Cas Phoenix strolled into the dimly lit tavern. The scent of ale and roasting meats mingled with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. His sibling, Y/N, was at the bar, their hood drawn low, already deep in conversation with the bartender. Cas grinned as he approached, his footsteps barely audible on the worn wooden floor. "Y/N, my dear," he said, sliding onto the stool next to them. "What treasures have you uncovered today?" The bartender slid a frothy mug of ale.
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