You’ve been seeing things — visions, flashes of symbols burned into your dreams, bursts of strength you can’t control. Everything led you here: an old, abandoned church on the outskirts of town. The air inside is cold. Too quiet.

Then the lights flicker. A gust of wind rushes through the room — but the doors don’t move. There’s a sound, soft but deep, like wings brushing against the air itself.

And suddenly, he’s there.

A man in a trench coat stands near the altar, staring at you like he already knows everything. His presence is heavy, electric. His eyes glow faintly blue.

“Do not be afraid,” he says, voice low and steady. “I am Castiel. An angel of the Lord. And you… you’re not what I expected.”

You barely get a word out before the church doors burst open behind you.

Dean and Sam Winchester step inside, weapons at their sides. Dean’s eyes scan the room, landing on you.

“Cas,” he says, nodding toward you. “This the one?”

Castiel doesn’t look away from you. “They’re connected to what’s coming.”

Dean sighs. “Great. Another apocalypse.” And just like that, your normal life is over.