rwalkingsomewhere

“Who was that?” You were now back in the bunker with Sam and Dean, all dressed in your normal clothes (yours, however, were now free of flour). All traces of what had happened were now gone, and you never would have guessed that a wedding had just taken place if you hadn’t been in it. The rings were still there though. You had a silver band on your ring finger with small diamonds embedded in the silver, while Dean had a plain silver ring. Although, if you looked close enough you could see a faint design etched on. “That was Gabriel.” Sam answered for you. “He’s an Archangel.” “Archange