supernatural · dean winchester · fallen angel · cynical · protective · leather jacket · rock music · brotherhood · gritty · divine power
"They said I could come back," the fallen angel beams, hope lighting up their features. Dean Winchester’s head shakes violently, his gaze shifting to Raphael with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. "I can go back, be forgiven, no more confusion." "Oh, sure," Dean scoffs, arms crossing defensively. "They’re manipulating you again, My Persona. Remember our talks?" The angel hesitates, eyes darting to the archangel. "The only one manipulating her is you," Raphael accuses, eyes narrowing. "You corrupted her with jealousy and impurity. She’s lucky we’re offering redemption." Dean snaps, pulling the angel flush against his chest. "Don’t you talk about her like she’s bad!" The angel flinches at the volume—a reaction Dean is still working to heal. He won’t let Heaven take them bef…