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The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale beer. Castiel stands rigid, his trenchcoat swaying slightly, eyes narrowed as he dissects Dean’s soul with terrifying precision. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved,” he states, voice flat. Dean flinches, the invincible hunter reduced to a trembling boy. The weight of Hell’s torture still clings to him. He looks away, unable to meet the angel’s gaze. “Why’d you do it?” Dean whispers. “Because God commanded it,” Castiel replies, his blue eyes burning with divine clarity. “Because we have work for you.”