Will You Remember Me? ▪️Destiel▪️

Chapter 4 - Who Am I?

Castiel's POV

Bend, Oregon

The sound of rushing water and laughter jar me from my peaceful but uncomfortable sleep. I slowly get up my head pounding making my mind go fuzzy. I close my eyes the bright sun to much for my pounding head. I slowly open my eyes and look around I'm on a green bench the paint chipping from it's time in the sun. There is a river with a wooden bridge connecting one side of the bay to the other. People on paddle boards row down the river smiling and laughing. I survey more of the area looking behind me is a small park covered by trees making almost a canopy. Children slide down the slide and swing across some bars.

I look down at myself I'm wearing black dress pants and black dress shoes. A white button up shirt clings to my chest blood staining the front in lines, and a blue tie is wrapped loosely around my neck. I'm suddenly aware of the throbbing feeling all over my body. I bring my hand to my face and feel cuts littering my face I touch one and flinch back it's still fresh. How did they get there? How did I get on this bench? I have no memory of yesterday or of anything for that matter. My heart rate starts to elevate and my breathing becomes shallow. I have to get out of here. I get up my legs shaking in the process. I make my way down the paved path stumbling every few steps.

I pass a mother walking with her young daughter she glances over at me which causes her to pull her daughter closer to her and the she gives me a terrified look. Do I really look that bad? I travel farther down the path getting looks left and right from bikers and walkers alike. At the end of the path I look around a spot a small gas station. Stumbling towards the entrance I finally make it to the door. It opens with the ring of a bell. The young boy behind the counter looks up at me in shock and opens his mouth to say something but closes just as fast as he opened it. Limping up to the counter I ask.

"Where is your bathroom?" My voice coming out strained and my throat burning with each word. He lifts his shaking hand and points to the back of the store I nod and make my way back to the bathroom. I reach out towards the cool metal handle and open it. Thankfully it's a one person bathroom. Locking the door I make my way to the sink.

I look into the mirror and finally understand what's so scary about my appearance, my face has multiple wounds all over it my eyes are blood shot with dark bags underneath them. My eyes are a dull blue and my black hair is mess I try my best to pat down my hair but give up half way through achieving nothing. Then I pay attention to my face. I grab some paper towel from beside me and dampening it with water from the sink, I bring it my face and start to gradually clean my cuts. It stings but it has to be done. Looking a little better in the face region I lift up my shirt to see the damage underneath it's not much just a few slashes across my stomach. I begin to clean those as well. Unnoticed until now my wrist is stinging with every movement. I inspect the purple and brown bruises that wrap around my wrist, it must me broken. Along with the bruises both my wrists have red marks on the top which look to be scabbing over. How curious. Now I have to figure out where am I. Satisfied with myself I exit the bathroom and make my way back up to the counter.

"Where am I?" I ask the teenage boy, he looks at me with wide brown eyes and speaks.

"Bend, Oregon." He trembles. I nod and think a little more about the situation. "What's your name man?" He asks sounding more relaxed. Do I have a name? If so I don't know what it is.

"I don't know." I sigh dragging my hand through my tussled hair. "I don't even know how I got here." The last part comes out in a whisper.

"Well if you need help there is a police station about a mile north of here." He states pointing left down the road. I thank him and leave making my way towards the police station.

Feeling a bit better I make my way down the road passing a pet store, a shopping center and a rusty diner the smell of burgers waft through the air making my stomach turn in a not so pleasant way. A mile later I reach the station. I enter the smell of unwashed bodies almost overwhelming. A women in a uniform drags away a man that is pleading her to stop and saying they've got the wrong man. I strut over to the counter avoiding two women pulling each others hair out. I place my hands on the counter and look up at the officer behind the counter who is currently typing away at the computer. He lifts his head up from the computer his hazel eyes locking with my blue ones. His badge reads Officer Welsh.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" His cheery voice filled my ears causing me to smile ever so slightly.

"Um well I need some help" I start rubbing the back of my neck. "I don't really know where I am or who I am." I mutter the last part feeling embarrassed. His eye brows nit together and he strokes his chin thoughtfully.

"Well I don't know what to tell you man. We could get your finger print and run it through our data base if you want." I nod my head thinking this is the only way I'll get anywhere.

"Okay I'll go get one of our forensic officers I'll be back, you stay here." He makes his way back to a door and slips in. I turn around and survey the room. The walls have multiple pictures of different people and an American flag hangs in the corner on an angle. A few people sit in the chairs along the wall some sleeping. "Hey, sir?" A voice sounds from behind me I turn to face a young women with bouncy blond hair, brown eyes and a little too much make up.

"Yes?" I respond locking eyes with her. She smiles.

"My name is Madison Bailey. I'm the leading forensic scientist. You can come back with me and we'll get your finger print." She says in almost a childish tone. I nod and follow her back to the room that officer Welsh went into. She opens the door and allows me to walk through. I look around there are many people sitting at desks with phones held to there ears. The constant talking of everyone is almost too much for my ears to handle. Madison walks in front of me and I follow behind her. In the very back of the room is a desk with a computer stationed on top. She gives a nod to the man behind the desk and he walks away with a knowing look.

"Okay could you give me your hand palm facing outwards please." She smiles. She smiles too much it's unnerving. I move my hand into her open hand. She spreads a cold black liquid on my thumb. She presses it down onto a blank sheet of paper my finger leaving behind a residue in the shape of my fingerprint. She picks up the piece of paper and takes it behind the desk and sticks it under a scanner. The image of my thumb pops up on the screen. "Okay hun, you can you back out in the lobby I'll call you when we get something." She says still looking at the computer. I make my way out of the room and take a seat on a chair that leans up against the wall. My mind drifts back to Madison. Then I can hear her it's like she's talking in my head, I jump a little not expecting the noise.

"I have no clue who he is." She speaks to some else "It's like he hasn't existed until today it's completely odd." Her voice sounding frustrated. Another voice speaks

"Well what do you suggest we tell the guy?" The voice questions.

"I don't know." She sighs "I kinda feel bad for him though he doesn't know who he is, it's kinda pathetic. What if we take him to the hospital maybe they can do something with him." She suggests.

"That could work." The other voice said.

Not wanting to hear anything else and definitely not wanting to go to a hospital, I get and head to the door I silently slip out I start to follow my feet not knowing where I'm going and not caring.

I walk for days on end not feeling tired once but my feet start to blister they become red and raw I need to rest my body and put my mind at ease. I've been trying to think about who I am and why I'm here but everything is too fuzzy and dark.

I come across a dingy motel called the Sleepy Kitty Inn, I reach into my pockets and find a few hundred dollars, not knowing how it got there I shrug and make my way towards the building. I get myself a room when the lady behind the counter asks for a name I tell her Clarence Welsh. I don't know why but it felt familiar but not all right, I just decide to take the last name of the officer at the station. I make my way to the room and collapse on the bed falling asleep even though I'm completely awake. Before my eyes fall shut I heard the faint chatter of two men in the room beside me talking about angels and demons.