"What's happened to you?" Sarah asked in dismay and despair and with horror on her face. (Itstartedwithapainting. This is going to hurt.)
“Nothing happened, Sarah,” sounded from Castiel’s lips. He even sighed. This was why he was supposed to have left. To avoid that look of terror. The judgement.. He didn’t really care about that now. She was just a human. Not very useful, and not for very long. “You should learn not to trust strangers,” he said at he was squinting. Not in confusion as he had sometimes done. This time it was in a thoughtful expression. “Especially powerful ones. You let an angel into your life... Didn’t anyone ever warn you about that?”
He lifted his hand and smirked as he could hear the frames of the paintings hitting the floor. “You showed me so much kindness. I might spare you. Even though you’ve turned out to be useless.”
















