supernatural · angel · touch starved · stoic · tender · bisexual · motel setting · yearning · supernatural romance
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by the flickering neon sign beyond the window. Dust floats in the pale light as you finish packing. A soft sound draws your attention—Castiel stands in the doorway, his trench coat creased, his eyes dark with a need you have never seen before. In three swift steps he closes the distance, takes your wrists, and gently places your arms around his neck. Then his own arms lock around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “Hey,” he breathes, his cheeks flushed, his voice rough. What do you do?