Remember

Castiel

God is gone. There was so much despair. Angels no longer knew what to do. The only Angels to ever speak to God were trying their best, but everything was falling apart. I don't know what I was feeling. I no longer wanted to follow, but I was helping others find their way.

I missed Dean. I had left him three weeks ago and had not spoken to him since. I was very busy. I had originally accepted my Grace back to help Dean. I didn't think I would have to leave him immediately. Or for so long.
"Gabriel." I called out.
"Yeah bro." He said appearing behind me.
"I wish to go back to the humans tomorrow for the day. Is there anything of importance that is needed tomorrow?"
"Uh, no not really. Are you like asking permission or something, cuz you can go whenever you want..."
"Ok. Then I'll go now."

I felt awkward around the other Angels. We all felt it. Awkwardness seeped in when I was around. I didn't really know why. I had only fallen. Many Angels before me have done it too.
I appeared in front of Harvelle's. I pulled out my cellphone. 9:32 it read. Instead of calling Dean, I just went straight to his house. I had seen it once and took note of where it was. Transporting there was much easier than trying to walk there like I knew it would. I ended up knocking on the door instead of just popping up inside.
"Cas?" Dean asked as he opened the door.
"Hello, Dean."
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Heaven. They really need help." I knew he was mad at me. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"Ugh. It's okay. I mean, you only disappeared for three weeks. Come in." He opened the door wider allowing me to enter.
"Well, what now?" Dean asked.
"If you want that boy saved-" Dean cut me off.
"How about we start with a drink. I've got some beer in my fridge."
"No thankyou."
"Uh, ok. Would you like something to eat, then?"
"I don't eat as an Angel. We don't need to. Food does not appeal to us either way. I can taste every molecule and not the food."
"Wow okay. Well, I'm going to have a beer and some pie."
"Can I meet Sam? Please?" I asked.
"Uh sure. He went to bed a little while ago, but I'll go wake him up." Dean left and I heard him waking up Sam. Dean came out a minute later saying Sam will be there in a couple minutes.
When he came in, I noticed he was taller than me, but not as tall as Dean.
"Hi, I'm Castiel."
"Um, hi?" Sam said cautiously.
"I'm a friend of Deans, and I think I can help with your friends problem."
"Really?"
"Yes. Im an Angel of the Lord. For now atleast."
"What? Dean never told me about those!" He said choking slightly.
"Well, I only met him four maybe five weeks ago. Before that, I didn't even know. I also didn't know if I wanted to tell anyone." Dean said protectively.

All of a sudden, my head started to pound. I couldn't hear anything, and my vision went blurry.

'Sam entered the motel room and immediately pulled his weapon at the site of me. We had never formally met. Dean stopped him telling him who I was. Sam's attitude changed immediately and he became a stuttering awkward man. He was honored to meet me, as he put it.'
"Castiel! What just happened?" I finally heard a real voice.
"I don't know. I guess a flashback or rather a flash forward. You and Sam were there. Much older however. I guess Sam was meeting me for the first time." I managed to say even though my head still hurt and my vision was still blurry around the edges.
"But I just found out now." Sam said.
"Not in the vision."