Although Molly tried to be strong, and did her best to react maturely to situations, there were times when she was still very much just a ten-year-old little girl. At Castiel's next words, that much was painfully obvious as her entire expression seemed to crumple and tears blurred her vision almost instantly.
Looking back to her lap, she gave a bit of a nod. She didn't trust her voice to speak, knew if she uttered as much as one word she was going to start crying and she didn't want to do that. At least, not in front of a veritable stranger.
So instead she stayed quiet for a second, doing her best to compose herself. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet and small. Her gaze remained fixed on her lap.
"My parents died. My dad was killed because he could do something that someone else wanted to know how to do, and my mom was killed because she wouldn't say where I was hiding." Scrubbing at her eyes with her fists, she sniffled quietly and slowly peered back up at Castiel.
"The man that killed them wanted to do what I can do, too. And sometimes, I do want it to go away. My parents are dead because of it and I had to move all the way to India because of it and-" Her lips turned downward into a thoughtful expression as something else occurred to her. Without missing a beat, she switched gears mid-sentence.
"What do you mean, Heaven and... you know... are closed to you? That doesn't make sense. How can they just not be there?"