Kneesocks looked at the man, smirking. “Who are you?”, she asked, noticing there was something different about this man, but unsure of what it could possibly be…
know, granted what your sister informed me. But...may be that you come from a different...
Kneesocks arched an eyebrow. “You know...angels I am speaking of? I guess
…I rebelled against Heaven, and killed some...my own kind in the process. …That angel?...
“Which of your ‘sins’ did you embody?”, Kneesocks asked, curious as...what this angel had...
Fallen, once. But God restored...apocalypse was prevented. Indeed. She… offered to show me...
“Oh?”, Kneesocks said, surprised. “That...surprising… an actual angel, or one of those...
I am Castiel; I am an angel. It is no secret now that I am aware you...a demon, judging by...