Broken wings (A destiel fic)

Prequel

!!!! Disclaimer!!!!- {I don't own any of the characters in this story. All credit of characters and main storylines goes to the writer, actors, and creators of this storyline. I'm just the writer of this fanfic!!!!!!}

Prologue

                                              Angels are real, and so is any other monster that has ever preoccupied your nightmares. Okay, now reread that statement. Reread it again, because that single statement is so very important to the story I'm about to tell you. There is one entity in particular that has a key role in this story. His name was Castiel, and he was an angel. But Castiel wasn't exactly like the other angels before him. Or maybe he was. But that was before he met a human. But not just ANY human. He met THE human. The person he would raise from hell. The human who would change him from the empty emotionless chess piece he was for so long to an angel who would be so full of emotion, he would be willing to sacrifice himself for the world. The person who would teach him what it meant to be human. The Man who would gradually own his wings. The person he would gradually fall in love with... He did fall in love with him, right?? See, I said right, because you don't know. Not really. To know the answer to that question, you have to hear their whole story. From beginning to end.. From both sides. And from both of their hearts. 

                                  The human I was talking of earlier was named Dean Winchester. He wasn't like other humans either. He wasn't, because Chuck made him the hero of his game. And just like all heroes, he wouldn't get the chance to stand still like the air on a hot summer day. No, their story is like the wind in a tornado. Their story first started when Castiel raised Dean from hell. It ended with a battle against God himself. Their story is not an easy one. But if it was, would it really be worth telling?