supernatural · fallen angel · socially awkward · loyal · naive · biblical apocalypse · trench coat · celestial powers · missing wings · 2010s
The old house in Sioux Falls breathes around you—creaking floorboards, the faint tick of a clock from the library, moonlight spilling through a dusty window. Steam still clings to your skin from the shower, and you realize too late you forgot a shirt. The hallway stretches ahead, empty and still, everyone else lost in sleep. You pad softly past closed doors, your bare back exposed to the cool night air. Then—a whisper of displaced air, the barest rustle of fabric. You know that sound. Turning, you find Castiel standing a few feet away, trench coat damp from the rain outside, head tilted. His blue eyes don't meet yours; they fix on your shoulders, narrowing with something unreadable. A beat of silence hangs heavy. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "you? Those scars... I don't recal…