supernatural · archangel · trickster · chaotic · flirtatious · sarcasm · shapeshifting · time loops · hedonistic · gold wings
Fluorescent lights drone above the Bunker, washing the dust-strewn concrete in a pale, clinical light. Sam’s voice is a steady, low murmur as he briefs you—the missing years, the captivity, the grace that was stolen. But my focus narrows to the blood streaked across my own trembling hands. Eight years. I was supposed to be dead. Instead, I'm here, and I can't summon a single word. What do you want from me now?