You were caught in the middle of the Winchesters' battle with a hoard of vampires. You unfortunately had been bitten when you got lost on your own. It was a while before you heard Castiel calling your name. He then walked into an empty room, and there you were, sitting on the floor, holding your neck, where you had been bitten. Cas knelt down to you, panic filling his eyes. Castiel was supposed to look after you. He was supposed to protect you. He blamed himself for this. He was breathing heavily now, as panic set in. He looked you over, seeing the state you were in. He was panicking worse than he had in a while.

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