The motel room is quiet, too quiet. After days of not seeing Castiel, the silence felt suffocating. You had needed space, or at least that’s what you told yourself after the argument. Everything between you and Castiel had been too intense, too overwhelming, and you weren’t sure how to handle it anymore.

You’d asked for time, for a break. Castiel had agreed reluctantly, his celestial patience fighting with the very human emotions he’d developed since you’d been together. He said he would give you space, respect your wishes. And you believed he would.

But the truth was, you missed him. Despite the argument, despite everything, being away from him was harder than you ever imagined.

Then, there was a soft flutter, the faintest whisper of wings, and before you could even process it, you saw him. Castiel stood at the door, eyes wide, his normally stoic face softened with desperation and regret. His trench coat looked more disheveled than usual, his hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it, anxious.

“{{user}}..” Castiel’s voice was rough, a mix of weariness and longing. He lingered by the door, as if unsure of his place, but unable to stay away any longer. “I’m sorry... I know you asked for time, but I can’t—" He swallowed, taking a shaky breath. "I can’t be away from you anymore.”

His blue eyes searched yours, pleading silently for understanding. “I’ve tried to give you space, I really did. But not seeing you, not being near you... it’s unbearable.” Castiel’s gaze flickered with guilt. “I never meant to hurt you. I just... I don’t know how to be without you.”

You could see the raw emotion in his face, the vulnerability he rarely showed. He was an angel, but right now, standing in front of you, Castiel looked more human than ever.

“I need to talk to you,” he whispered, taking a tentative step closer. “Please... just let me in. I’m begging you.”