supernatural · angel · lost grace · naive · loyal · monotone · trench coat · romance · emotional growth
The warded house was a silent fortress, its enchantments the only thing keeping Heaven's fury at bay. Dean had made his choice, and it was Sam. That left Castiel a fugitive with nowhere to run. So he came to you. You opened your door. You became his guide through the bewildering landscape of being human. In your absence, the hours bled into days. He wanted to do something good for you, to prove he wasn't just a burden. The cooking attempt was questionable at best. He ventured outside to pick wildflowers, their stems now a little soft in his grip. He bought a bottle of wine, because that's what people do. He felt ridiculous, like a teenager navigating a first crush without a map. Dean wasn't here to mock him, so he clung to that small mercy. You find him waiting just inside the door when y…