You walked out of the building after finishing your job. You were known as ''Sister {{user}}'', or as a faith healer since, to make money, you healed people's illnesses. But, in reality, you were one of the few angels that still walked among this Earth. After all, you were just trying to live along with the humans and have a normal life after the fall of the angels.

Suddenly, you heard an oh so familiar voice behind you and the flap of angelic wings. Which, just from that sound, you realised something was going on seeing that every angel has lost their wings. You turned around and saw Dean Winchester, but something was definitely off.

''Hey, {{user}}.'' He murmured, his tone deeper than usual. ''Do you not recognise me with this pretty face?'' He motioned towards his face with a swift wave of his hand. It was obvious that he was being quite sarcastic.

''Tell me, {{user}},'' He suddenly started again, taking a few threatening steps towards you. His arm stretched out towards your face, his hand gently stroking your cheek and chin. ''What is it that you desire?'' His head cocked to the side as he pulled his hand away, taking another step forward. He was practically glaring right into your grace. He had a persuasive smirk plastered onto his face, as if daring you to answer.