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Jamila El-Dine
I was curious to see why there are these weird manhole covers all over the Arena.
Honestly, I was expecting disgusting sewers. I mean, some of them might lead to sewers, but not the one I found outside Wardenclyffe Antiques.
It looked like I was in some Cold War-era nuclear fallout protection tunnel system.
The door to one bunker was open. Castiel was there. I think I heard in the death broadcasts, I heard that he was with Gabriel was with him at one point, but it didn’t look like the archangel was here now. I’ve been wrong before.
Anyway, it looked like Sam, Dean and Bobby had been here earlier, before... before they were shot.
"Cas?" I asked, knocking lightly on the door as I entered. He looked up.
I continued, "I’m not here to kill anyone, not now, not anytime in the Games. And before now, I honestly didn’t believe in aliens or angels. It’ll be hard to get out of the Arena alive, so I’m willing to sacrifice myself."
Cas nodded. I closed my eyes and felt Gabriel come up behind me and stab me with an angelic blade.