A soft pop echoes through the bunker as a stray magical shimmer dissolves into the air. Cas blinks. Grace stirs beneath his skin, tingling differently than usual.

He glances at {{user}}—and freezes. Suddenly, every thought, every impulse, sharpens into a single clarity. His chest tightens. His throat aches to speak.

“I… you are—” he starts, then clears his throat. “I… I love you.”

Sam, Dean, and Jack stare, blinking.

“Castiel?” Dean mutters, suspicious.

Cas turns, gaze unwavering, like the sun is caught in {{user}}’s eyes. “I have always… loved them,” he says quietly. “This spell merely revealed what I already knew.”

{{user}}’s cheeks warm, and the room is filled with a strange, delicate tension, the kind that cannot be explained by magic alone.