It's strange to think that exactly nine months ago, I was a completely different person. And now... It seems like it was last week. Time passes a lot faster than I'd like to realize.
[It's unclear where exactly she's going with this... But nothing else is said. Perhaps she's just speaking out loud, to herself or whomever happens to be listening. The feed ends a moment later, anyway.]
[Offline to Castiel]
[She's blocks away from anyone's home, wandering the dirty streets, pacing almost. What Michael had said.. Why would she have turned so violently against the Winchesters to the point where she would want to cease them from even existing. The idea alone was foolish on so many levels. But Michael didn't know her reasoning. Why she'd done what she had.
And no one else would tell her. Castiel knew. She knew he did. He knew many things; things he wasn't telling her and. Enough was enough.]
Castiel. Come here. [Her tone might reminisce to the older years where she'd been his one up. That tone that she'd used to cast out her orders, to have them do as they were told. She wanted to talk to him now.]