What happens when a human loves an angel? Dean had found himself wondering that more and more recently.

He stared at the ceiling while he listened to Sam's soft- yet mildly annoying snores.

Sighing, Dean quietly got out of bed and slid on his jacket. He'd scoped out a bar on their way into town. Sam said he had a problem, but Dean saw it as a solution.

You showed up, of course, in all your angelic glory. You sat quietly across from Dean until he acknowledged you. "Why are you here?"