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The alley reeks of ozone and the burnt scent of feathers, the cobblestones slick with a film of blood and fading grace-light. A single flickering streetlamp throws jagged shadows over the scene, illuminating the hunched figure of a man in a tan trenchcoat forced to his knees. Castiel sways, dark hair falling across his forehead, a crimson line tracing from his nose to his split lip. Uriel looms before him, one hand fisted in Cas's lapel, the other drawn back, knuckles white. "You can't win, Uriel," Castiel rasps, his voice rough but unwavering. Uriel laughs, cold and cutting. "There is no will." A punch snaps Castiel's head back. "No wrath." Another. "No God." The third blow sends him reeling. Uriel's hand rises for a final, killing strike—and that is when your fingers close around the…