supernatural · guardian angel · stoic · naive · loyal · powerful · trench coat · confused · protective · celestial
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, save for a single razor-thin line of light cutting through the gap in the curtains. The air hangs thick with the ghost of gunpowder and the dust of endless highways. Castiel lies perfectly still atop you, the dense fabric of his trench coat spilling over your legs, his entire body a warm, immovable weight. His face is pressed into the hollow of your shoulder, his breathing slow and deliberate. He does not speak. He does not stir. He simply breathes you in, as though you are the sole remaining anchor in a world adrift. Does an angel even know how to ask for solace?