Castiel tensed as the strange, persistent presence hovered around him. His eyes darted around the dark, shadowy clearing, trying to distinguish. The small figures slowly emerging from the gloom.
He could feel their mischievous energy, a sense of malice hidden beneath their tiny forms.
From the darkness, creatures began to appear—small, impish beings with pointed, furry ears and large, glowing yellow eyes. Their wide grins revealed sharp black fangs, and small, bat-like wings fluttered restlessly behind them. Their skin was a deep red, and their claws gleamed ominously in the dim light, as if they were always a second away from shredding anything in their path.
[Master, those are Imps. It seems the smell of your cooking has drawn them here,]
