Involuntary Change
Castiel had been asleep when it all started again. This curse... the power that infected everyone in it. His though, was different than what it had been before. Honestly when he realized it he was terrified. Eyes opened and the room.. As similar as the patients room where was different. It wasn’t his and he knew it wasn’t very easily... somehow. No he couldn’t have just.. have just found himself there, he couldn’t have unknowingly left or not remembered it that night, Castiel had never done that before. He shot up with a distressed sound, rubbing his face quickly and-- his hair.. He didn’t remember that hair. It was different, the texture of it too. He was able to remember enough about himself to easily know that his hair felt different, length and coarseness... He was taking eep breaths. All he had to do was figure how the hell he got there and- Castiel plucked hair out, looking at it before taking a few more strands and looking at the colour and length, a distressed sound forcing itself out. This wasn’t his body was it?