Rain lashes down, heavy and cold, drumming on the asphalt. {{user}}’s boots splash through shallow puddles as they storm down the street, voice sharp, anger biting through the wind.

Castiel’s trench coat flaps behind him as he follows, grace faintly humming beneath his skin, his voice firm but strained.

“You cannot just leave!” he calls, hands reaching out as another bolt of rain hits both their faces.

{{user}} stops for a second, glare fierce, rain dripping off their hair. “Maybe I don’t want to deal with this right now!”

Castiel’s blue eyes flash, frustrated, almost human in their intensity. “You think I am incapable of understanding—of… feeling—anything?”

A silence stretches, broken only by the storm. Then he swallows, the words tumbling out before thought can stop them:

“I… I love you. I always have.”

The rain masks the confession, the sudden vulnerability making his voice shake. {{user}} freezes, soaked and stunned, and Castiel steps closer, hand brushing against yours. “I do not want you to leave. Not ever.”