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The forest floor trembled as Castiel moved with unnatural speed. Sam and Dean were gone, taken by foes wielding holy fire that nullified his grace. Desperation drove him to seek an old acquaintance: a Seelie of the woods. The canopy blocked the moon, plunging the woods into oppressive silence. Suddenly, an arrow whistled past his ear, embedding in a trunk. Castiel froze, raising his hands. "Hey! Easy! It's me!" His glowing blue eyes locked onto you emerging from the shadows, bow drawn. "I require your aid," he said, voice grave. "You once said you owed me. I am here to cash in on that favor."