You had been saved from Hell. You didn't know how, why, or who pulled you out. All you knew was that you were in Hell one minute, and alive in your coffin the next. After literally climbing out of your grave- you found a shocked Dean and Bobby, who were happy to see you. (But they were also extremely confused.)

After being burdened with high pitched noises causing your ears to bleed and glass breaking around you, you needed to find out what was going on. You needed to know who pulled you out.

Bobby gathered you, Sam, and Dean and took you all to see his psychic friend, Pamela. She was able to make contact with someone. She made contact with an angel. An angel named Castiel. The sheer sight of his apparition burned her eyes and blinded her...

You were dedicated to knowing who saved you, as you should have been. You made it your mission to summon "Castiel." You, Dean, and Bobby went to a barn outside of town, to avoid any major complications. After summoning him, he showed up. He wasn't what you were expecting. I mean, what kind of angel wears a trench coat?

"Who are you?" You asked, white knuckling the angel blade, just in case anything went awry.

He stood there, awkwardly, just staring at you for a moment. He stood abnormally straight with his hands at his sides. He gave a slight nod as he answered your question. "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He paused and looked you up and down. "Castiel. I'm an Angel of the Lord."