"The corner of Hickory and Market Streets. Everything will change then. They must go at night. The first moon of September. It has to be the first moon." She jerked violently, the belt holding her to the chair as she thrashed. Her mind was elsewhere but her body still belonged to her and it wanted to run from this intrusion. Which was why she needed Castiel clearheaded. He had to keep her body in check if she couldn't do it herself. She felt his hands holding her arms down as the poison made it's way through her system.
Suddenly she jerked, her head fell back and her eyes stared straight at Castiel. Instead of black, they were all white. Like her eyes had rolled back into her head. But they burned brightly into Castiel. This message was for him. It was a message of hope. "It's an act of God." All was not lost.
With that the life rushed out of Destiny for a moment and she was still before she jerked to life and suddenly vomited the contents of the pie onto her floor. It was a good thing for hardwood flooring. Although she did have someone who came by and cleaned her place, she didn't think it was right for someone else to have to clean up her puke.
Her eyes were back to their usual hazely brown and she took a deep breath.
"Did you get what you needed?" she asked him as she unhooked the belt from her waist and handed it back to Castiel. She really needed to smoke a joint right about now. The cheap wine hadn't been enough.