Will You Remember Me? ▪️Destiel▪️

Chapter 3 - Mystery Man

Castiel's POV

The day of the disappearance

Obeying Dean's orders I run off to find Sam hoping Dean is okay taking on the vampires by himself. I start off running calling Sam's name but getting no response. My feet pound on the dirt floor. Dirt is such a curious thing why do humans consider the substance to be dirty? Humanity sometimes baffles me but it is truly beautiful. I round the a corner of the barn its dark and dingy with spider webs cascading the wall. I take a look around the small area and don't see Sam. He must've found Dean. He's too smart to be dead. I turn around to go back and find Dean, but a hand comes up a strikes me hard in the side of the head. I stumble back holding a hand to my head. Out of instinct I slide my angel blade out of my coat sleeve. I look up to face my attacker. No that's impossible he can't be here, he can't escape that God for saken place even with all his archangel juice.

"How are you here? I thought you couldn't get out." I ask blankly tilting my head to the side and squinting my eyes ever so slightly.

"Did you really think that place could hold me? Oh dear brother you don't know a thing." He replies with venom heavy in his voice. His pink lips forming a devilish smirk. I bring my angel blade over my head a lunge towards him my stomach buring with built up anger. He slides out of the way before I can make contact. "You're really off your game aren't you Castiel?" He chuckles. He raises his own weapon and it comes down slashing my cheek. I let out a scream that can only be described as inhuman. I fall back clutching my cheek. Damn angel blades.

"Cas is that you? Where are you?" I hear Dean panic. His footsteps are getting closer I hear another sound of footsteps close behind him which I can only assume is Sam. No they can't find me it will only get hurt or killed. I leap up from the ground and tackle my attacker into a near by door knocking us both into the room sending us both tumbling to the ground. I get up and tighten my grip on my blade.

"That was unwise my brother, as you see you back yourself into a corner." He grins which makes his whole face distort into something that looks beyond human let alone angel. I lunge towards him once more but from the side. He grabs my wrist and tugs at with inhuman strength causing it to break in half. I struggle in his right grip. His hand lossenes and I tug free only for him to catch the sleeve of my beloved trench coat. I twist until my arm it free of the sleeve and discard the jacket in the ground. "I don't want to hurt you I only want to talk." He states in a calm matter.

"Then why are you armed?" I question as we circle around each other not letting our backs be shown. He chuckles at my question like it amuses him.

"Because you are armed and I don't want to be stabbed now do I?" He tilts his head at the question like he isn't sure if it himself.

"I don't want to talk or go anywhere with you." I say blankly looking him dead in his eyes.

"Oh now you think you have a choice. That's cute." In and instant he's grabbing me. He envelopes us in his grace to protect us. It's too bright for human eyes but angels can look at it with no problem. I try to pull away it stab him at least but I realized in my haste the man who grabbed me had also stolen my blade. In an instant with the flap of his wings we were gone.

We end up in a blindly white room with only a long silver chair in the middle before I can react both my arms are restrained by two angels from behind. I struggle in there grip but my broken wrist makes it too painful to pull away. Without my hands I'm unable to heal my wounded wrist. My eyes grow dark as I stare at the tall man in front of me.

"What could you possibly want with me?" I angrily ask. Even with pain shooting up my arm from my wrist I maintain a strong demeanor and gaze.

"Well personally I don't want anything to you. But heaven on the other hand has a personal vendetta with you, Castiel." He says like some how I should know. Yeah I started a war and defied a few orders but I thought that was all behind us I've answered to by mistakes. I haven't done anything awful that I know of. "I can hear all those questions swimming in your head and I have to say, you really are as clueless as they say you are." He shrugs and walks behind me to a white desk that seemed to appear out of thin air. He slowly sits down and puts his black boots on the desk and let's out a long sigh. "You being here is only about one thing well two people to be more specific. The Winchesters. You've been growing far to close to them, and we can't have that. You see heaven has a certain order, Castiel. Us angels are meant to stay here, in heaven. And well those creatures you think so deeply of are meant to stay in the ground. It's simple law, brother." My stomach starts to grow hot with anger, how dare he insult the beauty that is humanity. We vow to protect them before we protect ourselves.