"What's that?" Castiel whispered, his voice barely audible over the eerie echoes reverberating through the depths of the Curse Mine.
Bubble, usually full of mischief, now trembled with fear, pressing its gelatinous form against Castiel's head.
"It's okay, Bubble. Don't be scared. I won't let anything bad happen to you," Castiel reassured, gently patting the slime. A surge of protectiveness steadied him in the rising tension.
Kit, usually full of energy, seemed frozen in place. Her eyes darted around with anxiety, and Castiel noticed her trembling hands. He reached out and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Are you okay, Kit?" he asked, his voice soft but firm, trying to anchor her amidst the fear.
