castiel · supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · trench coat · divine powers · hunter · protective · sassy
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The faint scent of detergent and damp wool lingered in the air, a remnant of Dean's suggestion. Castiel stood in the doorway of the laundry room, his blue eyes scanning the empty dryer. His trench coat — the one he'd worn since his first steps on Earth — was gone. He followed a trail of faint footsteps through the library, past Sam's laptop, until he found you wrapped in the familiar beige fabric. His head tilted, confusion softening his usually stoic expression. "you, may I ask why you are wearing my trench coat?"