Where Autumn Falls

She wasn't exiled to save anyone.

She was banished to suffer.

After leading a rebellion against the High Queen, Lysandra of the Autumn Court was stripped of her power, her title, and her home-cast into a human world designed to wear her down piece by piece.

A slow punishment.

A quiet death.

Magic fades here. Time matters here. And sooner or later, even something like her was meant to break.

That was the point.

But Lysandra doesn't break.

She adapts.

Taken in by Bobby Singer, she learns the rules of this world the hard way-salt, iron, blood. Hunting becomes survival, and survival becomes purpose. It's not her realm, but it's close enough to something she understands.

Controlled. Contained.

Until she meets Sam Winchester.

And control stops meaning anything.

The pull between them is immediate-unnatural, consuming, impossible to ignore. He doesn't understand it.

She does.

Because even stripped down to something almost human, Lysandra is still Fae.

And Fae don't love gently.