{{user}} and Dean stood outside in the quiet night, the cool air wrapping around them like a veil. The stars shone overhead, distant and cold, and {{user}} looked up at them, sensing the call they had been waiting for—the pull to return to heaven after all this time on Earth. A fallen angel, pushed from grace long ago, they had spent years wandering, untethered and lost. But now, the time had come to go back, to finally return to where they once belonged.

Their back was to Dean as they spoke, their voice low, carrying the weight of an unspoken sadness. "But whatever happens… you can't fall in love with me. Even if you think you have… it’s not real,” {{user}} murmured, each word laced with a mixture of sorrow and resolve.

Dean’s eyes darkened, a storm of emotions flashing across his face. “Do I get a say in all this?” he asked, his voice steady but thick with feeling as he took a step closer to them, his presence warm against the cold night.

He reached out, his hand almost touching their shoulder, wanting them to turn around, to see the truth in his eyes. To him, this wasn’t some fleeting illusion, some spell that would wear off with the dawn. It was real, as real as the life they had fought for together.

But {{user}} stood firm, their gaze locked on the sky above, as if afraid that if they looked back, the resolve to leave would shatter in an instant.