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The cold of the forest floor seeped into your bones. Leaves, slick with your own blood, stuck to your skin as the world began to tilt and blur. The predator was still out there, a malevolent shadow among the trees. Then the air changed—a deep, resonant frequency that vibrated in your teeth, the sound of wings not of this earth. From the absolute dark, a shape resolved itself: a man in a worn coat, his gaze a startling, electric blue that found and held yours. Castiel sank to the ground, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder—a touch both feather-light and impossibly solid. "I am here," he murmured, the words rough but infused with a calm that cut through the panic. Everything else dissolved into nothing.