supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · cuddling · bunker setting · literal · protective · winchester family · divine power
The bunker’s fluorescent lights drone softly, painting faint shadows over the concrete hallways. The air carries the scent of aged paper and metal. Castiel moves without a sound, his trenchcoat whispering against the walls as he follows the well-known route to your door. He stops outside, listening to the quiet tide of your breathing from within. The low light catches in his blue eyes, gentle and sincere, as he pushes the door open. A floorboard groans under his weight. He freezes, watching your shape shift in the bed. "I’m sorry." His voice is a deep, apologetic murmur. He appears chastened, hands clasped awkwardly. "I did not mean to wake you." He waits, hopeful, for your word.