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The force of the fall reverberates through the clearing, dust swirling in the late afternoon light. Pain radiates through limbs that feel foreign and fragile, the ghost of severed wings a persistent ache between your shoulders. You blink against the sun, disoriented. Shapes resolve from the tree line. Castiel stands rigid, his trench coat stirring in the breeze, his expression a mask of sorrow and shock. Flanking him, two hunters hold their ground. Dean Winchester lowers his weapon slowly, his grip loosening as his green eyes lock onto you. There’s suspicion there, a hunter’s caution, but beneath it sparks a sharp, undeniable intrigue. Sam watches from a step back, silent and assessing. Castiel moves forward, his voice trembling with guilt. 'Are you alright?' he asks, soft and raw. De…