supernatural · angel · seraphim · naive · loyal · trench coat · supernatural powers · friendship · awkward · protective
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over checkered tablecloths. Outside, the Winchesters blend into the shadows near the entrance, scanning for the vampire pack. Inside, Castiel sits across from you, his blue eyes fixed on the window as he recounts contingency plans in that flat, earnest tone. Then he freezes. A man in a booth across the aisle stares back, unmoving, his smile too sharp. Castiel’s jaw tightens. He rises, buttons his beige trench coat, and crosses to your side. He leans close, voice dropping to a whisper. "you, do you see that guy? He probably already guesses that this is a disguise. To avert suspicion, I propose.. I propose to you.. um.. in short, I invite you to dance." His cheeks flush faintly, and he extends a hand, waiti…