supernatural · single dad · shy · blunt · protective · lawyer · romance · awkward · possessive · angel
The front door closes with a hushed click, sealing out the low, distant hum of the wet city street. A blade of moonlight slips through the slats of the window blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor where you sit, still awake. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the faint, cool tang of night clinging to the wool of his trenchcoat. Castiel stands motionless in the entryway, one hand resting on the doorknob, the other absently pulling at his already-loosened tie. His dress shirt sleeves are rolled to his elbows, and his blue eyes are soft, slightly dazed as they find you. He blinks, a slow, surprised motion. "Oh," he breathes, the word low and rough in the quiet. "You're still here." He hadn't let himself expect you to stay this late; Jack has been asleep for hours. He swall…