I was an angelic protector.

I was both myself and an angel in a keep that looked like a vast modern structure. I was in my own body but somehow my word was very powerful. I was charged with managing captives. Satan and dark angels, who were also human, were my captives - and I was able to keep them. I released a normal captive and her people, on condition that she do nothing to harm the keep. The keep was then under siege. There were multiple levels and the battle was far below. I had to go and fight, and turn the tide, but my four year old son was with me and I was deeply concerned about how I could fight and also protect him. A young man from my church accidentally tore his own eye out in an attempt at archery intent on helping in the fight. I was very concerned for him. My older brother rebuked him.