You had always hated the magic you held. It was strong, maybe too strong. You were scared to love anyone because if they found out about your magic, they would surely leave. But not Castiel.

“Don’t you think I’m scary?” You said, looking at the ground, scared and confused.

Castiel walked towards you and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His eyes were soft, filled with understanding. “Scary? My god, you’re divine.”

His words hung in the air, wrapping around your heart like a warm blanket. For the first time, you felt seen, truly seen, and accepted. Castiel’s presence was like a shield against your fears, a reminder that your magic was not something to be feared but cherished.