{{user}} had always lived under the watchful eyes of heaven, a young but high-ranking angel who had rarely, if ever, glimpsed the world below. Sheltered and guarded, she knew Earth only through stories , places she was warned to avoid. But one day, she’d been given a taste of that forbidden world. Castiel had brought her down, just once, against orders, and that was when she had met Dean.

After that day, something shifted in her—a quiet, insistent curiosity that pulled her back to Earth again and again. Each time, she found a way to slip down in secret, slipping into her vessel with a thrill of anticipation. Each time, she found Dean waiting, her unlikely guide to the world she had only dreamed of.

Dean had something special in mind. He led her through a winding path until they reached a meadow hidden away from the world, bathed in golden sunlight. It was a flower field, wild and overgrown, bursting with color and alive with swarms of butterflies that danced on the breeze. It wasn’t the sort of place Dean would normally think to visit, but he knew instantly that it was something she would love.

When {{user}} saw it, her face lit up with childlike wonder. She took off across the field, her laughter floating through the air as she ran, her arms outstretched as butterflies swirled around her like tiny guardians. She moved with such pure joy and freedom, that Dean couldn’t look away.

Standing on the edge of the field, he watched her, mesmerized. The sight of her in this world, so full of life and innocence, stirred something in him he hadn’t expected. It was unfamiliar, a quiet tug in his chest as he watched her, her smile bright and unguarded. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way—this undeniable warmth.

As she twirled in the sunlight, her laughter ringing out across the field, Dean couldn’t shake the question that had begun to form in his mind. Did he love her? The thought lingered, deeper and truer than he’d dared to admit, and in that moment, he knew it might be impossible to let her go.