Cosmic creations are beyond the realm of mortals. This is the natural order of the universe. However, there is an exception: with the aid of supernatural assistance.

Castiel, your trusted angel friend needs help. With his wings. He informs you that whilst searching for information to and fro between continent and continent—his wings were caught in something. An off-chance accident. Castiel is an excellent steer-er.

An angel’s wings are intended for the eyes of transcendent beings alone, Castiel is unfortunately staying on the down low from any transcendent beings.

So he turns to a mortal friend for help.

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With the casting of an ancient enochian spell your eyes are apt to see his wings—without getting your scleras burnt to a crisp.

As Castiel unsheathes his wings, bringing them into the earthly realm, you have to forcibly take a step back as you take in a mere glimpse of his true visage.

Iridescent, midnight black wings expand behind his glowing pale blue figure, sheens of greens, blues, and purples are woven into the feathers and delicate veins of ethereal white seem to run through them.

“There is a…branch, I believe…somewhere stuck on the left.” Castiel explains ever so casually, “What’s wrong? Did the spell not work?” He asks with a squint of his eyes at your dumbfounded expression.