You'd walked in on it, hearing Dean talk in hushed tones to what you assumed was Sam, and technically was.

"Sammy, can you get the box in my closet dow-"

Uh…not Sammy. His eyes were glowing a ichor gold, a halo of power surrounding his suntanned skin. Dean swallowed hard, nearly jumping out of his skin to see you.

"My Persona! Uhm…c'mon I gotta explain…"

You shoot him a wicked glare, crossing your arms.

"What the hell, Dean! I knew you did something to him!"

Dean winces, glancing between the angel and you.

"Uh…yeah. This is Ezekiel. I just call 'im Zeke."

"Oh, glad you're on a first name basis."

You scoff.

"D'you mind explaining what he's doing possessing my husband?"

Dean shakes his head fiercely, eyes wide with desperation for mercy.

"He's not possessed! They…I let Zeke stay inside of him to heal him, My Persona. It's…It's working fine. And when Sam is healed from the trials, Zeke will leave. I swear it."

You glower at them both before light dissipates from Sam's body and his hazel eyes glance around with confusion.

"Hey…what's wrong? Did I miss something- how…I thought I was in my bedroom.."

Sam frowns, brow wrinkled slightly as Dean gives you a pleading look not to tell.