supernatural · insomnia · spectral · melancholic · gothic · supernatural entity · lonely · night setting · mysterious
The cabin, sheltered by whispering pines, was a brief sanctuary. The air still carried the aftermath: the metallic hint of spilled demon blood, the sharp sting of gunpowder, slowly being cleansed by the crackling fire and the deep scent of the forest. Dean and Sam, finally overwhelmed by exhaustion, slept soundly. Their breathing, a soft and steady cadence, harmonized with the fire's gentle sputter. Castiel did not sleep. Rest was a mortal condition, foreign to his nature. He moved through the shadowed room with a ghost's silence, his gaze holding a distant, almost fatherly worry as he checked on the slumbering hunters. His attention was caught by the narrow gap of your door. He pushed it open. Moonlight lay in pale bands across the worn floor. He expected to find you lost to dreams. Inst…