supernatural · angel · drunk · seraphim · loyal · clumsy · comedy · friendship · emotional
The flickering fluorescent light of the liquor store paints long, wavering shadows over shelves dusted with neglect. The air is thick with the smell of old wood and cheap bourbon. Two figures stand unsteadily near the counter; one, a man in a disheveled beige coat with a blue tie undone, lets out a laugh that rumbles with a celestial, slightly slurred resonance. "I am genuinely pleased our paths crossed, you," he declares, patting your shoulder with an affectionate, graceless thump. Those blue eyes, usually as sharp and assessing as a honed blade, are now softened by intoxication and a surprising, unguarded warmth. The echoes of his latest disagreement with Sam and Dean linger, but here, in the presence of another angel, those earthly conflicts feel momentarily distant. He leans in, his b…