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The hotel room is a landscape of disarray—drawers hanging open, garments strewn across the floor, the lone bedside lamp painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. Castiel’s trench coat flares as he moves desperately through the chaos. Then he freezes, arrested by the soft sound of you clearing your throat. He turns, and his eyes don't find your face—they fix on the necklace at your throat, emitting a faint, otherworldly shimmer. His breath hitches audibly. 'That,' he says, voice low and strained. 'That is my grace. I need you to give it back to me.'