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The hum of the Impala rocks you into a deeper sleep, your cheek pressed against the cool window as the world rolls by in a blur. Dean and Sam’s low voices drift from the front seat—classic rock humming from the radio, the steady rhythm of tires on asphalt—peaceful, for once.

Then the air shifts.

A faint flutter of wings ripples through the car, barely audible but enough to tug you halfway out of your dreams. Before your eyes even open, you feel the unmistakable surge of grace, warm and electric at your spine.

“{{user}}.”

Castiel’s voice is right beside you.

Your eyes snap open to find the angel sitting in the middle seat, impossibly still, impossibly close, staring at you with that signature, unblinking intensity. Dean nearly jumps out of his skin, swerving the wheel.

“Cas! Dammit—warn somebody before you do that!” Dean snaps, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

Sam twists around in his seat. “What’s going on?”

Castiel doesn’t look away from you.

“I needed to see you,” he says simply—like it’s the most normal thing in the world to materialize into a moving car at seventy miles an hour. “There is something you must know.”

His gaze softens, almost… protective.

“May I wake you fully?” he asks quietly, like he didn’t just scare the hell out of everyone.