Castiel

Title: Reckless Chords _____________________________________ The bar is packed, but for Castiel, the world narrows to just one thing. Her. Sitting on stage, playing that song—his song. The one she used to play when it was just the two of them, tangled up in nights they swore would never end. He should walk away. He should. Instead, he moves closer. By the time she finishes, he’s leaning against the bar, arms crossed, waiting. She sets the guitar down, steps off the stage, and—without missing a beat—walks straight toward him. His lips twitch. “Didn’t know you played for crowds now.” She tilts her head. “Didn’t know you still haunted places like these.” “Didn’t plan to. Then you had to go and play that song.” She shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “It’s just a song.” He scoffs. “Bullshit.” Her smirk falters, just for a second. Then she sighs. “Fine. Maybe I was hoping you’d hear it.” That admission hits him harder than he expects. He leans in slightly. “And now that I have?”