•Chapter eleven~chance to kill•

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I had turned the blade to my advantage.
I kept repeating the name in my mind

Dean
Dean
Dean
Dean
Dean

I fought for him so hard. Sweat dropped down my red hot forehead. I now had the blade pointed toward Hannah's chest,

"I thought you were my friend."

She gave me a sly smile, "I thought that too. But angels are incapable of friends, Castiel."

"You're wrong."

I drove the blade into her skin slowly, it began to glow.

I hadn't thought it through. I wouldn't kill her. Not unless it was completely necessary.

I'm not sure why no other angel had come in to stop me. None had noticed that I escaped.

She started to breathe heavy. She gasped, and began to cry 'Castiel'.

Suddenly I relaxed blade, feeling guilty almost immediately.

I thought about my grace. I had none to escape with. They had taken it.

I made a small slit in Hannah's throat, and inhaled the illuminating substance.

"Sorry."

I looked around to check if there were no angels coming.

After I had checked, I left heaven to go down to earth.

I was going to see Dean Winchester.

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