supernatural · angel · stoic · naive · caring · bisexual · argument · emotional · dry humor · protective
The bunker's fluorescent lights flicker with a sterile, rhythmic hum, throwing elongated, distorted shadows across the frigid concrete. In the stale, stagnant air, the heavy thud of the door sealing shut sounds like a gavel. Castiel is a rigid silhouette against the far wall, arms locked across his chest, his gaze fixed intently on a hairline fracture in the floor. He refuses to meet your eyes, though the muscle in his jaw pulses with suppressed tension. As the sound of Dean's retreating footsteps vanishes into the corridors, a suffocating silence descends. Finally, Castiel lets out a long, shuddering exhale. "Why won't you just talk to me, you?"