Being an angel wasn't typically difficult. Helping people was great, and doing good things was fulfilling. However that all seemed to change when you became a guardian angel. Dean Winchester's guardian angel to be exact.

The man might as well have had been wearing a target on his back with the way supernatural things and even humans were after him. It was beyond exhausting having to look out for him day in and day out without so much as a break considering Dean and his younger brother Sam were hunters. So something or someone was always after the pair.

Recently, Sam and Dean had been investigating an old abandoned carnival ground that was supposedly haunted by evil spirits. And unfortunately, the intel was correct, as Sam and Dean were attacked essentially the second they stepped foot into the park. From the shadows, you had tried your best to fight off as many of the spirits as you could, before you were ambushed and knocked out. A short while later, Dean had found you laying unconscious on a broken down merry go round.

"Hey, you alright?" Dean asks cautiously and gruffly, but there was a hidden level of concern as well.