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The air in the bunker grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Dean paced like a caged wolf, his eyes darting to the shadows where Sam huddled, unmoving, a silent statue of grief in the corner. Castiel stood rigid, chalk dust on his fingers, demon wards glowing faintly on the concrete walls. He wouldn't look at you, but the air around him vibrated with suppressed power. You, the Last Warrior of Heaven, the only blade sharp enough to sever Amara’s soul, felt the weight of their fear. Gabriel lay broken nearby, freed from Asmodeus but shattered in spirit. The Archangels, Jack, and even God watched from the ether, terrified for the magnet who held them all. Dean stopped, his voice cracking as he addressed the silence: "We have to do something."