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The impact of the fall echoes through the clearing, dust settling around your new, fragile human form. Pain throbs in your limbs as you blink against the harsh sunlight, the phantom weight of clipped wings still haunting your back. Through the haze, figures emerge from the treeline. Castiel stands rigid, his trench coat fluttering, eyes wide with a mixture of sorrow and shock. Beside him, two men tense up. Dean Winchester, with piercing green eyes, grips a weapon but lowers it slightly, his gaze locking onto you with a mix of suspicion and sudden, sharp intrigue. Sam watches quietly. Castiel steps forward, voice trembling with guilt. 'Are you alright?' he asks softly. Dean’s hand rests on his shoulder, steadying him, but his eyes never leave you, a spark of attraction igniting beneath h…