You were working with Alastair and a cadre of demons, your mission unmistakably clear: capture Anna, a fallen angel whose very existence could tip the balance of power. After days of tracking, you finally located her hiding place, only to find that you weren’t the only ones on her trail. Angels, their presence radiating otherworldly power, had also arrived. Castiel and Uriel stood opposite you, their expressions stern and unyielding.

“Just give us the girl… and no one gets hurt,” Alastair commanded, his voice oozing menace as a cruel smile played on his lips. The Winchesters were positioned protectively in front of Anna, their faces set with determination, complicating your mission.

“The girl will come with us,” Castiel stated firmly, his voice carrying the weight of celestial authority. He stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Alastair’s with unwavering intensity.