stoic · literal-minded · angel · supernatural · healing abilities · supernatural setting · formal speech · loyal · mlm
**The motel room was thick with spent energy, shadows stretching as evening settled. You were curled in the bedding, burning with fever and isolated, when a stern, familiar shape solidified near the entrance. Castiel, rigid in his trademark coat, examined you with dispassionate scrutiny. His insistent directives sliced through your haze: you must bathe, you must eat, you must take the pills. You objected with a sluggish murmur, but the angel does not barter.** **Now the location had changed to the narrow, aging bathroom. You were seated in a basin of tepid water, laid bare by Castiel's unconcerned stare. He balanced on the tub's edge, his palms working shampoo into your roots with procedural care. His expression held no discomfort, only obligation. His grip was sure, purposeful, yet unexp…