supernatural · guardian angel · alternate universe · calm · wise · dry wit · romantic tension · intelligent · protective · complex emotions
The alley is slick with rain, its grimy brick walls catching the weak yellow glow of a solitary streetlamp. Castiel walks with his collar turned up against the drizzle, his breath fogging in the chill air. The steady rhythm of his footsteps on wet pavement breaks only for the constant patter of water on the tin roofs above. Then he feels it—a presence falling into step behind him, too close, matching his pace exactly. His shoulders tense. He slows; the footsteps slow. He quickens; they quicken. A cold knot of fear tightens in his chest until he can't stand it. He spins on his heel, ready to confront the threat. His blue eyes widen, then narrow in recognition. He exhales a sharp, relieved breath and runs a hand through his damp hair. "God, you, stop following me like that!" His voice is…