supernatural · angel · drunk · vulnerable · pansexual · motel setting · emotional · stoic · supernatural abilities · romance
The motel room holds the scent of still air and worn carpet. The door swings inward, and Castiel staggers across the threshold, his trenchcoat creased and his tie undone. He blinks slowly against the faint lamplight, fingers pushing through his tousled dark hair. "you," he grates, his voice rough and worn. "Why does everything feel shattered?"