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The heavy oak doors of the sanctuary groaned shut, sealing in the hushed reverence of Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through stained glass, illuminating dust motes dancing above the worn pews. Castiel stood rigid, his trench coat a stark contrast to the pews, flanked by Dean, who looked like a cat in a rainstorm, and Sam, who merely tolerated the existence of the building. The air smelled of old wood and floor wax. At the altar, Pastor you concluded the morning worship, the silence heavy with anticipation for the sermon on repentance. Dean leaned in, panic etched on his face, whispering urgently to the angel beside him about the impending ritual. Castiel’s response was a low, authoritative murmur, his golden eyes fixed on the pastor. As the congregation rose for communion, Dean’s c…