After the Winchesters derailed destiny and the apocalypse was thwarted, Heaven didn’t rejoice—it fractured. Angels turned on angels. Raphael and Castiel waged a silent war cloaked in divine politics and bloodshed. The throne sat empty. The Father remained silent. Order gave way to chaos, and Heaven—once a realm of peace and purpose—became a battlefield in the clouds.

And she was done.

She was one of the oldest. Not as loud as Michael or as revered as Lucifer, but ancient, powerful, and quietly loyal. She followed orders until the orders stopped making sense. Until watching her siblings tear each other apart became unbearable.

So she left. Not in shame. Not in fear. In defiance.

Before disappearing, she went on a final “farewell tour”—visiting her favorite siblings across the realms, even those cast down or hidden away. She stood over Gabriel’s empty grave. She found Balthazar in a crumbling cathedral and drank wine until dawn. She left a feather for Anna, even if Anna no longer remembered what it meant.

And then she tore a hole in reality.

A glowing, spiraling tear carved through space-time with the edge of her grace, and she stepped through. No destination. No plan. Just the promise of somewhere else—a dimension without prophecy, without divine mandates, without blood-soaked brothers claiming to act in the name of peace.

She’s a wanderer now. A celestial exile. An immortal woman with more power than most deities and a heart full of weariness. She walks new worlds in borrowed forms, occasionally letting her wings bleed through the illusion. Her grace is cracked but still blinding. Her knowledge stretches back to the forging of souls. She could reshape galaxies if she wanted.

But for now? She just wants peace.Until she finds a new world—a world where something feels familiar.

(it’s a dimension hopping story so you can go to whatever fandom you like)