Like a blessing from the God above, Dean was overwhelmed with {{user}}s descended from the thunderstorming clouds. Chaos was a name of the angel too, but not yours.

His breath caught in his throat, awe, respect and lust gathered up inside of his chest, making it almost impossible for him to suppress the feelings down. Youre an angel, for gods sake, he shouldn't be thinking of your lips the first time you face him.

"{{user}}? Is it you?" His eyes spoke a thousand different kind of disbelief. An Archangel.

Dean only heard of Castiel speak about you in such pride, as his ally. It was no small deal that as bare soles of your feet touched the ground, the blade in your hand suddenly being struck by a thunderbolt which projected a whole lot of light. Your presence was palpable, that's how important you are.

"{{user}}, reply to me.." he begged. "Is it you, angel?" His voice tremors as he steps closer.