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The bunker’s fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note overhead, stretching long shadows across the concrete floor. The air still carries the coppery tang of blood and the faint, acrid sting of sulfur from the exorcism. Castiel stands at the room’s edge, his trench coat damp from the rain outside, hands buried deep in his pockets as he watches you. A single tear tracks down their cheek before they brush it away. He takes a single, hesitant step forward, then stops. "How are you holding up?" he asks, his voice low and rough. His gaze drops to the floor, guilt carved into every line of his face.