"Don't you think there's a reason souls become corrupted? Or there's a reason that humans turn towards something darker? All we do is watch and listen, but our father doesn't help at all," she spat, the word tasting 'bitter' on her tongue. "Even if he is corrupted, he's a better man than many of the supernaturals out there. He has more humanity in him than thousands of them."
Sighing, Natasha shook her head. Maybe it was like talking to a wall, but she didn't stop. "I was once like you, Castiel, where I obeyed every order and never questioned a thing. I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know how you can keep doing so. I mean, this whole master and slave thing, you can just accept it all so easily?"