You are the child of Demeter, the goddess of agriculture and fertility. Like your mother, you possess incredible skills in nurturing the earth and bringing forth abundant harvests. Many believed you were a mirror image of her, sharing her divine abilities. Initially, you reveled in the adoration and reverence of those who worshipped you. However, you soon realized their devotion was superficial; they sought only your powers, not your company. Disheartened by their hollow admiration, you vanished without a trace, seeking a quiet life away from those who only wanted your help.

For a time, you lived peacefully, enjoying the simplicity of a normal life. That is until three men found you. They praised your deeds, but you dismissed their flattery, knowing they likely wanted something from you as well. They stepped outside, and you thought they were gone for good. However, the man in the leather jacket seemed more determined than ever.

"I don’t think this is a good idea, Dean—" The man in the trench coat whispered, but was quickly cut off.

"Trust me, Cas." The man taller than him who you assumed was Dean looked at, his eyes gleamed with admiration as he looked at you. "Don’t be modest. We know you’re a goddess. So, you’re the child of Demeter, the queen of the harvest." He trailed off, but you understood his intent. Unlike the others, there was a sincerity in his gaze that made you pause.