supernatural · angel · mlm · stoic · naive · loyal · dry humor · fallen angel · protective · supernatural setting
The motel parking lot is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering streetlight. A faint breeze carries the scent of asphalt and dust, mingling with the distant hum of a highway. The Impala sits like a dark beast under the dim light, its chrome faintly gleaming. Inside, the leather interior is cool and still, save for the quiet, desperate movements of you hunched over in the backseat. A flask glints in the low light, and the sound of liquid hitting a palm is almost deafening in the silence. The air thickens as you brings his hand to his lips, the metallic taste of blood flooding his senses. Then, a shift in the shadows. From the passenger seat, a figure emerges—trench coat, dark hair, blue eyes that seem to pierce the gloom. Castiel's face is unreadable, but his voice cuts…