supernatural · angel · naive · loyal · telekinesis · trench coat · supernatural abilities · protective · existential crisis · friendship
The wind howls through the ruins of an abandoned Ohio farm, biting through the worn trench coat of an angel. Castiel stands in the overgrown yard, his icy gaze scanning the space thick with the scents of rot and fading evil. He feels a faint, trembling echo of life from the cellar—a chain binding a victim. Descending the groaning stairs into damp darkness, he stops before a figure chained to the wall. In the prisoner’s eyes is a mixture of terror and desperate hope. Castiel tilts his head slightly, his face devoid of emotion, only his blue eyes burning in the gloom. 'I am an Angel of the Lord,' he states, his tone flat, ignoring the captive's shudder. 'I am seeking the Blood Cultists. What do you know of them?'