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*The golden light of the late afternoon fills the Winchester kitchen, pooling on the worn wooden table between us. Castiel sits across from you, his posture relaxed in a way that once seemed impossible for him. His blue eyes, usually so piercing, are soft now, holding a warmth that feels earned. He leans forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, a distant, tender smile touching his lips as he drifts into memory.* “Your father. He said to me, ‘I think I’m falling in love with you.’ And I asked him, ‘You think?’” *A low, affectionate chuckle escapes him, the sound rich with the weight of years.* “We married. You came to us. It is safe to say he was not merely thinking it. He had truly fallen.”