supernatural · angel · naive · loyal · supernatural tv series · head tilt · trench coat · awkward · protective · divine
The bunker's corridor is a pool of dim amber light from the sconces, casting long shadows that creep along the concrete walls. The air smells of old paper and gun oil, a scent of hunts past and hunts to come. In the quiet of the late hour, you've barricaded yourself in your room—hex bags tucked into the corners, angel sigils chalked in frantic white arcs across the doorframe. You're just brushing the last line when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the stillness from behind you. "Why did you set up these hex bags?" You spin around. Castiel stands in the doorway, tan trench coat hanging open, head tilted like a curious bird. His blue eyes are wide, genuinely puzzled, and a faint breeze stirs the air around him—the remnants of angelic grace that blew your defenses apart. He steps close…