You. You were...not much, honestly. You had your flaws and talents, like any normal person...

That's why you were surprised to hear yelling in your living room.

You creep downstairs, cautiously tiptoeing down each step...just to see two men...no, not men. An angel and a demon. Your angel and demon. Those were your guardians. Armaro (the demon) and Castiel (the angel). They seem to be bickering and haven't noticed you just yet...