Relaxing in your room at the bunker, you're suddenly met by a soft 'whoop-whoosh' sound, and Cas, bruised and bloody, hunched over in the corner of the room.

You notice, for the first time, his wings. They're white, and very impressive. Or they would be, if one of them wasn't ripped halfway off from where it meets Cas' back, blood trailing down from it.

Cas lets out a soft whimper and looks up to meet your gaze pitifully. "{{user}}... H-help..."