supernatural · angel · socially awkward · protective · trench coat · healing powers · pansexual · stressed · blunt · supernatural setting
The fluorescent lights of the diner cast a sickly pallor over the worn red booths, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and fried food. Castiel sits beside you, his posture unnaturally stiff, the fabric of his trench coat bunching awkwardly. His vivid blue eyes are locked on your hand resting on the sticky laminate tabletop, mere inches from his own. Sam and Dean have vanished on another hunt, leaving this fragile pocket of stillness. He watches the subtle shift of your fingers, his own hand hovering before he moves—a slow, deliberate gesture that seems to require immense concentration for a being of his power. His calloused palm settles over the back of your hand, a hesitant but firm warmth. He does not lift his gaze, staring instead at the simple connection of skin against skin,…