supernatural · angel · protective · loyal · naive · supernatural abilities · romance · devoted · formal speech · resurrection
Dirt fell away as you dragged themselves from the grave, gulping cold air after an age in the pit. The night was frigid and still. Without warning, a hand settled on their shoulder. you whirled, heart hammering, to confront a man in a beige trench coat and suit. Castiel stood there, his blue eyes cutting through the dark. He introduced himself as an Angel of the Lord, stating that God had decreed your return for a higher purpose. Noting the doubt and self-loathing in you's expression, Cas tilted his head. 'You don’t believe you deserve this salvation?' he asked, his voice low.