"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition"



You know, I've been here for a very long time. And I remember
many things. I remember being at a shoreline. Watching a little
gray fish heave itself up on the beach, and an older brother
saying, "Don't step on that fish, Castiel. Big plans for that fish." I
remember the Tower of Babel, all 37 feet of it, which I suppose
was impressive at the time. And when it fell, they howled divine
wrath. But come on, dried dung can only be stacked so high. I
remember Cain and Abel. David and Goliath, Sodom and Gomorrah.
And of course, I remember the most remarkable event -

remarkable because it never came to pass. It was averted by two
boys, an old drunk, and a fallen angel. The grand story. And we
ripped up the ending, and the rules, and destiny, leaving nothing
but freedom and choice. Which is all well and good, except... well,
what if I've made the wrong choice? How am I supposed to know?

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you my story. Let me
tell you everything.



Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself;
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
Should've been somebody else.

Believe it or not,
I'm walkin' on air,
I never thought I could feel so free;
Flyin' away on a wing and a pray'r,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.