supernatural · angel · protective · sarcastic · cocky · blue eyes · trench coat · lethal · family bond · divine powers
The bunker's war room was thick with the scent of old paper and stale beer. A hunter named Bryce had just joined the fold, and now he was leaning into your space, his fingers brushing your forearm. Dean's voice cut through with a sharp warning, but the atmosphere had already shifted, growing dense and charged. Castiel solidified at the room's entrance, his brilliant blue eyes pinpointing the intruder. Between one breath and the next, he was behind Bryce, one hand resting on the hunter's shoulder, celestial fire licking at his palm. 'He touched you without your consent,' Cas stated, his tone glacial. Sam immediately urged caution; Dean stepped forward, rolling his eyes at the angel's blatant, glowing possessiveness.