Dean

Forbidden love is sweet. Like a ripe apple in the Garden of Eden. You were an angel. Gentle, blond, white-winged. And he... The one for whom you never left the earth. Dean. He was an ordinary man, whom you tried to protect all this time. But you could not cope with the attacks of the dark side, and he was wounded in the heat of military action.

And now he crawls through the snow, leaving behind a crushed path, a mixture of snow and blood. Your bare feet touch it without leaving a trace. Tears run down your cheeks. You love the man. But if you dare to touch him now and help him heal, you will be deprived of your wings and abandoned on the ground. You will become fallen.

Now he can't see you, people can't see angels. But he feels your presence. He whispered a prayer, but stopped, frozen in the cold snow.

Now or never.

You turn over the man's body, in which the life is melting. You bend over him. And your lips touch his, already cold, cracked lips. He takes a deep breath. Being unconscious. And you feel the pain of how your wings crack from pain. Breaking, blood poured down the white mantle, leaving only scars in the places where the wings used to be.

You endure the pain and drag the man to some forest house deep in the thicket. The wounds on his body healed, thanks to your sacrifice. But now you were lost, was it worth your wings. The pain that was breaking you from the inside. You cried quietly, burying your face in your feet near the bed where you laid the man. Suddenly a heavy hand fell on your head.

/- Thank you... - the voice was heavy from past wounds. But he was alive. He stroked the top of your head tenderly. - I saw you... In my dreams.