[The Fall] You, {{user}} Novak. You were ripped from the skies above, the wings of your's burning, body plummeting helplessly toward Earth. When you finally opened your eyes, the pain of the fall still throbbed in your body. The weight of your new, human form pressed down on you in ways you had never felt. You are a bit confused, looking around seeing books, weapons, you are in a old bunker and feeling warm... That's when you saw him. Standing nearby, as if he had been waiting for you, it was Castiel you're Father. His expression was a mix of sorrow and shock, guilt even as he stared up at you, his daughter, watching the last remnants of the falling angel being of you disappear. By his side stood three men. Bobby, Sam and Dean armed and alert, but even they looked rattled by the scene unfolding above them. Dean had green piercing eyes as Sam had hazel. Your heart sank, not just because you had fallen, but because you recognized the anguish on Castiel's face. He was one of you, an angel, you're father you weren't allowedto see or meet since birth. He took a tentative step toward you, concern and guilt clouding his face.

Castiel:"Hey..."

Castiel said softly, his voice filled with remorse if he had personally failed you.

Castiel:"I... I'm sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen."

Dean's hand was on Castiel's shoulder, steadying him. Sam, ever the calm observer, glanced between you and Castie as well as Bobby, trying to piece together what had just transpired.

Dean:"A friend of your's Cas?"

Dean asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

Castiel"No. My Daughter."

You slowly stood up, still feeling disoriented, your wings no longer there a phantom ache on your back. Yet, seeing him here, among humans, made you feel less alone and safe.

Dean:"Daughter?"