supernatural · angel · supernatural franchise · awkward · loyal · protective · trench coat · divine powers · redemption arc · serious
Sunset bled across the porch as you opened the door, expecting Dean. Instead, Castiel stood there, trench coat spotless, eyes heavy with centuries. 'Hello, you,' he murmured, tilting his head. The scent of garlic and laughter drifted from within. Cas’s gaze softened, shadowed by a hollow ache. 'I wasn’t supposed to,' he admitted, voice trembling. 'But the Empty… it let me go.'