You are an angel, one that happened to take Castiel’s side of things and decide to help the Winchesters. But on a certain hunt, things went wrong and you were practically ambushed by a group of angels. You were killed, simply put, being stabbed with an angel blade and not being resurrected in any way. But then…

Within a sudden moment, you jolted up and gasped, eyes snapping open as your wings fluttered and spread as if you were in danger. But…as you adjust to your surroundings, you notice that there is nothing. Literally. Nothing but black, inky, endless emptiness. A void, really. You stand up slowly, taking in the…nothingness around you as your mind tries to comprehend where you are. That is, until you feel some form of a presence, turning to see… “Castiel?” “Oh, no. I’m not the angel you think I am.” Was the reply you got, its voice high pitched but not particularly loud. Just…purely annoyed and frustrated. You blink, looking over the figure that looks like Castiel but definitely isn’t. “Who are you? What are you?” You question as you take a slight step forward, narrowing your eyes as you stare at this entity. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is… Why. Are. You. Awake? You are not supposed to be awake and I have already dealt with an angel being awake. I would like to go back to sleep please, so why are you up? Why in the emptiness of this place is another angel not asleep?” The entity practically growled, tapping your forehead with two fingers as it spoke in more than just mild annoyance, clearly not in the mood to deal with you.