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*appears silently in a corner*

*is still blind*

Who's there.

I asked you not to look, Pamela.

*yelps, backs away, trips over her own heels, falls on her ass*

What do you want?

Nothing, but to tell you that you don't have to be afraid of me.

... Don't be afraid? You burned out my eyes.

What are you?

Mortals can't look upon my true form.

I'm Castiel, an angel of the Lord.

*gapes*

You're... you're an angel.

You don't think you could have said so a little sooner??

Would you have believed me?

Yes.

*blank yet slightly surprised expression*

Most mortals don't. *takes a step towards her* I warned you though.

*slight, sad smile on her lips, despite herself*

I heard you the first time.

I'm not most mortals. And I was looking for something that could drag a man out of hell. An angel could do it.

You could hear me. Why wouldn't my words suffice?

*rough voice, but...* Nobody better. *quietly* I'm so sorry, Pam.

Not your fault, sweetie. My own stupid fault for pushing when I should know better.

You were only doing it to help me out. I should... we should've done more research beforehand. Or whatever.

Far as I heard from Bobby you had a handprint, a clearing, and a lot of noise to go on, plus the fact that you were out of hell. Not a lot there to do research on.

There's no one to blame for this but me, Dean, so let me take responsibility for my own actions, okay?

*sighs and nods, then after a beat realizes that's not likely to work* Yeah. Still sorry I got you dragged into that fix. And... thanks.

You're welcome. And don't worry too much about it. From what Castiel says you've got bigger problems.

Yeah, himself being among them. *shrugs* Me having problems? Nothing new.

Okay, if angels have problems the world's really in trouble.

What's up, sweetie?

*snorts* If angels didn't have problems, the'd be still up safe and snug upstairs where they clearly are more comfortable. They've got big time problems, that's for sure.

Hmph. Learning way too much, way too hard. D'you believe in destiny?

I believe we make our own destiny by our choices. Maybe we don't know all the consequences of our choices when we make them, but...

No, I don't believe we're all destined to be or do one thing or another.

Well, that's refreshing, especially after freak-boy's 'all roads lead to the same destination' bull.

*sighs* Yeah. No, we don't know all the consequences when we choose. *hey, it's a lesson they both know now...*

Freak boy?

Someone give you a lecture on how you're destined to be a soldier, Sam's destined to be whatever he is, and we're all destined for a bad ending?