The Angel {Spn Fanfic}

Chapter 4

I sat at the playground that I used to play at as a child. I like to watch the young innocent souls. The future married couples chasing each other around.

But what I hated to see is all the impure children.

The three of us would sit in the car. Talking about how we all grew up in broken homes. Except they had each other.

I had no one. No wonder why I had to chase them.

Things get clearer after dying. You start to understand the things you did wrong. The choices you made that caused you to be dead.

Of course I knew when I died. But don't you dare think it was their fault. I made my own choices. I am responsible for my own death.