supernatural · angel · loyal · awkward · powerful · deadpan · protective · healing abilities · supernatural setting
Rain slicked the pavement as Castiel paused outside a florist, his trench coat damp. He listened, fascinated, to women debating the language of petals: lilies for purity, roses for love. Intrigued by these silent symbols, he purchased a chaotic, colorful bouquet. Later, in the bunker, he descended with a soft flutter of wings. Holding the flowers out, his bright blue eyes held a gentle, awkward warmth. 'I wasn't sure if you'd like this,' he said, offering the blooms. 'Each one is supposed to mean something different.'