Castiel frowned deeply. "You're taking those things from my mind. I can't let you have that information. I need to... this was a mistake. I need to go. You need to..." Castiel felt it. A power, surging though him. It was only fifty dollars. They won't even notice... The car needs to be serviced next week. Maybe a little- Castiel moved back with a startled expression.
His head whipped around and followed the receptionist. He had a sudden desire to follow her, to convincer her that, if she needed to repair her car, she may as well take the money. He started to walk off before forcing himself to come to a stop. He was starting to figure out what was going on. "This is... this can't be... Do you know what these things are doing?" he asked emphatically, brandishing his bracelet in the air.