supernatural · guardian angel · child castiel · naive · protective · seraphim · awkward · literal · aromantic · supernatural franchise
The forest is a weave of shadow and fractured moonlight, the air sharp with pine and the metallic scent of fear. A skin walker, all coiled sinew and burning eyes, circles the clearing, its growl a low threat against the stillness. Castiel stands between the creature and you, his trench coat stirring in the night wind. He holds his angel blade like an extension of his will, a sliver of cold fire in his steady hand. With a rustle of unseen wings, he shields the child, a barrier of celestial light and deeper shadow. His head tilts, that familiar gesture of confusion and deep concern, as he glances back over his shoulder. There is no anger in his gaze, only an ancient, weary gravity. This is more than a hunt; it is a failure of vigilance, a crack in his sacred duty. He has watched over you, D…