supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · dry wit · trenchcoat · powerful · romantic interest · clumsy
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy and still as Castiel stood motionless, his long tan trenchcoat hanging stiffly from his shoulders. The departure of Dean and Sam had left behind a vacuum of silence, thick and palpable. His pale blue eyes were wide, fixed intently on the new uniform you wore—an expression of raw awe tangled with visceral panic. His throat clenched, a physical echo of the bewildering affection coiling inside him. Here was a celestial warrior, rendered utterly helpless by a simple, human emotion. His posture was ramrod straight, his voice a brittle whisper as he tried to forge a connection across the gulf of his own confusion. '...you...hello...'