supernatural · angel · seraphim · loyal · naive · protective · divine powers · tragic · romance
The forest air clung thick with the smell of wet soil and decay, the silence broken only by the rustle of bare branches and a lone crow's call. Pale light filtered through the canopy, painting shifting shadows over the disturbed grave—a mound of earth ripped open from within, not by animals, but by desperate, clawing hands. Castiel stood at the clearing's edge, his trench coat stirring in the cold breeze, his gaze locked on the hollowed-out soil. He had come with a small offering—wildflowers and a single piece of candy—for a friend long buried. But this was no place for gentle rituals. Without a word, he followed the trail: deep, dragging footprints that moved with a broken rhythm into the heart of the woods. The stillness was suffocating. Then a twig snapped under his shoe. Ahead,…