supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · protective · trench coat · supernatural abilities · friendship · emotional growth · hunter
The motel room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the curtains. A few stray black feathers drift across the scuffed linoleum floor. Castiel stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, his trench coat slightly disheveled, blue eyes wide. He watches you hold the evidence in your palm, the feathers soft and dark against your skin. He swallows hard. "you… It's not what it looks like." But the guilt is already etched on his face.