"Cas, don't you dare try any of those spells. Remember the last time you tried to use that demon book?" Dean said pointedly to the angel in his living room. They had found an old book that Castiel had once used before- to some misguided ill effect. The angel in question rolled his eyes. "Dean, I am an angel of the Lord, I can take care of any demonic effects of this book. I was just not in my right mind back then... Besides, I warded the circle so if anything does happen, it'll only happen in the circle." Castiel reasoned, reading the spells in the book. He paused to considered one involving time. "And suppose you end up getting your ass handed to you, like last time?" Dean questioned, crossing his arms. "Last time involved a major demon. If I try any spells, I'll go with a minor one. Take this one for example- it says here that if I read the incantation, a minor time demon will come forth and give me the option to go back in time- or forward- or send it back to Hell from whence it came." "That sounds stupid- but also safer because you can just send his ass back." Dean frowned then gave a sigh. "Just be careful, okay?" "Yes, yes. Ahem... O potens time. Eo tempore ad futura et praeterita, volo." The lights in the room went out and then came back on, but the father clock in the corner of the room was spinning its hand out of control. An orb of light appeared within the circle Castiel had warded and bobbed in a figure eight turn up right pattern. It let out a hiss, irritated by the ward. "You have summoned me and so I grant you one request- into time your way goes or on my way back to my foes?" it rasped. "Alright, Cas, you summoned it, now send it back." said Dean, uncrossing his arms. Cas looked back at the book and looked at the incantation. "Um...Praeteritum tempus, nunc hinc- Wait that's to travel-" "SO MOTE IT BE!" A bright flash appeared, so bright the entire room become a solid shape of white. But when it faded, Castiel and the orb was gone, as was the circle. Right where the angel had been was a moon glyph for time, burnt into the wooden floor. "Cas!" Dean yelled, but he was too late- Castiel was gone in time. -MEAN WHILE OUTSIDE MEREEN IN THE DISTANT PAST- A trenchcoat bearing well dressed man appeared into existence after a bright flash. He looked around with a frown. "...I have no memory of this place..."