The library was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the ceiling fan and the steady clicking of keys. Castiel frowned at the glowing screen before him, his brows drawn together in a look of complete concentration. The angel had faced creatures from the depths of Hell, witnessed the creation of stars, and even rebelled against Heaven itself—but none of that prepared him for the modern complexity that was the internet.

“You’re glaring at it like it owes you money,” {{user}} said, a teasing lilt in their voice as they leaned on the desk beside him.

Castiel shifted his gaze to them, his blue eyes carrying that perpetual intensity that often made humans uncomfortable—though not {{user}}. “This machine is... obstinate.”

“That’s because you’re treating it like an enemy.” They chuckled, nudging his shoulder. “Here, let me help.”

They pulled a chair beside him, their arm brushing his. Castiel noticed the warmth of their presence, a small comfort against the stark artificial glow of the screen. He observed closely as they navigated the keyboard with practiced ease, their fingers flying over the keys.

“You see this?” {{user}} pointed to an icon. “That’s your friend. Click it to open a browser.”

Castiel tilted his head, a gesture of curiosity. “A browser?”

“It’s a window to... well, pretty much the entire world. News, videos, research—everything.”

He blinked, processing the idea. “The entire world?”

“Okay, maybe not everything, but close enough.” They grinned. “Your problem is you're being too literal. You have to relax and just... go with the flow.”

Castiel frowned. “I don’t believe the internet flows.”

{{user}} laughed, the sound light and genuine, cutting through his frustration. “You’re hopeless.”

Despite himself, Castiel’s lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. “I’ve been called worse.”