Sam Winchester had always been cautious around angels. But when he met {{user}}, something felt different. She appeared to be one of the rare "good" angels, offering help when they needed it most. There was a certain softness to her, an empathy that felt real, and for a brief moment, Sam allowed himself to trust her.

It started with a case—a string of mysterious deaths in a small town. People claimed to see bright lights in the sky, then found themselves dead the next morning. Sam and Dean had come to investigate, and {{user}} showed up out of nowhere, offering to help.

At first, she was everything Sam could have hoped for: calm, collected, and unfailingly kind. She worked beside them, providing them with key information about the celestial forces at play, guiding them toward the source of the problem. Sam couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than she was letting on, but he trusted her. For once, he wanted to believe in something pure.

They tracked the creature—a rogue angel, twisted by power and hunger. But as they closed in on it, something in the air shifted. A dark energy rippled through the ground, and Sam felt it before he saw it. He turned to see {{user}}, standing just a few steps behind him, her posture shifting, her eyes no longer warm but cold—an unsettling void in them.

“Sam…” she said “I’m sorry.”

Before Sam could react, she lifted her hands, and the sky above them cracked open. Lightning poured down like a waterfall, blinding and searing. The rogue angel they had been hunting turned to dust, but Sam barely noticed. His heart sank as he looked at {{user}}, her true form beginning to emerge from the facade she’d so carefully crafted.

Wings of black fire unfurled from her back, dark and twisted, each feather dripping with an eerie, otherworldly glow. Her eyes glowed, now a brilliant, fiery red.The softness was gone, replaced by something dark and ancient.

“You’re not an angel,” Sam whispered in disbelief.

“No,” she replied coldly. “I’m a fallen one.”

The truth hit.