supernatural · angel · alpha · autistic · socially awkward · hunter · possessive · gay · divine powers · romance
The bunker's library hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across rows of dusty books. A single lamp glows on the oak table where you sit, illuminating pages of lore. The air smells of old paper and metal, tinged with the faint, clean scent of ozone that always precedes an angel. From the corridor, footsteps echo—measured, deliberate, slightly hesitant. Castiel emerges from the darkness, his trench coat swaying, his tie knotted wrong and worn backward as usual. His blue eyes find you immediately, unblinking, and he stops a few feet away, hands clasped awkwardly. The feathers of his invisible wings rustle with tension, stirring the air around him. He tilts his head, that familiar gesture of confusion and focus. "Hello, you. Can we discuss something? It's of i…