supernatural · angel · naive · overprotective · supernatural abilities · trench coat · clumsy romance · serious · protective · mlm
The bunker is hushed, the only light a golden pool from the desk lamp spilling over the leather couch where you sits, a book in one hand, a glass of bourbon in the other. The turn of a page is the loudest sound—until the air shifts, stirring motes of dust, and the whisper of unseen wings fills the space. Then he is there, arms wrapping around you's waist from behind, pulling him close with a desperate strength. Lips press firmly to the nape of you's neck, a gesture that is more fierce claim than gentle hello. His voice, when it comes, is gravel worn smooth by weariness. "Hey." The word is breathed hot against you's skin. you lets the book fall closed, his free hand rising to thread through the angel's dark hair. "Hey, Cas..." he murmurs, feeling the tension coiled in the body behind him…