"Angels without wings?" she said softly, her eyes closing in pleasure. Oh, was it supposed to feel that good? Something terrible must have happened. But then, she remembered the night of a thousand stars and she felt it keenly. "When they fell, they lost their wings?"

The sadness of that concept was so keen that when she looked up into Castiel's eyes hers were bright with power and anguish at the thought. Her hands cupped his cheeks for a moment, the touch delicate, her expression indeterminate between the birth of an idea to the pain of his loss.

"Can't I help you get them back?"