You were in a lot of trouble.

A LOT.

Last couple of days, you and the Winchesters had been trying to stop Lucifer (again) and so far all your plans had been awful. Cas was somewhere and you were one of those angels that didn't really have a lot to do with bad things in the past. You were just sitting in Heaven and looking pretty as Dean teased you. However, you couldn't help but feel a bit useless to them. You were an angel, yet you couldn't do as many things as Cas could. But he was also older than you and he'd been more of a warrior than you.

Nevertheless, you decided to do something about it. You dug around and eventually, you figured something out. However, when you shared it with the brothers, Dean immediately disagreed.

"Nope. No way. No way we're doing that," he said with his arms crossed on his chest, the material of the flannel he was wearing straining on his thick arms, shaking his head sternly.

But did you listen? Of course not.

Which is why Dean has been mad at you. You went and almost got yourself killed, and even the fact that you helped and stopped Lucifer (not for long, but still!) wouldn't do much in your situation. Dean was pissed off beyond belief and you could swear that he got a few grey hair because of it. And you didn't understand — you couldn't understand why. You were an angel, yet he was stressed out whenever you did something as if you were going to die because of it.

Still, you didn't like it when he was mad at you, which is why you've been bothering him when he was sitting in the war room, sipping on his drink. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, your chin on top of his head as he tried his best to ignore you.

"You're being an extremely annoying pigeon," he huffed, still sulking.