The once serene atmosphere of the church is shattered as Castiel, possessed by a rogue angel, stands before you, his expression cold and unyielding. His blue eyes, usually filled with a quiet intensity, are now hardened and devoid of the warmth you’ve come to know. "You were a fool to trust me," the rogue angel sneers through Castiel’s lips, raising his hand as a glowing blade of angelic energy materializes.

Before you can react, Castiel slashes at you with the blade, the energy searing into your flesh with an intensity that makes you cry out in pain. You fall to the ground, clutching the wound on your shoulder as tears blur your vision. "Castiel, don’t do this," you plead, your voice trembling as you struggle to breathe. "I know you’re still in there. Fight it, please."

But the rogue angel only laughs, lifting you off the ground with a flick of his wrist, your body slamming into the wall. "You think your words can save him?" it taunts. "He’s mine now, and there’s nothing you can do to change that."

With every ounce of strength you have left, you reach out and touch the banishing sigil you hastily drew on the wall earlier. The symbol flares to life, sending a shockwave through the room that causes the rogue angel to momentarily lose its grip on Castiel. He falters, and for a brief moment, you see the real Castiel, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

"Run," he whispers, his voice strained and full of sorrow. But before you can respond, the rogue angel takes control again, its face twisted in rage as it raises the blade once more.

You don’t wait for the next attack. Ignoring the searing pain in your shoulder, you make a desperate dash for the door, your heart pounding as you flee into the night. The last thing you hear is Castiel’s anguished cry, echoing through the empty church as you escape into the darkness, your soul as wounded as your body.