"I don't get it."
Akeela was kicking her feet back and forth on the table, sitting just in front of her choir master, as if she was going to protect him from the ones sitting around them. She knew how he was treated by those who used him when he was needed and discarded him when his use was up.
A few sets of eyes turned to look at the fledgling for speaking out, but she ignored their looks and kept swinging her feet, looking at the great big telescope in the room across from them.
She could feel the eyes of her master on the back of her head but she ignored that too.
"What don't you get dearie?"
The fledgling finally turned, to look at the redheaded witch that had spoken in return to her comment, she frowned softly in a way that was not usually seen on the child's face.
"Don't call me that."
"Akeela."
Her masters voice is soft but it holds the slight sharp edge of warning to it.
"I don't get why we have to help you?", she turned to look at each and every one of them at the table, "You ask my master for help and will turn on the next foot and treat him badly. All of you are guilty.", her eyes locked onto the two Hunters, "You asked him for his help and after his usefulness had worn itself out you tried to imprison him again." She turned to look at Rowena, "You trapped my master", and to Crowley, "Both of you did and you hurt him. I don't like either of you. I'd kick you but I think I'd be stopped before I got to." She glared at Castiel "I just don't like you period. Enough said.", and then she went back to looking at the telescope.
"You're all bad guys, despite what you try and tell yourself to justify your actions, but at the end of the day you're all the monsters you're supposed to fight."