When the angels fell, you weren't spared. Of course, you didn't expect to be. But your first thought as a human on earth was to find the Winchester brothers. Castiel trusted them, after all.

After several days of travel, you made your way to a city cemetery in the Midwest. A man stood over a burning grave, and you knew it was one of the men you were looking for. Sam seemed to sense your presence, quickly turning around and aiming a handgun at you.

"Who are you?"