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The air in the barn grew heavy, thick with ancient power. You stood trembling, white-knuckling the angel blade, staring at the apparition before you. He wore a tan trench coat, standing abnormally straight, hands at his sides. His eyes held the weight of eternity, yet his posture was awkwardly human. He nodded slightly, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire. 'I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition,' he said, his voice calm, devoid of fear. He looked you up and down, his gaze piercing. 'Castiel. I’m an Angel of the Lord.'