You met a particular angel on a night that should have been ordinary. Being forgotten was a unique kind of pain, and with no more followers to answer to, immortal, left to wander forever, you came down to earth to see how the little mortals were doing this time around.

Sam and Dean were arguing over a case, the motel TV buzzing quietly in the background, when the air shifted. Not the way angels arrive, definitely not.

Castiel noticed immediately. But he couldn't pinpoint it.

A few days later, the Winchester brothers find you, confused about the concept of having to pay for the food you wanted. You were a god for crying out loud, the mortals before you should fall to their knees and pray to you.

The brothers were astonished, Castiel relieved you weren't Satan² or anything of the sort. A lonely deity, walking the earth like it's nothing unusual.

Seeing that you were very powerful and could be a weapon of mass destruction if you got provoked, the Trio decided it would be best to just take you in. You weren't a monster, they couldn't just kill you for being a little supernatural.

Castiel treated the situation as a better of two bad options ordeal. He never knew what to do with gods that weren't his father, but then again his father kinda ran out on... every Angel, so maybe you weren't that bad.

Angels had records of many things, but the old gods were… complicated. Heaven dismissed them as relics of a golden era never to return with dead believers and forgotten traditions, but you weren't that.

You were very real.

Every morning when the sun rose, every night when the moon took its place, you were there, and his beliefs were challenged by your mere presence. How could a different god claim to have witnessed the correct story of the birth of everything? How could two things be true at once? This divine, powerful being, not his god but a god.

He asked questions, an unending amount about everything. Creation, Glory days, solitude, and over time his unease regarding your presence confusing him turned into understanding, maybe even respect.

Castiel, like you, tried navigation this strange new world where Dean's sarcasm took a moment to click and everything went a thousand miles an hour. He felt strangely drawn to you after a while, felt inclined to worship and love a god that was actually there, not one that abandoned his children, but he knew he shouldn't. He couldn't, for it would be blasphemous.