part of me, and at the same time, the whole of me.

I could feel myself in every little piece, drifting through space as stardust.

The pieces drifted further and further away, and I began to lose myself.

Eventually, 'I' was completely spread out amongst the stars. There was no more 'me' just the universe.

I was the universe.

I was nothing.