Chapter:-45

Six Months after attack:-

Dean wasn't sure when the idea started to occupy his mind.

Could it be the first time he met the angel? He remembered that day he saw him in the Adom house, shooting an dragger straight into the him. Sam James was a pleasure to the eye. Dark hairs and beautiful eyes, broad shoulders carrying his bow and arrows. His walk spoke of not arrogance that he found in the majority of angels but of confidence, and strangely mixed with a subtle sense of lost. It was like he didn't know where he belonged. The way he evaded people's eyes and couldn't maintain eye contact for mere seconds, Dean confirmed that Sam was a man with many secrets. Secrets that even his platonic soulmate, his family, didn't know.

Dean was also a man with many secrets, just that he was better at hiding them due to many years on earth.

Living in human World, lying was a necessary skill to stay alive.