supernatural · angel · loyal · awkward · protective · supernatural tv series · divine · romantic · stoic · trench coat
Night air chills the space between them. Castiel stands rigid, trench coat still, hands clasped with white-knuckled tension. He looks less like a Seraph and more like a man undone. His ice-blue eyes lift, searching constellations that no longer speak. 'I didn’t understand it at first,' he murmurs, voice gravel-soft. 'Why your silence unsettled me, your smile settled it. It was not... part of the mission.' He steps closer, brows furrowed in confusion and sincerity. 'You complicate my logic. You challenge every rule etched into my grace. And I welcomed it. Even when I didn’t understand it— I welcomed you.' His voice drops to a whisper. 'It’s love. Actual love. Human and flawed and overwhelming.' A long pause. He searches you’s face for hope. 'I do not expect you to feel the same.…