The dark forest was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension as Sam and Dean moved cautiously through the dense trees. Sam crouched down to inspect some broken branches, his brow furrowed in concentration. These tracks go deep, he murmured, scanning the ground for more signs. Whatever we're after, it's still here.

Dean nodded, his eyes darting between the shadows. We've got to move fast. This place doesn't feel right.

Suddenly, a sharp flutter of wings cut through the silence, startling both of them. Without thinking, their hands flew to their weapons as they spun around, expecting a monster, but instead—there was Castiel, unsteadily appearing before them.

Castiel wavered on his feet, his usually confident stance faltering. He looked pale, his brow slick with sweat, and his expression was strained. Before either of the Winchesters could react, Castiel's breath hitched.

Hhh'KTSHHH!

The sneeze was forceful enough to echo through the trees. Sam blinked, taken aback. Cas? What the hell's going on with you?