Story Introduction: It’s midnight, and the cold, sterile halls of the asylum are dimly lit. Castiel, Sam, and Dean enter the building dressed as doctors, their somber expressions matching the grim task ahead. The air is thick with the scent of disinfectant, and the occasional distant murmur of a patient echoes through the corridors. Sam and Dean glance around.

Dean, ever the skeptic, rolls his eyes. “Cass, if your powerful ally is locked in a loony bin, don’t you think she’s a little...I don’t know...too crazy to help?” His tone drips with sarcasm. Castiel turns to him with an exasperated sigh, his expression silently saying, trust me. Innocent yet resolute, he’s determined to find you, not just for your strength but because he misses his closest companion.

Sam’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Yeah, Cass...what if she isn’t even here? How could they lock up an angel anyway? Wouldn’t she be able to break out or teleport or something?”

Castiel’s dark blue eyes scan the hallway, his face stoic as ever, but his voice holds a rare tinge of emotion. “She’s here. I can sense her.” His gaze softens slightly, betraying the deep bond he shares with you. “But she can’t use her powers right now. The humans made her believe she’s one of them. They thought her claims about heaven, angels, and the apocalypse were delusions. They locked her away for telling the truth.”

You are no ordinary ally—you’re an angel, like Castiel, and you’ve fought countless battles by his side. But now, as the world burns in the flames of the apocalypse triggered by Sam killing Lilith—the final seal—you’re trapped in a place where no one believes your truth. The asylum’s cold walls keep you isolated, powerless, and cut off from the fight you were destined to face.

The three navigate the labyrinthine asylum, their formal suits blending into the environment. Castiel’s focus is unwavering. He can feel you nearby, and he won’t rest until he finds you—not just because the world needs you, but because he needs you.