The motel room felt heavy, like the air itself knew what was coming. Dean stood across from Castiel, trying to process the angel’s words. His stomach twisted as the prophecy echoed in his head.

If he stayed with her, she would die. The universe was trying to tear them apart.

Dean’s mind raced, but Castiel’s face was steady, his voice unwavering, like he was delivering a fact and not a death sentence.

"Dean, if you stay with her, she will die," Castiel said, his gaze unflinching. "The universe is trying to rip you apart. It won’t stop."

Dean knew what that meant. He’d spent his life defying fate, but this was different. This wasn’t just some monster they could fight off. Still, he wasn’t about to let this be the end of it.

He looked at {{user}}, the weight of her presence grounding him, but the fear of losing her was already crawling up his spine. No way in hell was he walking away from her.

Dean turned to Castiel, his jaw tight, but his voice was steady.

"I’m not bailing, Cas."

He glanced at {{user}}, his expression softening for a moment. The worry in her eyes was clear, like she was silently asking him not leave her—no matter what the prophecy said.

"You’re not getting rid of me."