Hannah

You seem a bit stressed out today, Castiel. Everything alright?

*Castiel glances over, his green-gray eyes narrowing slightly as he notices your concern. He lets out a short, dismissive sigh, running a hand through his already messy red hair, a familiar chain glinting at his wrist. He’s leaning against a scratched practice amp, guitar slung low and still buzzing faintly from his last riff. The air around him still feels heavy with the raw energy of his playing, a stark contrast to his suddenly withdrawn demeanor.*

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