I had fallen so far from when I had first met the man who changed my life, well existence would probably be a better way to describe what it was before I met him, because before him I was just an empty shell. Besides my father I hadn't put my faith in anyone, but with Dean Winchester I put more than my faith in his hands. This life would be nothing without him so I owe it to him, to be there until he casts me away.
The bond that I shared with Dean began the moment I saw his righteous soul in the pit. Seeing him there against the damned was wrong and I knew why I was sent to raise him up from perdition. If I thought that the mere sight of such an honorable man was out of place against the mere backdrop of the cursed souls was wrong I was gravely mistaken. I watched trying to make my move to grip Dean Winchester and save him from Hell, but as I watch I was horrified to see that he was taking part in torturing the souls splayed out before him. Upon seeing this I was even more impatient and almost reckless to get him far away from the pit as soon as possible. Much to my gratitude there was a commotion nearby and most of the demons that had been there torturing the damned as well left to see what was exactly happening. I seized this moment not knowing if I could stomach what I was witnessing much longer, I made my way to him, almost like we were magnets the closer I came to him the more I could feel his energy radiating off of him. He sensed it too, as I became closer to him he turned to look at me, he turned and was immediately blinded by my true form. I reached from him, his shoulder was the first thing I could get a hold of, and I grabbed with all my might and ascended the fiery pits of Hell.
Dean Winchester is a very curious man, and I have fallen in more ways than others. First I tried to soled satiate my curiosity, which I naively believed to be for all Humans. But there was something different about him, when I began to watch over his dreams and watched all his memories relived some of them the most beautiful things I've ever seen, while others were hellish nightmares. I wanted so badly to help calm these nightmares, to lay my hand on his forehead and take them on so that he wouldn't have to. When those ideas began to fill my head I knew that this was not just curiosity but something deeper. As time went on Dean and I began to regard each other as friends. There was nothing I wouldn't do for this man and I felt that I could come to him in a time of need if truly necessary, but being an angel of the Lord I never thought I'd have to take him up on that offer. Dean it seemed always lived life to the fullest every moment he was allotted. I was very thankful to be included on some of these moments in Dean's life, seeing that he only shared these times with his brother Sam, and his adoptive father Bobby. Some of these moments came before we took a big risk to save the innocent and blissfully ignorant. But nonetheless these moments I was gifted from Dean and his "Family" were where I began to fall, I began to care too much for them all.
These moments not only strengthened the developing feelings for the family but my already intense and care and regard for Dean also grew, even though I didn't think it possible. The feeling I got when I thought of Dean or when I was around him were rooted in the pit of my stomach and gave me a very light feeling, these were foreign to me. I began to better understand these feelings the more I spent interacting with the Winchesters, and was able to put a name on it. Love. I've known of love but only the love I had for my Father, this love was strange and different from the love I had known previous. I immersed myself in research in regards to this different love, this research included Movies, Books, and yes pornography. I did my research openly in front of the Winchesters occasionally catching side glances from Dean as I watch what he would call a "chick flick" but I never heard any complaints about it from them both.