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Chapter 1: Reincarnate

 

May 12, 2014

 

Castiel was numb.

 

Dean was dead.

 

He was dead and there was nothing him or Sam could do anymore.

 

It took him hours before he could even think to look for his friend. He found him, curled up on the floor and empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Even though the lights were off he could still see, the only source of light leaking in from the hallway.

 

Picking up the giant he could see the tear tracks on his face, grief welled up again but Castiel just swallowed down the lump and carried Sam to his bedroom.

 

After he carried him through the hallways, he placed Sam gently down on the bed. He smoothed back his hair and began to work at making Sam comfortable.

 

He pulled off his boots and set them gently at the end of the bed. Cas then got a warm wash cloth and cleaned his face, once he was done he pulled his comforter over him.

 

Opening the door to leave, Castiel peered back one last time to see Sam sleeping restlessly and slowly shut the door softly behind himself.

 

Cas had to brace himself against the closed door his throat constricting.

 

 He wished he was an angel. He wouldn’t ever had to deal with these...these Feelings, of pure heartbreak, sadness and fear.

 

Pulling himself together and blinking away the tears threatening to fall, he pushed himself away from the door determined to find Dean.

 

It didn’t take as long as it should have, he was right where Castiel had expected him to be.

 

Dean was lying motionless on his bed, the white sheets a stark contrast to his bloodied, tan skin.

 

Lips trembling Cas took a jerky step forward, his mind was telling him he didn’t want to see what had happened to his dearest friend, but he had to.

 

He had to face reality.

 

Bringing a hand up to investigate the mysterious liquid and found himself crying.

 

So this is what it felt like to cry.

 

Sinking down into the abandoned chair by the bed he sat and let the tears fall. It wasn’t a good idea, within seconds sobs were wracking his frame and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop.

 

 

After what felt like hours but was only a few minutes, he found he could finally pull himself together.

 

Pulling out the forgotten towel he had used to clean Sam’s face he wiped Deans face gingerly, cleaning all of the blood off.

 

Once he was done Dean looked like he was doing nothing more than sleeping, with Castiel sitting by him, protecting him. Full of grief he let his head fall into his hands, and rested them on his knees

 

But he had failed. He hadn’t been able to save him, if only……..

 

Castiel felt more then heard the stirring of the air. He lifted up his head but didn’t turn to face the figure. Castiel didn’t care, there was nothing more to kill in the room anyway.

 

He felt the being step closer to him and stop, then he said, voice full of remorse,” I’m sorry for your loss Castiel.”

 

Castiel couldn't understand what the man was sorry for, he hadn’t killed Dean, and Metatron had.

 

So instead he said, “What do you want?”

 

The man paused for a moment then said, “I’m here to offer you a deal.”

 

Cas sighed, his mind too clogged with grief to wonder how a demon had entered the bunker,” I don’t want to and can’t make a demon deal”

 

Castiel didn’t have a soul to sell, and his grace was dying, what could you want from a dying angel?

 

The man released a quiet chuckle and walked over to stand beside Castiel, “Not that kind of Deal.”

 

Frustrated Castiel gritted his teeth finally looked up at the man only to find him to be wearing a hood, none of his features visible, he growled at the hood man,” What kind of deal could you possible want.”

 

Although Castiel couldn’t see his face he got the distinct impression that the man was smirking.

 

Before Cas can even open his mouth to ask again the man had turned serious and said, “You’re world’s timeline is dying.”

 

Castiel stared at him with sullen eyes, he replied, “Why should I care?”

 

The male paused startled and said,” Wouldn’t it be a shame to lose all of the work that Team Free Will did?”

 

Castiel continued to stare at him and the man sighed and said,” I mean I just feel bad for taking all of you work away with nothing of it remaining…”

 

Heaving a sigh Cas forced himself to ask, “What is your deal?”

 

The man shifted nervously before settling down and answering him,” I’m offering to reincarnate you and your family. Everyone important to you and the brothers would remember everything in their new life, Dead friends or family will reincarnate too but without their memories from this life.”

 

Before Castiel could do more than open his mouth the man held up his left hand silencing him and continued on.

 

It’s just its time.”

 

Castiel pondered the idea for a moment and asked,” what's the...’catch…?”

 

The hooded figure stopped and seem to process what he had said for a second and said,” catch...?  Hmmm well isn’t being reincarnated in a new world with your memories big enough? hmm I suppose it would help me clear out all of the excess Angel power in this world, the new one isn’t gonna have nearly as many…”

 

Cas stared at Dean and thought of the deal. Dean wouldn’t remember anything, but maybe… maybe Castiel could protect him, keep history from repeating...he could protect them all. Finally coming to a conclusion Castiel turned to the man still muttering to himself and said,” I will accept your offer.”

 

Jerking his head up to glance at Castiel he stuttered a bit startled from being pulled out of his thoughts, ”W-what? Oh great!”

 

The hooded figure held out his hand, which appeared to be the only part of him not covered, he had smooth, tan hands, and they looked strong.

 

With only a moment of hesitation he took the man's hand in his own.

 

With a grin a burst of light bursted from their connected hands and engulfed the room. The brightness hurt his mostly human eyes, brought tears to them even.  He gritted his teeth and squeezed the man’s hand harder.

 

The man's smile faded for a second only to be brought back into a bright smirk he said something but no sound emerged.

 

They weren't heard but… felt.

 

“You’re so weak, barely an Angel at all. What has our dear brother done to you? You’re in no shape to protect anyone much less yourself. How about I…”

 

The words faded from Cas’s mind replaced by a burn it felt like….his grace.

But….But it was gone, He heard Dean Say it was but surely enough it was there burning into his vessel repelling the false grace.

 

However the grace felt… Too strong, more than he ever had before it almost felt like ...Almost like when he had purgatory swarming inside him. Almost but not quite.

 

He screamed it felt as though his very essence was being ripped apart and then. Nothing.

 

He felt as though he was falling. He couldn’t open his eyes and he couldn’t move.

 

He was just so tired….

 

He let him fell into a deep sleep.

 

                                                                                                                     

 

Eh an idea I've had for quite awhile, well since i watched a harry potter marathon. i just got the first book so im gonna read it and try to be cool uvvu

harry potter belongs to Rowling
and spn to eric kripke
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