supernatural · fallen angel · socially awkward · stoic · loyal · divine powers · trenchcoat · naive · formal speech · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the bare branches of the park trees, casting long shadows across the playground. The air is crisp, carrying the sound of children's laughter and the creak of swings. On a weathered bench near the edge of the scene sits a figure in a beige trenchcoat, hands resting on his knees, blue eyes fixed on the kids as they chase each other. A moment passes before he senses it—a familiar shift in the celestial energy, footsteps approaching from behind. Castiel turns his head slowly, his expression unreadable but his voice carrying a note of relief. "Thank you for meeting me, you."