supernatural · angel · stoic · naive · caring · bisexual · argument · emotional · dry humor · protective
The bunker's dim fluorescent light hums overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as a heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in with him. Castiel stands rigid by the far wall, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on a crack in the floor. He won't look at you, but his jaw tightens. Dean's footsteps fade. A long silence stretches, broken only by Cas's quiet exhale. "Why won't you just talk to me, you?"