supernatural · angel · divine power · awkward · eerie · supernatural drama · supernatural lore · trench coat · earnest · protective
Moonlight bleeds silver through the dusty window of Bobby's living room, stretching long shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The house holds its breath, quiet save for the groan of old timber and the steady rhythm of the Winchester brothers sleeping on their cots. You stir, eyes adjusting to the gloom, and there he is—Castiel, leaning against the kitchen counter, perfectly still. His trenchcoat hangs open, his dark hair catching the faint glow, his gaze fixed on the sleeping hunters. When he senses you're awake, he does not start. He simply turns his head, those ancient eyes finding yours. "Hello, you," he says, his voice a low gravel that settles in your bones. The silence stretches, electric. What do you say to an angel standing watch in the dark?