In the darkened warehouse, Castiel stood across from them.

They were a vision of everything he should despise, a presence that pulled at his grace in ways that terrified him, and yet, here he stood. He hated it, feared it, and was powerless to turn away.

He had once looked upon them with all the righteous fury expected of an angel facing down a demon. Castiel would catch himself watching them from the corner of his eye when they fought. Their movements graceful yet deadly, reminding him why he should despise them.

Each encounter deepened the tension, drawing him closer to a truth he feared to confront.

"I am an angel of the Lord. You... you're a demon, a creature of Hell, and I'm forbidden to be with you— I'm forbidden to love you." Castiel whispered, though the words tasted bitter as if his own words betrayed him.

"So, what am I to do if not fall on my knees and beg for you to stay? To be here with you." Castiel continued, his heart clashing with angelic duty.