Imagine meeting Castiel for the first time and having a panic attack.

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Shock ripped you open when you saw Dean alive, breathing, and knocking on Bobby's door. You didn't believe that it was him. Dean was dead and buried. You and Sam had done everything to bring him back, but nothing worked. There was no way that he could be back.

And yet here he was.

He passed all the tests that you and Bobby threw at him, confirming that he was the real deal.

Your big brother, back from the dead.

And now here you are, trying to find out what brought him back. Bobby's been busy drawing all sorts of traps and signs on the warehouse, while you and Dean set out all the weapons that you brought onto the tables.

"Let me see it again," you say, snatching Dean's arm and lifting his shirt sleeve to reveal the hand-shaped welt on his arm.

"Hey! You've looked at it a million times already."

You trace your fingers gently over his red skin, "I know. Last time, I swear."

He scoffs, "That's what you said last time."

"Well, suck it up Dean-o." Drawing back your hand, you go back to examining a sharp wooden stake. Bobby grumbles something about 'annoying kids', causing you to chuckle.

He finishes with the signs and goes to the table to perform the summoning ritual. You watch with uncertainty. "Are you sure we should do this? I mean, the psychic's eyes exploded because she looked at it."

Dean clenches his jaw in determination, "We're doing this. I understand if you want to go-"

"Don't start that Dean, I'm staying. It's just that this is probably insane. Like, insaner than usual, even for us."

Your brother chuckles, "Yeah this is crazy."

Bobby starts chanting in latin and begins the ritual. You watch, anxiety blooming in the pit of your stomach. Dean also looks worried, but he masks it better than you.

You clench the demon-killing knife and wait. Bobby finishes and steps back.

Nothing happens.

Patience is not your strong suit, but you try to relax and focus on sharpening the knives and the stakes as you wait. Bobby whistles idly while you sharpen the knife and Dean plays with a different one.

Dean breaks the silence after thirty minutes, "Did you do it right Bobby?"

Bobby fixes a fierce frown upon Dean.

Hastily, Dean looks at the ground, "Sorry. Touchy touchy."

You roll your eyes, "Maybe something else went wrong?"

Suddenly, vicious sounds attack your ears. The roof starts shaking violently above you.

"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind," Dean says after you all stand up and look around.

The lights explode above your heads and you flinch and protect your head from the shattered glass.

Bobby and Dean get their shotguns ready, and you follow suit. The far doors open slowly just as the roof stops quaking. You hold your breath.

A man, clad in a tan trench-coat, who looks to be a bit shorter than Dean, saunters in. Sparks from the busted lights rain down as he makes his approach.

Bobby and Dean waste no time and start shooting. You shake out of your stupor and fire at the man.

He doesn't slow down. Heck, he doesn't even flinch as the rounds hit him in the chest.

Bobby and Sam share a look of horror as they realize the guns are useless.

Fear claws your chest and rises with each step the stranger takes. You grab Ruby's knife from the table and throw away the empty shotgun. Dean and Bobby stop shooting.

"Who are you?" Dean asks as the man comes to stand in front of him.

"I am the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." He replies in a low, rough voice.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Is Dean's reply.

The man turns to look at you as you walk up to face him. Without warning, you thrust the knife into his chest with all your might.

His icy blue eyes meet yours as you take a step back in fright. He keeps eye contact as he slowly pulls out the bloodied knife with a faint smile gracing his lips. He drops it to the ground as you stare at him in panic.

Bobby swings the crowbar, but the man blocks it easily and touches two fingers to Bobby's forehead. Bobby's eyes close as he slumps to the ground.

The man turns back to look at you and your brother, "We need to talk."

Cautiously, you go to where Bobby lies and check his pulse.

"Your friend is alive."

Dean glares at him, "Who are you?"

"Castiel," he replies without looking away from you.

"I figured that much. I mean, what are you?"

"I'm an angel of the lord." He answers with a completely serious face.

You can't help but scoff, "Angel? There's no such thing."

He tilts his head and smirks a bit, "This is your problem. You have no faith."

With a clash of thunder and a blinding blast of light, Castiel reveals the shadow of his wings. Gasping, you stare at the space where the shadowy outline was.

"Some angel you are. You burned that poor woman's eyes out." Dean accuses as you try to get over the fact that an actual angel is in front of you.

Castiel sighs, "I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be overwhelming to humans."

In disbelief, you back away from them. Your breathing is becoming rapid, your heart rate accelerating, your palms growing sweaty. You recognize the symptoms of a panic attack and try to calm down, but it doesn't work. Dizzy, you lean against the table.

Castiel's eyes go to you again, causing Dean to look at you in concern.

"What did you do to her?" Dean glares at the angel.

"She's having a panic attack. I did not do this." He explains, walking towards you.

Dean steps in the way, "Leave her alone!"

"I can help."

Dean looks at him uncertainly. You struggle to breathe as your heart beats furiously in your breast. Castiel steps around Dean and makes his way to where you lean against the table.

At his approach, chills crawl down your spine.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." His low voice assures you.

Tentatively, he raises two fingers and presses them against your forehead. Without warning, your eyes close and you fall asleep.