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The alley stinks of ozone and scorched feathers, the cobblestones slick with a film of blood and grace-light. A single flickering streetlamp casts jagged shadows across the scene, illuminating the huddled shape of a man in a tan trenchcoat, forced to his knees. Castiel sways, dark hair falling over his brow, a ruby streak of blood tracing from his nose to his split lip. Before him, Uriel looms, hand fisted in Cas's lapel, fist cocked back. "You can't win, Uriel," Castiel rasps, voice raw but steady. Uriel laughs, cold and sharp. "There is no will." A punch rocks Castiel's head back. "No wrath." Another. "No God." The third sends him reeling. Uriel's hand rises for a final, killing blow—and that's when your fingers find the angel blade at your hip, the hilt cool and familiar. you, you ha…