Just because we're angels doesn't mean we're all dicks.
I was in a warehouse, trying to call Castiel. It wasn't working out too well. Castiel had me up against the wall with an angel blade to my neck with Sam and Dean behind him.
"What do you want, Heather," Castiel asked angrily.
"Why," I asked him with a wobbly voice and tears in my eyes.
"Why what?"
"Anna."
The color drained from his face as soon as her name escaped passed my lips, as did the boys'.
"You do remember her, don't you," I asked, placing more guilt on his shoulders. "After all, it was your fault."
"Cas," Sam asked. "What is..."
"Heather."
"What is Heather talking about?"
I could clearly see the confusion of the Winchester boys' faces as I also could see the guilt on Castiel's face grow. I couldn't hate it, but I had to get it out. I had to break this.
"After all she did for you-"
"Heather, stop."
"And you sent her away like a lamb to the slaughter," I spat. "Are you proud?"
"You killed her," I admitted. "When she was trying to help you."
"You what," Dean admonished.
"He had Anna killed," I explained. "After she helped him."
"I-I did not," he lied.
"Admit it, Castiel. You killed her in cold blood. It shouldn't matter if it was ordered. You are even more guilty than she was."
He obviously was trying to keep it down low. He had probably forgotten or "forgotten".
"Morman and Felicia, remember them? You had them take her away. Had her tortured. Had her killed."
"And I regret that," he said. "I really do, but you can't undo what's already been done."
I looked at him, shocked. He almost never admitted to anything.
"Why did you kill her in the first place," I asked tentatively.
"I was just following orders."
"Were you 'just following orders' when you were playing God?"
He glared hard at me.
"How do you know about that?"
"Who in Heaven doesn't know about that Castiel. You killed hundreds of angels for following the wrong person. Had I been too slow, I wouldn't have been here to force the truth out. So tell me, Castiel, do I have a right to be angry with you? Or are you just going to smite me for my opinion."
He look taken aback as he lowered the blade and turned around. Just when I thought he was done, he turned and his fist connected with my left cheek. I could already feel the bruise forming.
When I turned back, Castiel threw Dean across the room and was struggling to pull Sam off of him despite him being an angel.
"Stop," a voice yelled.
Castiel and I turned our heads towards the voice, flabbergasted by who was in front of us.
"Anna?"
