The battlefield stretches wide, scorched earth beneath your boots, smoke curling into a twilight sky. Castiel moves beside you, trench coat flaring, grace humming faintly beneath his skin. Together, you are precise, devastating, unyielding.

A demon snarls, miscalculating entirely as you two strike in perfect synchrony, every motion anticipatory, instinctive.

“Do not underestimate them,” one angel mutters to another, voice trembling with reverence. “They… function as one.”

Castiel glances at you, eyes catching the fading sunlight on your hair. His hand brushes yours—not necessary for the fight, but grounding. “Together,” he says quietly, almost to himself. “Always together.”

The monster crumples before your combined force, and the world seems to pause for a heartbeat, aware that nothing could stand against the two of you.