Castiel's attentions were divided. Between watching over Dean, listing for orders and keeping an eye on Pamela, he was feeling the strain of the war more than before. It was all suddenly very worth while when he felt Pamela's distress. At first he waited, trusting his brother to take care of her. She was Remiel's charge. He shouldn't interfere.
But, Pamela didn't calm and Castiel didn't sense Remiel's presence. He debated only a few seconds and then made up his mind. He appeared in Pamela's house with a soft rustle of wings.
She took a breath. Then another. The sound of wings was so familiar to her now, bringing a reflexive surge of calm and peace, but the voice wasn't Remiel's.
"Castiel." She smiled a little when she said his name, through her fingers. She remembered more, now. Much more.
"I don't know..." But then she dropped her hands, looking up at him. Struggling both to maintain her focus on the conversation and open her mind, letting it wander, bringing back memories of what had passed between them.
Yes, she did remember a lot more, now.
"I was stabbed..." she said, more to herself than anything. "I died." She frowned up at Castiel, a questioni n her eyes. Am I dead?
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But, Pamela didn't calm and Castiel didn't sense Remiel's presence. He debated only a few seconds and then made up his mind. He appeared in Pamela's house with a soft rustle of wings.
"Pamela?"
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"Castiel." She smiled a little when she said his name, through her fingers. She remembered more, now. Much more.
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He couldn't sense his brother nearby and he frowned slightly.
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Yes, she did remember a lot more, now.
"I was stabbed..." she said, more to herself than anything. "I died." She frowned up at Castiel, a questioni n her eyes. Am I dead?
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