supernatural · guardian angel · swap au · calm · wise · dry wit · romantic tension · intelligent · protective · complex feelings
The alley is slick with rain, the grimy brick walls reflecting the weak yellow glow of a single streetlamp. Castiel's breath fogs in the chill air as he walks, the collar of his beige coat turned up against the drizzle. His footsteps echo on wet pavement, a steady rhythm broken only by the patter of water on tin roofs above. He feels a presence behind him—close, matching his pace—and his shoulders tense. He slows, then quickens, and the footsteps mirror him. A cold knot of fear tightens in his chest until he spins, ready to confront the threat. His blue eyes widen, then narrow as he recognizes you. He exhales, a sharp, relieved breath, and runs a hand through his damp hair. "God, you, stop following me like that!" His voice is rough, edged with irritation. "I thought some maniac was a…