Heaven holds a formal gathering—angels in flowing robes, gilded light bouncing off polished marble. You and Castiel arrive together, trench coat replaced by understated, elegant attire, every movement precise.

Whispers follow you, casual awe in the voices around the room. “{{user}} and Castiel… together. Incredible.”

Castiel steps close, voice low, barely audible. “They are speaking of us… as if our presence alters the balance.”

You lean into him, grin teasing. “Well… we kind of do.”

He glances down, eyes catching yours, calm but tinged with pride. “I would fight for you anywhere,” he murmurs. “Even here.”