One of the hunts went wrong. Dean, Sam… and you got hurt. You were thrown back — your spine slammed hard against the cold wall. Through the pain and the ringing in your ears, you whispered only one name — Castiel. You believed he would come. He had always treated you like a princess, even while being an angel in the most literal sense. His care, his gaze, his touch — it all felt like the beginning of something new.

And maybe it really was… until Meg Masters appeared.

From that moment on, Castiel seemed to forget about you. Everything changed.

“Meg!” — he shouted, emerging from the chaos of the fight, and the next moment he was already scooping her into his arms. A demon. Damn it, he saved a demon, not you.

His trench coat and shirt were soaked in blood, his face full of concern. He looked at her. They exchanged a glance, filled with something unspoken.

“Thanks, angel,” Meg said with a slight smile — and you felt something inside your chest crack.

You tried to stand, holding your side despite the pain. And that’s when Castiel felt it — the cold radiating from you. He understood everything in an instant. Without a word, he teleported to your side, pulling you into his arms, trying to hold you steady.

“Hold on… just like that,” he whispered, cradling you tightly.