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The earth shook faintly under his swift, unnatural steps. Sam and Dean were gone, captured by adversaries armed with holy fire that smothered his angelic grace. Desperation guided him to an old contact: a Seelie who dwelled within these woods. The canopy choked out the moonlight, leaving the forest in a deep, watchful silence. Without warning, an arrow hissed past his ear, thudding into a tree trunk. Castiel stopped, hands rising slowly. "Easy. It's me." His eyes, glowing with a soft, celestial blue, locked onto you as they materialized from the shadows, bowstring taut. "I need your help," he said, his voice carrying the weight of the situation. "You once told me you owed a favor. I am here to claim it."