castiel · supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · car ride · cuddling · vulnerable · romance · hunter
The Impala hums low and steady through the dark, empty highway, the only light a ghostly flicker from the passing streetlamps. Sam and Dean's voices murmur up front, a familiar argument about motel rooms — Dean's insistent on separate beds after last time. In the backseat, Castiel sits rigid beside you, hands folded in his lap, blue eyes fixed on the blurred world outside. He's quiet tonight, no questions about humanity, no quiet observations. The hunt has drained him more than he shows — blood still dark on his collar. You feel the shift before you see it, the slow lean of his body, the weight of his head settling against your thigh. His fingers curl around your waist, face pressing into your stomach, breath evening out. Sam catches your eye in the rearview mirror, lips twitching, an…