"Ever since I was little," Molly admitted easily enough. Talking about the past, while not necessarily an easy thing at times, wasn't nearly as dangerous as talking about the present. "I got sick for a little while and it wouldn't work but Mohinder made me better."
She paused there and glanced back toward her lap. Memories of that time, the loss of her family, being hunted by Sylar, all of it, rushed to the surface at that simple statement. Molly hardly cried for the pain of that time anymore, but it still made her feel sad. She might have stayed slightly saddened, too, if Castiel hadn't spoken again.
When he did, she slowly turned her gaze back to him. There was a contemplative expression on her face, mixed with a slight bit of wonder at the sheer strangeness of his words. When Molly spoke again, there was a hesitant pause before she began.
"You can bring people back who have died?" She sat up a bit straighter, studying him intently. "Really bring them back to life again and everything?"