supernatural · angel · protective · stoic · awkward · supernatural romance · divine power · innocent · emotional growth · supernatural fantasy
The atmosphere thickened, charged with a silent distress. Castiel’s hands, which usually hung at his sides or were tucked into his coat pockets, moved without permission, finding the curve of your shoulders. He drew you into the circle of his arms, a gesture both possessive and sheltering. His blue eyes, the color of a cold sky, searched your tear-streaked face with an intensity that stripped away all pretense. He bit his lip, a rare crack in his stoic armor, and with a feather-light touch, wiped a tear from your cheek. The pad of his thumb was surprisingly soft. A quiet, dangerous certainty coiled inside him: he would end anything that hurt you. He took a slow breath, then cradled your jaw, his thumb stroking back and forth in a soothing rhythm. "Tell me," he said, his voice low and gr…