Saved by an Angel (a Castiel love story)

Chapter 10: Mind Meld

A/N: Hello! Don't you just hate me for leaving that lovely little cliff-hanger in the last chapter? XD Anyway, I know it was short, but I tried to make it impactful. I thought it was....but tell me what you think. I'm open to suggestions. Anyway, I appreciate all the comments that I get and I do read them (Keira). So, OMG I can't believe I'm on chapter 10 already! So here it is-Mind Meld!

Kristy's POV:

I stare at...myself? I climb to my feet. It's not me exactly...it looks like me from before I went to hell. My eyes are green with hints of gold and my hair is so wild that it's pulled back into a high pontail. I'm wearing the light blue tanktop from that night and the black leather jacket with Fade to Blue skinny jeans stuffed into knee high combat boots. I-or she I guess-smiles over at me.

"Hey Kris."

"What the hell!?"

"Mm, not quite. Try again."

"Cas," I hiss angrily.

"Close, but no."

"What?" I ask

The duplicate of myself smiles warmly.

"Welcome to your own mind, Kristena."

I stare at her.

"What are you supposed to be then?"

"I'm your subconscious. I'm a reflection of you," my subconscious self says, "Anyways, you're seriously starting to lose it, girl. That's why we called for this little meeting."

"We?"

"Hey there Kris," someone else with my voice calls from my other side.

It's me. But it's a more...recent reflection of myself. My eyes are violet, like they are now...except more vivid. She is wearing a one shoulder bright green shirt and a high-low hem black skirt. I love her shoes: high heeled black satin stilettos. Around her neck is a necklace with a curiously winged charm resting comfortably low on her chest.

"So what? You're my subconscious too?"

"No," she says, "I'm your powers. The embodiment of your abilities you could say."

(A/N: I know it's the middle of the chapter. To help you understand what's happening, since there's three Kristena's, I'm giving their dialogue it's own 'style'. So Kristy that narrates is going to have the normal text. Subconscious Kristy is going to be Slanted text. And abilities Kristy is going to be 'bold text'. Good luck.)

"You're my powers?" I ask incredulously.

"Well, I appear the way you envision me. If you pictured me as Clint Eastwood in a pink tutu with sparklers, I would look like that."

This is just too weird.

"So what? You pulled me into my own mind? Why?"

"I told you. You're losing it."

I frown.

"My sanity?"

"You're control," my powers say, folding herself neatly onto the grass.

"We have a few things to talk about. First off, Cas."

I sink down to a sitting postion, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my chin on them. My subconscious comes and takes a seat next to me, crossing her legs indian style.

"I shouldn't love him," I say softly.

"But you do," she says on a sigh, patting my head sympathetically.

"He's just going to hurt me," I say.

"You don't know that," my powers chime, "If I thought he was a threat, he would already be dead."

That's right. My powers are like my personal body guard. They surfaced because of Hell, but now I guess they're taking care of me too.

"He loves you too. He just doesn't know it," my subconscious adds helpfully.

I hit my head against my own knees.

"Idiots!" I say, but I don't mean my subcionscious and my powers and they know it.

I look at my powers for help.

"Why do I have to love him?" I ask, my voice breaking.

" 'Cus he's your soulmate, hun."

I groan. Dammit, why must everything be so complicated?

"That's not the only reason why we pulled you in here. Powers over there, she's uh, she's having some problems..."

Frowning, I look at my purple eyed self. She nods.

"There's something limiting me-us. We're...being blocked by some sort of wall. Soon, we'll all need to band together and...fight it. This would be best at a time when Cas can guide us where we need to go."

I swallow and nod my understanding.

"Is that all?"

"Just a suggestion...get an anti-posession tattoo like the boys. Charms get lost easily and well, we don't have enough room in here for a demon. Not to mention, a demon with shatter me into a million pieces and the last thing we need is the other Kristy's fixing us."

"Other Kristy's?"

"Oh sure, there's a bunch of us. I'm just your powers. There are others. A bunch of them."

I stand, ready to leave. Just before I do, I look back at the two, sitting companionably on the grass.

"How do I get back here?" I ask.

"You have to go into a coma like state. Try meditating. That'll be the easiest way to get here. We'll come if you do. See ya, Kris. Don't forget, we're still with you."

My eyes snap open and I find myself in a hospital room. Sam and Dean are leaning over me. Both look like hell. Their eyes are puffy and red. Clearly, they've both been crying. Sam even still has tears running down his face.

"Kris?" he asks.

"Uh yeah...what happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

"You were in a coma," Dean snaps.

"I was? I was only gone for, like, twenty minutes."

Sam pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight.

"Don't do that again," he mutters, hugging me.

"Okay," I say softly.

When I glance out the window, I see a flash of a tan trenchcoat and messy dark brown hair.