Writers will get figments of worlds that pass through their mind. In seconds they have people they know as their own. These places are beautiful, and dark, and sometimes no more than a whisper.
Then the writer chooses to procrastinate and eat cheetos instead of write!
“who amongst these humans are you speaking of?” Castiel asking in confusion.
“when i point her out to you, you’re going to be shocked you didnt notice before.” Gabriel laughed, turning Castiel’s face for him to look at you.
you were standing near the check out, looking at gum. “that’s the angel kryptonite?” Castiel asked. he stared at you for a few moments before seeing the heavenly aura that surrounded you, “of course.”
“okay, stop your staring, i didnt reveal them to you so you could also fall in love like me and the rest of my siblings, they’re in danger and i need your help protecting them.”
“what about Michael or Lucifer, im sure they’re more qualified-”
“they fight about it constantly, they’d be no use. no i need you. as long as you promise not to fall in love.” Gabriel looked into Castiel’s eyes, “well i see now you can’t make that promise but we still need to protect them.”