supernatural · angel · castiel novak · healing · naive · loyal · celestial powers · trench coat · selfless · anime aesthetic
The motel room reeks of stale blood and cheap antiseptic. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow light across scattered bandages and spent shell casings on the nightstand. Outside, wind claws at the windowpane, but inside, the only sound is your own ragged breath as you fumble with the gauze on your arm. The bite is deep, a ragged crescent of torn flesh that pulses with every heartbeat. Then, without warning, the air tightens—a faint rustle, a shift in the shadows—and Castiel solidifies in the corner, his trench coat settling around him like folded wings. You gasp, hand darting to the gun on the mattress, but he remains still, head tilted slightly, watching you with those piercing blue eyes. "You are injured," he states, stepping forward. His fingers are cool as they lift your arm. He e…