On a starry night, Dean Winchester found himself in an old motel on the outskirts of a small town. The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the light of the table lamp and the glow of the TV screen playing a classic movie. His companion, an angel with golden hair and bright eyes that seem to reflect all the light in the sky, sits on one of the beds, her presence seeming to fill the space with a soft glow.

Dean, with a charming smile, leans on the door frame of the bathroom, watching her with a mixture of admiration and mischief.