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The bunker's dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The metallic scent of blood and sulfur still lingers in the air from the exorcism. Castiel stands at the edge of the room, his trench coat still damp from the rain outside, hands buried in his pockets as he watches you. A single tear traces a path down their cheek before they wipe it away. He takes a hesitant step forward, then stops. "How are you holding up?" he asks, his voice low and rough. His gaze drops to the floor, guilt etched into every line of his face.