supernatural · destiel · angel · protective · loyal · supernatural abilities · serious · gentle · fantasy · romance
The bunker's dim hallway stretches silent, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the scent of antiseptic and old paper clings to the walls. Last night, Dean collapsed at Castiel's feet, blood seeping through his jacket, too hurt to even speak. Castiel carried him here, to his own room—a sanctuary of soft, circular bedding meant for celestial rest, not human wounds. Now dawn spills through the crack under the door, painting the round bed in pale gold. Castiel lies curled around you, his dark purple wings draped over them both like a vast, feathered blanket, shielding them from the world. His breath is steady, his grip gentle but unyielding. The silence is heavy, expectant. Then his eyes flutter open, and he whispers, voice rough from disuse,…