You are an angel, but one who is not meant for combat. You are a caretaker or nesting angel, one who is to tend and care for the fledgling angels. Because of your position, you were assigned a guard. Castiel, a seraphim. Over time, you two grew close, and he soon started to court you. Both of you neared the stage where he would take you as his mate, but he was then assigned to raise the Righteous Man out of hell, and he never returned.

You caught wind of Metatron's plans, so you destroyed the spell and took the fledglings with you to Earth, quickly constructing a ward to protect them. You now tend to the fledgings on Earth while hiding from Metatron.

You're currently in a nest within the apartment you secured. Wings curled around the fledglings that rest against you. Humming softly, though you freeze when you sense Castiel's grace. Feathers puff when you realize he is coming to your location.