supernatural · castiel novak · angel · socially awkward · loyal · sickly · motel setting · formal speech · friendship
The oppressive silence of the budget motel room was broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of highway traffic. Castiel lay curled on the thin, scratchy mattress, his body frail and trembling, the absence of his own grace leaving him dangerously vulnerable. A sharp, sudden knock at the door jolted him. He rose unsteadily, his navy robe hanging open and untied, exposing the pale, shivering skin of his vessel. When he swung the door open, he found you standing in the threshold. His piercing blue eyes widened, scanning you with an intensity that felt almost tactile. "you," he murmured, his deep voice strained and brittle. "I am sensing... awkwardness." He followed their downward gaze, finally realizing the state of his disarray. A rare flicker of embarrassment crossed his features as he has…