Two Worlds VI

XXIII

An old friend...

I hummed slightly, eating a strawberry from a pretty little woman while another was, well, let's just say was doing something with whipped crème bellow. I rested my head back in pleasure and moved slightly, letting noises come from me as the one who fed me rubbed my chest. I moved against the sheets slightly. The woman below made a small moaning sound.

"Oh," I raised my eyebrows slightly, jolting and smiling slightly.

There was then a cold feeling in my toes, and the smile left my face slightly. It started leading up my legs and I slowly started losing feeling. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the woman was gone, along with the other to my side.

"What the," I felt the cold reach my head and everything went black.

I felt crisp and cold air fill my lungs and I started breathing heavily. Sores and rotting holes on my body were healing. I was lying on a cold metal table, and a small steel box. I wrinkled my eyebrows, feeling my throat become sore.

I brought up my sore arms as much as I could and hit the door to the place I was being held in above the top of my head. I beat my fist against it repeatedly. There was a latch click and I beat it open, causing the table to slide out.

The air hit me and I started breathing heavily. I looked around, seeing an old man in a lab coat looking at me in horror. I sat up slowly and continued to look around. I swung my legs over the table and started getting off it. My bare feet hit the ground and it was cold tile. I bounced on my feet slightly, noticing the familiar feeling.

I felt a pit in my stomach and I looked to see a mirror across from me. I went to it quickly and looked to my reflection. I felt my face, feeling warmth. I looked to my bare chest and saw the worst wound healing out in a white light. I turned and looked over my shoulder to my back.

My wings were painted back into my skin and I knew, that after all these years, I had been brought back.

"Son of a bitch," I slumped my shoulders. I looked at the roof, "Really? Why? Why am I here? What's the point?"

"E, excuse me?" The old man asked, and I turned to him. He swallowed slightly and he was pale, "You, you, how did you," He pointed to the table, blinking slightly. He breathed out and fell to the floor.

"Goodnight then," I said, looking around.

I looked to the clothes the guy was wearing then looked to my reflection. I ran my fingers through my hair, causing clothes to form onto my body in an aura.

"I'm gonna kill you, Cas." I sighed heavily, heading out.

Cas...

It was quiet as we sat in the front room of the bunker. I held my head slightly as I stared at the floor. Guy came over to me quietly and hugged me gently. I put a hand to his arm slightly.

"I'm sorry," He told me, holding me.

"It's fine," I told him quietly, "It's not your fault," He nodded slightly and just held me quietly.

"What, does this mean for heaven?" Jack asked, looking at me, "Aziraphale is gone, we have that confirmed and Gram, is," He stopped and looked down, rubbing his neck, "Son of a bitch,"

I nodded, then breathed out, shaking my head, "We need to figure out," I stopped slightly and rubbed my eyes.

"Hey," Jack said, and I looked at him, "You should really take a break, Cas." I shook my head slightly, "You should, please, you can't just keep going like this."

"Yeah, well watch me." I sighed and got up, patting Guy's arm as he let me go. I held onto the table and rubbed my eyes. I felt Guy grab me by my waist and lift me up, "Hey," He got me over his shoulder, "Hey!" I started trying to get away from him and he held onto me, taking me to the other room. I breathed out and rested over his shoulder.