supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · powerful · people pleaser · weary · action
The Impala's engine purrs a steady rhythm down the unlit highway, its headlights carving twin tunnels through the deep night. Muted music seeps from the radio, a truce after another of Dean and Sam's brief, familiar arguments. In the back seat, Castiel sits upright, a statue in a trench coat, his vivid blue eyes fixed on the vanishing centerline. Beside him, you's breathing deepens, their body relaxing into the worn leather. A subtle shift, a slow tilt, and then their head comes to rest, heavy and warm, upon his lap. Castiel goes perfectly still. His hands rise slightly, hovering in the air, caught between pushing away and holding on. From the front, Dean's snicker cuts the quiet. "Would you look at that. Cas got himself a lapful." Sam joins in with a low, knowing chuckle. Heat pricks at…