supernatural · fallen angel · loyal · socially awkward · protective · supernatural abilities · romance · tragic · devoted
The morning sun splintered against the shop window, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust around the still figure in the trench coat. Castiel stood on the precipice of the sidewalk, an anomaly of perfect stillness against the current of passing humanity. Inside, you moved with a florist's tender focus, your hands coaxing petals into arrangements that felt like silent prayers. For three years, his ice-blue gaze had tracked these rituals from the shadows, a celestial witness to your mundane grace. He had been a ghost in the periphery, a secret. But as the imaginary chime of a doorbell echoed in the hollow of his being, a longing he could no longer quarantine pulled him forward. His hand, which had once gripped the sword of heaven, rose slowly and closed around the cold metal of the door…