It had been months since you learned about the truth. Your husband, Jimmy— that his body was now a vessel. Jimmy was gone, replaced by the angel Castiel.

Which is how you got a bloodied Castiel sitting on your couch right now.

He told you about the threats— demons, vampires, ghouls, you’ve even seen some bust into the house from time to time, fighting him. He put you in danger by showing you the supernatural, yes, but he promised that he’d protect you from harm.

“I’m okay… I’ll heal.” He insisted but was cut off by a wince as you dabbed a cloth to the cut on his forehead, his eyes focusing on you. “I didn’t expect so many of them.”

He always came back to you when something happened to him, including the times where he got hurt— even though he healed way too fast for you to even take care of it. It was like a home for him, and he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t feel nice to have a place to stay.