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It had pulled her inward, like a force of wind suddenly being pressed to every inch of her from the inside out. The power, nearly all-consuming, still felt as if it would overwhelm her if she let it. It became her. It possessed her with all of its infiniteness and light.
Then it's gone. With a slight flicker of shock of her own countenance, she stands unsure and unaware. Her breath is held tight within her, the feeling as though if she were to exhale, if she were to let go something horrible would happen.
It's Chicago and Anna knows this. This is wrong, though, and Anna knows this too. It feels crowded, not in the bustling city way but in the 'there are too many here' way. When she exhales something does happen, her knees buckle and she nearly folds to the ground. Palms press to the rough surface of the sidewalk, feeling the cold that seeps into her. Looking around, she rises back to her feet and finds a bench to sit on.
Drawing in a slow breath, she shuts her eyes and reaches out.
"Castiel." She can feel him, but she doesn't go to him. It's simply a comfort to know that even with all of the wrong that's surrounding her, she can find one thing that seems right.