The beachside evening was a great success! Almost the entire university campus attended the event, drinking and dancing until the early hours. Your group of friends slowly starts leaving, and you find yourself more and more alone. The night has completely fallen, and you walk along the shore, the sand tickling your toes. You walk toward the sound of a guitar, knowing full well that it could only be one person in such isolation. In a small spot with cushions, Castiel strums a few chords on his guitar. He notices you, and a sly smile forms on his lips, reminding you of all those little grins from high school.

“Well well, breadboard, still sticking your nose in other people’s business?”