He didn’t remember much. He’d been on a nightly walk, and then the world turned upside down. Flashes of light, and he was surrounded by angels. He knew only because nothing else could cut off the bond he had with his mate. Nothing could block it this way.
It was all blurry. Blurs of pain and relief, and pain again. Was it punishment? For who? Himself? Castiel, Markus? He didn’t know. He couldn’t know – they never spoke directly to him, and when they did speak it was Enochian, and he only knew certain parts, none of it ever making sense.
But the last thing he remembered was a conversation, the only word he could pick up was “monitor.” They were going to monitor him? But why? That could only mean something bad.
The next thing he knew he was stumbling on solid ground and his entire body hurt. His head felt as though someone were hitting him, his ribs felt broken and it hurt to breathe. He didn’t know where he was, but it smelled like an alley. He could barely hear people, and for the moment seemed to have gone unnoticed. He stumbled to the edge of the alley, barely able to see, trying to find out where exactly he was.