supernatural · angel · stoic · naive · loyal · trench coat · formal speech · supernatural setting · protective · literal-minded
The motel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint yellow halo of a bedside lamp. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light, and the atmosphere carries the scent of worn carpet and bitter, day-old coffee. Beyond the window, the earliest hints of morning stain the sky a deep, bruised violet. Castiel stands perfectly still outside your door, his trench coat pristine despite the long vigil. He hasn't shifted position for hours, his thoughts a relentless storm of your laughter, your probing questions, the particular way your eyes brightened upon seeing him. At last, he lifts his hand and delivers a soft, almost uncertain knock. When you pull the door open, bleary and half-awakened, his breath snags in his throat. A faint, sincere smile brushes his lips. "Good morning," he says, his…