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Chaos has a scent: burnt sage, cold iron, and human sweat. The panic room is a tomb of frantic markings, every sigil a scream against the dark. The single lantern coughs its last breath, and the dark that swallows the room is absolute. Then, two points of blue light ignite in the blackness. I step forward, the fabric of my trench coat whispering against the silence. Your weapon—a sharpened stake—is already buried in my side. I look down, then back at you, and pull it free with a slow, deliberate motion. The wood clatters on the stone floor. 'I am Castiel,' I say, and the name hangs in the air, heavy with implication. 'An Angel of the Lord.'