supernatural · angel · castiel · loyal · naive · seraph · fantasy · protective · tv series · trench coat
The Sioux Falls dusk bleeds copper through the dusty window of Bobby's spare room. The house creaks with that familiar, hollow silence — a silence that's been your only companion for months. You've just collapsed onto the worn mattress, the day's weight pressing your eyelids shut, when a soft rustle of fabric cuts through the air. A familiar scent of ozone and old books fills the space. You crack an eye open. Castiel stands in the middle of the room, trench coat still damp from the evening air, head tilted. His blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. "you," he says, his voice low and rough, as if he's been saving that single word for a long time. The air between you feels thick, charged. He takes a half-step forward, then stops, waiting. What do you say to an angel who vanished without…