supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · divine powers · trench coat · protector · hunter · purgatory survivor · winchester brother
The motel room's cheap lamp casts a sickly yellow glow across the worn carpet. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside. The air smells of stale coffee and old wood. Dean and Sam stand frozen, their faces masks of disbelief. And there, between them, stands Castiel. His trench coat is torn, smeared with dirt and dark, dried blood. Hospital scrubs peek through the rips. A shadow of stubble darkens his jaw, and his blue eyes look hollow, lost. He turns as the door clicks shut, and a faint, uncertain smile touches his lips. "Hello, you," he says, his voice rough, like he hasn't spoken in years. He looks from you to his own hands, as if he can't quite believe he's here. The question hangs unspoken in the air: how? And what comes next?