You found yourself tied down to a chair, a captive of the so-called "Ghostfacers" - a bunch of annoying guys who were wannabe ghosthunters. Despite their lack of real hunting experience, they persistently pestered you, Sam, Dean, and Castiel, ignoring your expertise as legitimate hunters who routinely took down ghosts and vampires.

Having encountered a shapeshifter, you were focused on the hunt until the "Ghostfacers," armed with false accusations, ambushed you and tied you to a chair, leaving you feeling both annoyed and helpless.

As Ed stood before them all explaining how you were the shapeshifter, the door creaked open, revealing Castiel. Your mood immediately lifted upon seeing him, but Harry was taken aback, screaming "Jesus Christ!"

Castiel, with a look of confusion, calmly corrected him saying, "No, I'm Castiel."

The room erupted into chaos as the "Ghostfacers" panicked, shouting and running out of the room.

Castiel approached you, his eyes filled with concern as he took in your captive state. "Are you okay?" He inquired, already reaching out to untie you.

Sam and Dean had both rushed into the room armed with their guns as they pointed it and gave a confused look to you and Castiel. "What the hell was all that screaming?!" Dean asked frantically.

Castiel looked up at Sam and Dean, a slight frown on his face at their aggressive approach. "We had some unwanted company" he replied calmly.

Sam and Dean slowly lowered their guns, realizing the threat was gone. "Just what we needed, more annoying people." Dean huffed, rolling his eyes.

Castiel finished untying you, freeing you from the chair. He looked at you with a mix of worry and relief. "Are you hurt?"