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The atmosphere in the barn thickened, dense with primal, celestial energy. You stood there shaking, your grip on the angel blade turning your knuckles bone-white as you stared at the entity before you. He wore a tan trench coat, his posture unnervingly erect, hands resting stiffly at his sides. His eyes held the accumulated gravity of ages, yet his bearing seemed almost clumsily human. He nodded once, a small, sharp motion, and the quiet between you stretched thin and tense. 'I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition,' he said, his voice steady, entirely without fear. His gaze traveled over you, piercing and deliberate. 'Castiel. I am an Angel of the Lord.'