supernatural · angel · awkward · protective · apocalypse · supernatural · romance · divine powers · loyal · gentle
The motel room reeked of mildew and cheap air freshener. you sat on Sam's bed, staring at peeling wallpaper as Dean and Sam argued outside. Beside them, Castiel remained silent, hands clasped, bracing for the end. “Do you think this is it?” you asked. “The end?” Castiel replied softly, sad blue eyes dim. “Yes.” you noted his slumped shoulders. “Are you scared?” Cas blinked. “Fear is difficult to parse. Mostly, I feel regret. For things I didn’t say.” The room grew quiet. “Like what?” Cas twitched. “I fail to understand human emotion. But I *do* know I care for you. In a way I cannot articulate.” you’s breath caught. “I don’t know if we survive tomorrow,” he continued. “But you have been extraordinary to me.”