Flames || Sequel to Feathers

Chapter 5 - the cutie across the bar

Dean (POV)

I woke up in a claustrophobic wooden box, knowing for a fact that it was a coffin. I broke out of it within minutes and climbed through the dirt and insects to try and get to the surface. I crawled out of the earth and looked around me, wincing at the bright light of day that I had not seen for forty years, or what I assumed was forty years. Time travels differently in hell then it does on earth but I can't tell how long I've actually been down there. I looked about me and noticed that every tree within a mile radius had been knocked flat down right around my grave. What the hell caused this?! I stood up but my knees were weak when I tried walking on then. I groaned loudly but I carried on walking, trying to find any human life form to get help from. I must have looked such a state, almost zombie looking, walking through the woods with ripped and decaying clothes, covered in dirt. Well I had just walked out of my own grave so I supposed that I basically was a zombie. I was thirsty, so very thirsty. My lips were dry and my throat was parched and me walking in the heat of the sun, sweating out any water I had left in my dry body. This was going to be a long walk.

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"I don't understand how you are alive?" Sam had repeated over and over again since I had turned up out of the blue around a week ago.

"I don't know!" I say for the fiftieth time that day. "All I remember is a bright light and then I passed out."

"Do you remember anything else?" He asked and I looked down at my hands. Those blue eyes. The ones that looked exactly like Castiel's, I remembered those but these were probably just a figment if my imagination.

"I met Zandriel in hell." I say finally, not wanting to reveal how I saw blue eyes just yet. Sam's eyes went wide at the mention of the name of the girl we used to know. We hadn't spoken. About them since we had left the family to worry about Castiel and Zandriel, knowing where they both were but not saying a word.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she's gone." I look at him and he looks back sadly in understanding.

"Wow, I thought she had a plan. At least that's what she told me and Gabriel that time..." He trailed off at the name of his old boyfriend and we both slipped into silence, feeling awkward and sad at the same time.

"Alright boys..." I turned and saw Bobby walk into the room, sipping on some beer and looking as grumpy as ever.

"Hey bobby, you got any leads?" I ask him and he sends me a death glare.

"Shut it boy." I look at Sam and roll my eyes before shutting my mouth and smirking at my uncle. "Of course I have leads. That mark on your arm, the burn mark... It looks as if it's made by fire but in fact there are traces of grace with in it."

"Grace?" Sam asks and bobby nods.

"You told me all about those angels you used to know and my guess is that one of them saved you from hell. They have the power for it."

"Blue eyes." I say quickly, talking to myself rather than my uncle or my brother.

"What?" They both ask me at the same time.

"I saw a pair of blue eyes before I passed out and woke up on earth. It was Castiel! Cas saved me!" I say excitedly and they both frown at me.

"Why didn't to share this sooner boy?" Bobby asks and my smile drops.

"Uuuhhhh..."

"Don't uh me! Why don't you tell us this before?" I sigh and look down at my hands and shrug.

"Because I didn't know whether it was imagining it or not." I snap finally. "I'm gonna go out."

With that I got up and walked out of Bobby's house, needing some time to think and have a breather from all the questions about hell and angels. It was Castiel that saved me; I was so sure of it. But then I remembered that Balthazar's, Michaels and Lucifer's eyes were also blue. I knew it was unlikely that it was Lucifer that saved me but you never know... He was a weird one. I drove towards a bar somewhere I town an entered it, going straight for the bar to order some strong whiskey. When I drunk it, I smacked my lips together and sighed, thinking about how much I had missed drinking.