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4x01 "Lazarus Rising"

"And why would an angel rescue me from hell?

6 years, 2.190 days, 52.560 hours, 3.153.600 minutes, 189.216.000 seconds. And the very first one started here.

A frienship. Between a human and an angel. A friendship that lasted through hell, heaven and purgatory. A friendship that was tested and spun thin, but never broken. And it all started here.

A more profound bound. Between two people. Understanding one another without words. Able to read one another with just once glance, with just one touch. And it all started here.

On thursday, September 18th, 2008 in a barn in Pontiac, Illinois.

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It was September 18th when you woke up surrounded by darkness. Nothing you didn’t know, nothing you hadn’t grown used to. But this darkness felt different, felt real, had substance.

It was September 18th when you realized that this darkness was not hell, but a wooden coffin, six feet underground. So heavy.

It was September 18th when you realized you were alive. Your heart beating, your chest rising and falling from breathing. Your soul burdened and beaten, but not broken.

It was September 18th when you dug yourself out of your grave, clawed your way to the light, found yourself standing in the dead center of a circle, a field looking like something cosmic had happened, that something being you.

It was September 18th when you looked in the mirror. Healed from all wounds, but marked with a handprint on your shoulder. Red and glowing.

It was September 18th when you broke into an empty gas station and felt overwhelmed and frightened because of a force, of a noise ringing in your ears, causing stereos to turn on and glass to break.

It was September 18th when you were hugged for the first time with tender hands, with love and with care after 40 years of torture, of pain and fear.

It was September 18th when you first heard his name – Castiel.

It was September 18th when you summoned him. Into a barn, on the outskirts of town, decked out with weapons and sigils, ready to take down that son of a bitch, who burnt out Pamela’s eyes.

It was September 18th when you saw him arrive with thunder, storm and lighting. With spark flying and lights exploding.

It was September 18th when you shot him, put a blade through his chest and he didn’t even blink, but showed you his wings. Beautiful, dark and majestic.

It was September 18th when you learnt that he was the one “who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition”, that he was an angel and that god commanded to get you out of hell, because they had work for you.

It was September 18th when he looked at you, looked right through you and knew that “you don’t think you deserve to be saved”, that you “have no faith”.

It was September 18th when you formed “a more profound bond”. It was September 18 when it started, when not only he fell for you, but you also for him.

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