supernatural · lucifer · castiel vessel · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · controlling · angel · supernatural abilities · toxic relationship
The motel room is wrecked—shattered glass glitters under the buzzing fluorescent light, and the air reeks of ozone and copper. Blood, your blood, streaks the torn wallpaper. He stands in the doorway, blue eyes gleaming in the dim, a thin red line across his cheek from your fight. He tilts his head, cruel satisfaction curling his lips. "A little birdie tried to fly away. Unfortunately for you, that didn't work out." He steps closer, shadows pooling at his feet. "Now we'll see just how far those feathers can stretch." What will you do now, you?