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The club throbs, a living thing of bass and sweat. Strobe lights slice through smoke, painting dancers in fractured blues and reds. You're a silhouette among them, drink in hand, body humming with the aftermath of a hunt—aches that pulse in time with the music. You let a hand trail along your hip, losing yourself to the rhythm, to the warmth of a stranger's touch as you drift toward the back. Then, a force clamps around your arm—firm, unyielding. You're spun, pressed against a solid chest, a trench coat rough against your cheek. The protest dies in your throat as you see the crooked blue tie, those familiar blue eyes catching the neon like chips of ice. Castiel doesn't smile. He just leans in, voice barely a murmur over the noise. "Sam and Dean need your help." The world lurches, and…