Dean can feel the effects of sleeping too long as soon as he wakes up. He is groggy and his eyes are refusing to open. He reaches under the pillow to make sure that his gun is still there as he does every morning. He feels kind of sad… like he's lost something important. He should remember but he doesn't. He can hear Sammy and his dad arguing just outside the door. He wishes that they would stop. He feels like his family is falling to pieces. He sits up, having finally managed to crack his eyes open. His throat is all scratchy and as he sits there listening to Sam shouting, he feels tears trickle down his cheeks. He doesn't know why… Sam shouting isn't something that would make him cry. Dean knows that he had lost something. He feels sad about something and he can't remember what. What is it? Why is he crying? He wipes his eyes and uses over-sleeping an excuse.

Jimmy rolls over and falls straight out of his bed. He tries to catch himself before he crashes to the floor, but he fails miserably and hits his head on the windowsill. He already has a splitting headache and he feels like he's been asleep for years. He forces his eyes open and blinks around at his room, his boring old room with the single photo of his parents hanging on the wall. There are only two pieces of furniture in the room apart from his bed, the small wardrobe and a single, white chair that sits in the corner. Jimmy clambers to his feet, rubbing at the back of his head and wincing. He has to go into work today. It's a Monday. Mondays are stupid. Jimmy notices something off about his room… something that shouldn't be there. He staggers over to his chair and reaches out for the light coloured trench coat that is folded neatly over it. It smells the same as the rest of his apartment and as he tries it on, he gets the feeling that it belongs here. Perhaps he got drunk and bought it, so now he can't remember. He looks in the full length mirror on the front of his wardrobe and he starts feeling kind of sick. He ignores the feeling and tugs on the sleeves of the coat. It's a bit big for him, so he shrugs it off and opens the wardrobe. He puts the coat on a hanger and moves it to the back. He does like the coat, so as he walks out into his lounge room, he decides that maybe he'll grow into it as he gets older. Maybe he'll wear it some other time.

10 years later –

A flash of pure white light is followed by a scream of pain. The scream isn't Dean's, but someone he'd been…. Well, torturing. Dean hated that word. It was too strong.

Dean's hand breaks through the surface of the earth and he struggles to pull the rest of himself up. He gasps in as much air as he can and turns his head to the sky. The sun is something that he has missed. He doesn't know how, but he got out. Someone or something rescued him. He vaguely remembers a bright white shape… grabbing hold of his arm and that was it. That is all he can really remember.

Dean gets to his feet and looks around. He'd been buried. Why did they burry him? His confusion is increased as he turns to see that he's lying in what looks kind of like a crater. It's not a hole in the ground, but every single tree surrounding his has been flattened. He doesn't think on it for too long. Right now, he's just glad that he's out.

Castiel watches Dean Winchester from afar. His 'hand' still tingles with that strange zap of familiarity from touching Dean's arm. Castiel can't figure out why that had happened. He watches Dean walk to a small store curiously. Should he try to talk to him? Perhaps the strange feeling is a sign that Dean can hear his voice. His real voice. Castiel tries to reach out to Dean. He just wants to talk. In fact, the angel really just wants to ask Dean how he is feeling…

The windows blow out and Dean falls to the ground, obviously in pain.

Castiel is disappointed, but not really surprised.

Dean Winchester is just a human. Why should he be able to hear an angel's voice?

Castiel continues watching Dean. He watches him for ages and doesn't once get bored.

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"When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost!"

Cas hears those words and he looks down at his feet. He has the strangest feeling that he was lost long before that.

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