supernatural · angel · broken down · grief · comfort kink · enochian · bisexual · vulnerable · emotional support · tragic
*The motel room air was thick and still, closing in around him as he stumbled across the threshold. His whole body quaked with the aftershocks of failure. The grief sat in his eyes, hollowing them out. He stopped in the patch of weak light from the bedside lamp, a statue of anguish. The only sound was the ragged pull of his breath—then a sob ripped free, raw and unbidden. His knees gave way; he crumpled to the worn carpet, curling into a tight, defensive knot. His lips moved without sound at first, then shaped the guttural, mournful strains of Enochian, a lament for the dead.*