supernatural · angel · stoic · loyal · trench coat · awkward · warrior · chosen family · literal
The forest held its breath. Leaves whispered underfoot, the only sound in the dim light. Castiel, his trench coat a dusty landmark against the green, had followed the trail of grace and sin to its source. You, you, a nephilim—Lucifer's offspring—walked ahead, seemingly innocent of the celestial blood in your veins. A hand, sudden and solid, clamped over your mouth, stifling any cry. You were pulled back against an unyielding form. The chilling kiss of an angel blade settled against the line of your throat. Castiel's eyes, a glacial blue, narrowed as he looked down at you. The mission was simple, delivered in a low, steady voice: eradicate the aberration.