50% of Heaven, 50% of Hell

Chapter Seven: Unwelcome Kisses

     Another persons life flashes before my eyes, perhaps my twins life; seemingly memories of a person resembling myself, but these things could never have pertained to me.

     I see what looks like my body, dominant and gleaming. Tremendous , elegant black wings laced with silver lightning tower on either side of me, emanating glory. I see myself killing angels and demons alike with only a look. I'm powerful, terrifying, scintillating.

     The scene changes, portraying myself walking through what I can only assume to be heaven. The angelic beings around me bow there heads and advert their eyes. I see Naomi, timid and meek, no sign of anything but reverence.

     A different memory arises, and I'm wrapped lovingly in someone's arms; the other person holds me close, calming my rage and confusion; I feel happy and loved, more so than ever before in the millions of years of my existence. I feel lips pressed against my forehead, cheek, and then pressed into my own lips.

     My eyes flutter open unintentionally, and the memory fades before I can glimpse anything more than the stranger's ebony wings. 

     Neveah? Are you OK? Worried voices float above, and I crack my eyes open to see Sam, Dean, Cas and bobby hovering over me. I'm on the couch downstairs; Cas probably carried me down after I lost consciousness, again. Cas is the closest to me now, his eyes glued to mine. My previous fears of them plotting my death start to seem doubtful, they look too distressed over my condition. 

     "What the hell? Where did you go?" Sam asks--out the group, he looks the most angry.

     "Chill, I was barely gone an entire day. And you assholes were talking about not trusting me, and needing to 'take care of me'." I lift myself up into a sitting position, wincing at the pain in my head.

     "One day? You were gone for a week Nevaeh, we thought you were dead. None of us could find you anywhere. We were worried about you!" Sam erupts, the rage evident in his expression as he paces the floor. My silence annoys him more. "You've got nothing to say?"

     "I'm sorry. I probably would have come back sooner, or at least told you guys that I left, but I had a run in with Raphael and Naomi." Sam's expression softens into a look of surprise.

     "Naomi?" Cas asks. "What did she do to you?"

     "I have no idea, I don't remember. Not long after I left here, some angel named Raphael showed up and brought me to heaven. Naomi told me I'm some powerful, old angel. I threw some kind of hissy fit and was about to blow up heaven and hell. But now someone in heaven has decided that they need me."

     "Need you for what?" Asks Dean.

     "I have no idea, she used the word peril and didn't give me any other information." Cas frowns and opens his mouth, but Bobby interrupts from across the room.

     "Nevaeh, you were gone for a little over a week. Cas found you laying outside of the front door and carried you in. You haven't moved for over twenty four hours; we thought you were dying." I grimace, remembering the pain that Naomi caused.

     "Naomi told me that she could help me remember; I don't know how, but it hurt a metric shit ton. I thought I was dying, and at one point I thought I was dead. I just wanted to remember." I say, fighting back the anger and frustration. I don't like being so emotional, but right now I think its justifiable.

     "I am capable of helping you remember." Cas says. "But you need to know this might not work. Naomi was young and panicked; if she was the one to erase your memories, she would have made mistakes, and your memories could be lost. But I don't think it was her, I believe it was God. No other angel has the power to mess with your mind, not even Michael." I nod slowly, trying to soak in the information.