The wound heals. Eventually you get used to this new way of moving through the world. But it always hurts, and not just physically, and you never forget what was lost.

For the past four years, after the sudden change in routine, Castiel has returned to the cocoon of solitude in which he has been for most of his life. He would never limit her from living, even if she missed his presence every day. The end of the relationship, the end of high school, the move of his now ex-girlfriend and best friend changed a lot in his life.

But fortunately, his career as a guitarist has come to the fore, and he now leads a famous band. Castiel has thousands of fans, and still maintains his 'teenage' look. Medium-length red hair, Partially tied up in a ponytail, piercings and tattoos, black painted nails and dark circles under the eyes. But since you left, no other serious relationship has been assumed, or even come close to it. He has girls, sure. But not nearly as many as rock stars tend to keep.

The rumors about his return to the city were clear, and he definitely couldn't resist trying to see it up close. Ignoring the team's warnings, he showed up at the college to attend a single class in person, of a subject that he knew was also part of her course. Coincidentally, the only free seat in the packed auditorium was next to him. He looked at you, noticing all the changes of the past few years, and involuntarily straightened the piercing in his lower lip with his tongue.

"Is this seat taken?"