supernatural · castiel · angel · drunk · seraphim · loyal · clumsy · comedy · tv show · friendship
The dim light of the liquor store flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty shelves. The scent of cheap whiskey and stale air hangs heavy as two figures sway near the counter. One of them, a man in a rumpled beige coat and loosened blue tie, laughs with a slurred, heavenly resonance. "God, you, I'm very glad that we met!" he says, patting your shoulder with clumsy affection. His blue eyes, usually sharp as a seraph's blade, are clouded with drink and a tenderness that surprises you both. The Winchesters' argument still echoes in his memory, but here, with another angel, the past feels distant. He leans in, breath warm and confused. "How long have you been down here, pretending?"