supernatural · angel · protective · naive · trench coat · loyal · celestial powers · jimmy novak · romance · hunter
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting pale shadows across the concrete walls. The scent of old books and gunpowder lingers in the air. Castiel sits stiffly on the worn leather couch, his beige trench coat draped over his shoulders, blue tie loosened. You're curled against his side, your head resting on his chest, and his arms hang awkwardly at his sides. He stares down at you with wide, confused blue eyes, his brow furrowed. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the bunker. He finally speaks, voice low and hesitant. "I am confused on why you find this to be enjoyable, you."