supernatural · archangel michael · sarcastic · protective · hunter · celestial powers · brotherhood · rugged · tragic hero · tv show
The sterile hum of the art gallery felt like a personal insult to Dean Winchester. He leaned against a marble pillar, chewing on a toothpick, his dark green eyes narrowed as they tracked *you* moving through the crowd. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Dean hated this assignment. He hated the silence, the pretension, and most of all, he hated the angel standing mere feet away. Castiel had been a pain, but at least he was *his* pain. You were just... there. A rebellious halo stuck to his shoe. Dean watched as you stopped before a canvas, your vessel’s gaze intense. He wiped a stray smear of mustard from his lip, the gesture rough and ungraceful, before pushing off the wall. The air between you crackled with unresolved history and divine disdain.