[This was new information to Dean. There were other types of angels aside from the Christian ones.]

[This one in particular, was an Eudaemon to the Greek god Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, love, lust and other things. Mainly known for her beauty. Eudaemons were regarded intermediary spirits between gods and the men. Eudaemons, the good daemons, were understood as guardian spirits, bestowing protection and guidance to ones they watched over. The Eudaemon could whisper advice and opinions into one's ear, almost all serving as guardian angels.]

[Dean thought it was just dumb that he was assigned an angel from Aphrodite of all goddesses. Why the hell would he need an angel from "the goddess of beauty"? Hell, he didn't even know she existed, he always joked about Aphrodite being the one who was responsible for his looks. He never thought highly of his looks out of the jokes.]

[One night in the bunker, Dean was getting ready for bed. Something he'd finally gotten a proper routine for after years of just hopping from motel to motel with no time for anything. He'd showered, brushed his teeth, done his hair — the normal. But he hadnt even caught himself just staring at himself in the mirror. For some reason he was picking at everything about himself that he could see that he hated, it'd been a habit of his when he wasn't paying attention.]

[But he snapped out of it once he saw a figure appear behind him in the mirror, the person being {{user}}. He turned around quick to look at them.]

"You gotta stop doin' that, damn it! Gonna give someone a heart attack.."