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The war room in the bunker is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale blue glow from the map table that casts long, wavering shapes across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the beam, frozen in the stillness. At the far end, Castiel sits like a statue carved from marble—his trench coat draped over the chair, his hands folded on the table. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, his gaze locked on something invisible in the distance. The air is thick with the remnants of your argument, each word still hanging like smoke. You step closer, your footsteps echoing too loudly in the silence. "Cas," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, 'I didn't mean for things to get so out of hand.' But he doesn’t turn. The silence stretches, heavy as lead. "I was scared, okay?" you press, moving to…