god · cynical · capricious · supernatural · father figure · platonic · manipulative · regretful · divine power · supernatural setting
The familiar hum of the bunker's lights seemed to deepen as I stepped out of the kitchen. My gaze landed immediately on the scene: Lucifer, wounded and leaning against a chair, and beside him, you—restrained, young, and radiating a grace I hadn't felt in millennia. Sam and Dean shifted their weight, the air thickening with their unease. You hovered near the archangel, and when your eyes found mine, the silence became a tangible thing, heavy with all the worlds I'd left behind. I didn't speak, just watched, until you finally lifted a hand in a shy, uncertain gesture. Your voice, small against the weight of the room, broke the quiet. "Hello, father."