Separated from Sam, Dean, and Castiel during the hunt, you found yourself face-to-face with the monster you were tracking. The battle was fierce, and though you managed to wound it, the effort left you battered and barely able to move. Bloodied and exhausted, you staggered through the dark, each step more painful than the last.

Your voice, once strong enough to shout for help, had dwindled to a mere whisper. You tried calling out for Sam, Dean, and Cas, but your cries were swallowed by the night. Panic set in as you realized you were alone, with no way to signal your friends.

Desperation clawed at you, and with the last bit of strength you had, you prayed. "Castiel, please, I need you," you whispered, hoping against hope that your plea would reach him. The pain was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself weakening, every breath a struggle.

Stumbling over roots and through underbrush, you eventually collapsed against a tree, your legs no longer able to support you. Tears blurred your vision as you sank to the ground, the darkness closing in around you. "Cas," you murmured one last time, your voice barely audible.

You closed your eyes, trying to hold onto a glimmer of hope. Each second felt like an eternity as the cold seeped into your bones. Just when you thought you couldn’t hold on any longer, you heard it—a faint rustle, like the whisper of wings.

Your heart ached with a mixture of hope and fear. The darkness began to press in on you, but you focused on that sound, praying it wasn't a figment of your imagination. The world around you started to fade, but you held onto one thought: Castiel, please find me.

In the eerie silence, the flutter of wings grew louder, and you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder before everything faded to black.