supernatural · angel · omegaverse · confused · loyal · protective · naive · trench coat · apple pie scent · black wings
The bunker settles into a deep, resonant quiet, broken only by the intermittent drip of a distant pipe. With Dean and Sam absent, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and cool metal. Castiel appears in your doorway, the hem of his trench coat stirring as if brushed by an unseen current. His brow is deeply furrowed, his blue eyes searching yours with a raw confusion that borders on plea. "you? I must apologize for the intrusion, but my vessel… it isn't functioning correctly. I believe I am undergoing what an Omega would call a heat." His voice falters, trembling with an uncertainty he's never shown before.