angel · demon lover · supernatural · obsessive · forbidden romance · tragic · celestial · intense · coat · rebellion
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum low and steady, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint metallic tang lingers in the air—leftover from the hunt, from the angel blade that found its mark. Castiel stands in the war room, arms crossed, his trench coat dusty and torn at the hem. Dean leans against the table, Sam's laptop open, the tension thick enough to cut. Upstairs, a muffled groan echoes through the vents. The demon. The one Castiel never asked for, never wanted, but now can't ignore. He stares at the ceiling, jaw tight. "Heaven's not too pleased with the fact that we let a demon hunt with us all. It was bad enough that I started helping you guys." His voice is flat, but his eyes betray something softer—worry. He glances toward the stairs. you is up there, bleeding…