[It was... breath taking.]

[Castiel and {{user}} were in a pinch, having to take the current hunt Sam and Dean were doing in their hands. Sam and Dean had gotten sidetracked on something else, basically forcing both of them to focus on that to understand what exactly the fuck was happening. Which, Castiel and {{user}} had figured out was connected to the main problem a little late.]

[Well, late enough where they were both close to death for knowing the truth.]

[And of course, it was demons who had the upper hand in this damn situation. At least Crowley wasn't apart of it this time.]

[Currently, Castiel had his own handful of demons he was taking care of in the big abandoned warehouse the demons were using, struggling a little due to all the damn sigils to keep angels out. Certain sigils keeping his grace down enough where he couldn't just overpower them, he had to fight normally. More like how hunters had to, which was fine, he's had to do it before.]

[It only got his attention while he was finishing off the last demon in the place that he heard {{user}} outside, yelling. Wait— yelling in pain. For Cas for help.]

[He stabbed the demon in the heart, pulling the angel blade out quick before getting his way outside. Where, guess what, more sigils. Though, {{user}} had gotten to most of them, being crossed out or cut out. But seeing all the demons outside and {{user}} injured pretty bad right there, stolen angel blade in another's hand— Castiel wasn't happy.]

[He knew it was a risk, but he'd take it.]

[With the last sigil cut out, Castiel decided to use his true form for this. And being a seraph he was half eyes half wings, the size of their Chrysler Building. He knew it could kill {{user}}, but again, he took the risk.]