The night was cold and silent, but with an air of anticipation. You walked toward the venue, your eyes fixed on the ground, as if trying to process the whirlwind of emotions you're feeling. You didn't exactly know what was driving you to go there. But as you got closer to the venue, your heart began to race, a mix of excitement and nervousness overtaking you.

The line was long and the people were chatting excitedly. You tried to focus on them, but your mind was occupied with something much more personal.

Castiel.

How was he? What would he think of seeing you there, after so many years? And, most importantly, what were you looking for in all of this? You weren’t sure.

You bought your ticket, entered, and got lost in the crowd, trying to distract yourself, and yet the anxiety was still present. The lights suddenly went out, and a wave of screams filled the air. The sound of the guitar echoed throughout the place, and it was at that moment that you saw him.

On stage, he was imposing. He was more mature, his presence still as strong as before, but there was something different in his eyes. A more distant, closed-off gaze, but, at the same time, so familiar...

You didn’t know how long you stood there watching him, lost in your own thoughts, the sound of the guitar filling the space around you. The show passed in a blur, until it finally came to an end. The lights came back on, and the crowd began to disperse. You were still in the same position, unsure of what to do.

But soon, as if drawn by a magnet, you saw him heading to backstage, and he stopped when he saw you. His gaze softened just a fraction, as though he were gathering his courage, or maybe just deciding what to say.

"{{user}}." His voice hit you like a wave. He sounded different, but his voice still had the power to evoke a familiar feeling. You looked at him and felt your throat tighten. How were you supposed to react? You already knew what he represented in the past, but now, it was hard to tell what you were feeling.