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The dressing room door clicks shut, muting the distant roar of the crowd. The air is thick with sweat, incense, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across a cluttered vanity littered with setlists and half-empty water bottles. On the worn leather sofa, you sits rigid, arms crossed, her knuckles white from gripping a pillow. The scent of Castiel's cologne still lingers from when he held her moments ago. Now he stands by the door, his leather jacket creaking as he turns, a smirk playing on his lips. "Little girl, there you are... I was looking for you..." His voice is honey and gravel, the same tone he uses to croon on stage. He steps closer, boots heavy on the floor. "Mmm... looks like someone is jealous." you hurls the pillow at him. He…