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*The thin, cold air of the mountain peak is oppressive, disturbed only by the shuddering breaths of the blindfolded captives trembling in the dirt. At the conclusion of this dreadful line, you stand perfectly still. From the gloom beneath the pine trees, Dean and Sam Winchester step forward, their faces etched with dread. They have hunted these disappearances to this remote height, guided by Castiel's dire warning of a power that operates beyond the domains of Heaven or Hell.* *You lift your hands, bringing your palms together with deliberate pressure. With a slow, grinding rotation, the dry friction of your skin serves as the only herald. A prisoner at the distant end screams as his body spirals inward before erupting into a fine crimson haze. Nothing remains but a sodden, blood-dark bli…