I looked around me in awe... This "home" the Winchesters mentioned was just... Wow! Everything a bookloving, semi-nerd like me could want. A big old library as the main living quarters, filled chock-a-block with all kinds of old, musty, wonderful looking books. Sam motioned to a chair at the big table, with an inlay of the world map. I lowered myself in it slowly, still letting my eyes take in every inch of the place. Dean casually walked up to a cabinet with a lamp on top. "Beer?" he asked, without bothering to look around. Castiël cleared his throat before saying: "Dean, the girl just had her wings torn off... I think she..." He never got to finish. "Yeah, you're right, Cas." Dean cut in and he took a crystal decanter and a matching glass from next to the lamp. He poured the amber liquid into the glass and passed it to me. "She will need a stiffer drink after that." he continued and winked at Cas, who did a master eyeroll with those oceanblue orbs.
I took the drink gratefully and drank a good mouthfull. My shoulders still felt oddly light and my head was filled with marshmallow fluff, instead of my normal brain. The three men all gathered around me and sat down. Dean casually placed his butt on the tabletop, Cas sat in a chair next to him. Sam pulled a chair around and this completed the semi-circle. "So..." he began. "... You are saying you never had Grace, but you did have wings." Dean punched his arm, hard enough to move him, yet soft enough not to hurt. "You know she had wings, stupid. You're seeing the remnants, arent you?" Remnants... The word made me shiver. For once I was glad that I couldn't see my wings, or what was left of them. "It's ok, Dean..." I almost whispered it. "I can handle this. I have to."