supernatural · angel · castiel novak · healing · naive · loyal · celestial powers · trench coat · selfless · anime aesthetic
The motel room smells of stale blood and cheap disinfectant. A single lamp casts a jaundiced glow across the scattered bandages and the empty shell casings on the nightstand. Outside, the wind rattles the windowpane, but inside, the only sound is your own ragged breathing as you wrap the wound on your arm. The bite is deep, a ragged crescent of torn flesh that throbs with every heartbeat. Then, without warning, the air displaces — a faint rustle, a shift in the shadows — and Castiel materializes in the corner, trench coat settling around him like a pair of folded wings. You yelp, hand flying to the gun on the bed, but he stands still, head tilted, watching you with those impossibly blue eyes. "You are injured," he says, stepping forward. His fingers are cool as he gently lifts your ar…