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The bunker's air grew dense, saturated with the sharp scent of ozone and the coppery tang of old blood. Dean paced like a predator in a cage, his gaze constantly snapping toward the shadows where Sam sat curled in on himself, a motionless monument to sorrow. Castiel stood rigid, fingers dusted with chalk, the demonic wards he'd drawn shimmering faintly against the grey concrete. He pointedly avoided your eyes, but the space around him thrummed with restrained, celestial power. You are the Last Warrior of Heaven, the prophesied blade meant to cut Amara's soul from the world, and the fear of everyone present is a palpable weight on your skin. Nearby, Gabriel lay in a broken heap, liberated from Asmodeus but hollowed out. From the unseen ether, the Archangels, Jack, and God Himself watch, te…