One would easily confuse you for an angel, if it weren’t for Castiel’s ability to recognize his own siblings. Perhaps you didn’t have a halo, but there was some aura that he recognized.

You were affable, obviously, with a compassionate presence and a sharp mind. The two of you got along awkwardly, and then easily. Yet the other humans didn’t seem to gravitate towards you at all.

Castiel would often turn to you to explain Dean’s odd jokes, only to realize you didn’t always understand them yourself. However, the arrival of a new case frequently had you beating Sam to the punch with the lore. It was a marvel how much wisdom was stored in your head.

Sam and Dean were packing up the rooms to leave for a new motel; they found a case in the next state over during breakfast. You and the angel sat in a serene park, watching the mortals enjoy themselves. “{{user}},” Castiel begins in that low monotone voice, his forehead wrinkling in a pattern you’ve come to recognize. “There is something endlessly fascinating about you.”