This is a sequel to Good Goodbye, since I received a lot of requests for more. Thanks for reading!

The room was bathed in an ethereal light, blinding both the hunter and angel. She squeezed her eyes shut against the brightness, pain filling her body. She felt the tearing of her wings from her body.

Then the light was gone and with it the pain that filled her. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden darkness in the room. She took a step back, nearly falling. The hunter was there in front of her, reaching an arm out to steady her. Her balance wasn't the same without her wings curled against her back. She couldn't unfurl them and steady herself anymore. She felt the distinct loss. A part of her was missing, but she would be okay without them. Humans survived their entire lives without wings.

She lifted her head, a moment of confusion filling her as she wrapped her mind around everything that had happened in those thirty seconds. She had fallen from heaven, chosen a human over her brothers and sisters, her father, God. She looked into Daryl's concern filled eyes.

He didn't know what exactly had just happened. He only knew that she appeared after he called her name, then that blinding light and she was standing before him, looking like she had just lost a piece of herself.

Gabriel will be so angry, she thought.

She moved slightly, taking a step back from the hunter who was regarding her so carefully, worry filling his gaze. Her body screamed in protest, bruises she hadn't ever felt before covered her. The fall from grace did more than she thought.

I fell for you, she thought and then repeated it aloud.

He lifted a hand as if to cup her face and let it fall back to his side. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what questions to ask.

He grinned slightly when he heard the grumble come from her belly, openly chuckled when the blonde looked down at her stomach in confusion. He gestured for her to follow him and he padded to the kitchen, opening cabinets and pulling things out as he began to prepare a simple meal.

They ate in silence. When they had both finished she simply said, "thank you,"

He knew he should say something, anything, but he hadn't ever been that great with words. He could put a sentence together here and there as needed, but this felt like anything he could say wouldn't do it justice.

She yawned, taking the need to say something about what happened away from him. "Ya should get some rest," He said after her yawn. "Ya can have my bed."

She didn't protest. She just nodded and followed behind him back to his room. He handed her a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and began to tear the bedding off. She changed quickly, efficiently while he put new sheets on the bed. He took the old sheets to the machine and grabbed a couple of blankets for himself.

"Need anything jus' tell me or help yaself." He said and began to turn around, heading back towards the couch.

"Daryl-" She called out. "Thank you, again."

He nodded. "Don' need ta thank me. After everythin' ya've ever done for me,"