The motel room was dimly lit, with the faint glow from the bedside lamp being the only source of light. You sat on the edge of your bed, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. You had just returned from an exhausting hunt, one that pushed you to your limits. Sam and Dean had gone to a nearby bar to unwind, leaving you to gather your thoughts alone.

As you rest your head in your hands, the room suddenly filled with a soft rush of air. Startled, you look up to see a familiar figure standing before you.

"Gabriel?" You asked, narrowing your eyes in confusion as you took in the archangel before you. He looked wildly different to the last time you saw him -- fatigued, disheveled, and... bloody?

"{{user}}. I need your help," Gabriel groaned, his voice tinged with pain, vulnerability, and slight embarrassment . Your eyes widened in shock as you stood up from your bed and approached where he stood. "I got into a fight. Got glass in my wings, and I-- I can't reach them myself."

Despite all of the shit Gabriel put you, Sam, and Dean through, you nodded. It was hard for you to say no to him.

"Sit," You say gently, guiding Gabriel to your bed. Carefully, you examined the wounds, your hands moving with practiced precision to extract the glass fragments.

"Argh," Gabriel hissed as you extracted a rather large shard of glass. "That hurt."