I was an angel of Heaven.
I used a human vessel,
who worked at a fast food place called Wiener Hut.
I was one of the few angels who knew Castiel,
and despite Castiel’s mistakes,
I still believed his heart was always in the right place.
I attended an auction for supernatural items,
trying to get my hands on The Word of God.
I offered The Mona Lisa and Vatican City,
but then Mrs. Tran offered her soul in exchange for the tablet and her son.
I was impressed,
and deeply moved by her courage.
Later, I was captured by the King of Hell,
who tortured me for information on the succeeding prophets.
Crowley used an angel blade to inflict damage on me,
and eventually I gave up the identity of several next-in-line prophets.
When I told Crowley the next generation of prophets wasn’t born yet,
the demon stopped the torture.
I was rescued,
only to die in the arms of Castiel.
He was being controlled by Naomi,
so I knew he didn’t mean to,
he wouldn’t have done such a thing.
Because I gave up angel secrets I knew I had to die,
I became a traitor,
but at least in death I didn’t have to deal with anymore angel business,
I was free.