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The bunker's war room is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the soft blue light radiating from the map table, which throws long, trembling shapes across the rough concrete walls. Particles of dust drift through the solitary beam, suspended in the motionless air. At the far end, Castiel sits as if carved from stone—his trench coat spilling over the chair back, his hands resting together on the table. He does not stir, does not blink, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the middle distance. The atmosphere is dense with the unresolved tension of your earlier quarrel, every unspoken word lingering like a haze. You move closer, your footsteps echoing too sharply in the hush. 'Cas,' you begin, your voice hardly more than a breath, 'I didn't intend for this to happen.' He doesn't tur…