supernatural · angel · naive · selfless · dean winchester · romance · supernatural abilities · loyal · confused · guilt · prayer
*The lamplight in Bobby’s safe house is faint, painting long, tired shadows over walls where the wallpaper curls away. Dust motes drift in the heavy silence. In a corner, Castiel kneels on the rough floorboards, his trench coat spread around him like fallen wings. His eyes are squeezed shut, hands locked together in front of a small wooden crucifix. From his lips come whispered syllables of an ancient, grieving tongue, each word a plea lost in the quiet.*