Chapter 4: Thursday's Child has far to go, - part 2
There were sounds of battle and terrible wailing of despair, the smell of brimstone and a bright light which he felt drawn towards. He reached out his hands and taking the light to his breast turned and flew. There were voices echoing in his head “the sons of men rejoice; to the righteous shall rise, him that is fallen. Our strength; Dean Winchester.”
Thor awoke to find himself still in Wen’s cabin. He looked over to the bed and was startled to see Wen awake and just as sweat soaked as himself. He asked if she’d had a bad dream. She didn’t answer instead flopped back into a deep sleep. He couldn’t sleep so got up and went for a swim. The cabin was dark and the water soothing. Yet he couldn’t forget his nightmare or the feeling that it was more real than imagined.
Wen awoke in pain. Her body was soaked in sweat and her head throbbed. Thor was nowhere to be seen. She made her way down to the lake to swim. Swimming was always a balm for her headaches and nightmares. She floated peacefully until Thor asked her if she slept well. Caught by surprise, she spluttered that she hadn’t and asked if he had. He said no. It seemed that he wanted to talk about it so she asked.
“I dreamt I was in Hell. I was fighting to get to a bright light. There was terrible carnage and despair all around. My fellow soldiers fell by the wayside. But I succeeded. I captured the light. I flew out of hell. ”
The saying of it made it fact. This is something he knew he had done. The meaning was lost as to how he had achieved this. Wen said nothing for a long time and they just treaded water together while the sun rose and the day began in earnest. At last she spoke.
“I was in hell too, at least in my dreams, three times. I write my dreams down so they cannot hurt me. You can read them if you wish. Maybe you can write your dreams down too. It might help you remember your life.”
“Do you remember your life? You parents?” He asked her genuinely curious.
“No. Ariel tells me about them sometimes. I don’t remember them or anything that Ariel hasn’t told me was part of my life.” She said an edge of sadness to her voice.
“You trust Ariel?” He asked holding her gaze. She nodded. “I would like to read your journals.”
“Okay.” Wen hesitated for a moment as if to say something more, then turned to swim back.
Thor followed and as she dressed, he again noticed her tattoos. The symbols, sigils and scripture were known to him. He knew for a fact. Again the reason why, was unknown. Back inside the cabin, he found Wen looking at the key in her hand.
“What’s the matter Wen?” he asked.
“Nothing, I’ve never shown these journals to anyone before, at least not that I remember, not even my parents. I just…” She shrugged and blushed slightly. Thor took her by the hands.
“I would never betray your confidence Wen.” He vowed.
“I know.” She said with absolute certainty, “It’s just that I’m not even sure what you’ll find useful. I mean I write everything down because my head hurts if I don’t. Just put everything back when you’ve finished.”
Thor took the key and opening the chest took out one of the journals and began to read. The day passed unnoticed as he sat amongst the journals, sketches and paintings that recorded his past and made sense of the déjà vu feelings the “Supernatural” books gave both he and Wen.
As darkness fell that second evening, the cabin and forest echoed with the wails of desolation and despair that returned memory bought upon Thor; once called Castiel, Angel of the Lord, guardian and friend of the Winchester brothers, defender of humanity and free will, a rebel, a traitor, false god and Leviathan host.
Chapter 5