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I screwed up. I didn't know that killing another angel in a town famous for the amount of uranium there would cause all the uranium to explode and kill all the inhabitants. It was a rouge angel luckily, one of Metatron's old servants, but he must have done something to them. I believe I only survived because I am an angel of the lord, even if I'm not the sanest at the moment. I could not help myself. After that witch Rowena put that 'rabid dog' spell on me, I haven't been able to control it. At least Sam and Dean were out of town, dealing with the Darkness that had supposedly been freed. I just hoped they haven't been hurt. I hoped I find my way to them and harm them.
I slowly made my way to the town, only to find the ruins of cars and a few lifeless bodies. I did this. I had to fix it, and I couldn't get the Winchesters involved. I couldn't let them take this case. Just as I thought this, I felt my moline device, a gift from Dean, vibrate inside my trench coat pocket. I pulled it out to find his name across the screen. "Hello Dean," I heard myself say as I pressed answer. "Hiya, Cas," I heard his voice on the other end of the line. As scared as I was, it was a big comfort knowing that he was there. "Ya heard about that freak explosion in Dallas?" he asked. I thought quickly. He wouldn't be able to come over here. I couldn't let him. "Yes, Dean. It... must've been the Darkness. I'm already here, I'll take care of it." "Okay... just don't get hurt. She can do some pretty nasty crap." I could tell he didn't believe me, so I had to clean up this mess before he did come over. Hopefully I had a few days. I didn't get a chance to further stalk him as he hung up, with I believe would be beneficial to me. They always say that I'm a terrible liar.
I walked over to what's left of the local park. I needed to find Rowena to get her to lift the spell. I sat on a swing and stared up at the sky. "Brothers, sisters, I need help," I said. "I know you don't like me, and I know that this is all my fault, but I have to be stopped. Please." Woosh. Two of my brothers appeared before me, staring like I'm a slug. "Castiel," they said by way of greeting. "Hello brothers," I said ado held my hands out. The Enochian handcuffs clamped around my wrists. I was scared, but I knew this was all for the greater good. I made to get out of the swing. I couldn't. I try again and almost fall onto my face; I was stuck. I look down and then I saw it. I have faced them many times before and that are still one of my worse enemies. The child swing.
