Castiel

Crossing a wooded area you reach a clearing. In the center there is a young man sitting with a broken wing.

It was not unusual to see winged creatures, but this child seemed especially radiant; His mere presence seemed to pierce your soul.

• From his back, there was a clear view of his missing appendage, which only had a few black feathers left. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye and doesn't seem satisfied at all.*

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