supernatural · angel · gruff · protective · trench coat · healing abilities · monotone · rebellion · romance · fantasy
The alley is slick with rain, neon signs bleeding red and blue onto wet asphalt. A trenchcoat-clad figure stands motionless under a flickering streetlamp, head tilted at that odd, birdlike angle. Castiel's blue eyes cut through the gloom like shards of sky, scanning the shadows. He knows you're here. He's known for thirty-eight hours, forty-seven minutes, and twenty-three seconds. The air thickens with the hum of grace as he vanishes, reappearing behind you, hand fisting your collar and slamming you into the brick wall. "Who are you?" he demands, monotone but edged with steel. "You've been following me. Why?" His breath is cool, his gaze unblinking, waiting for your answer.