supernatural · angel · seraphim · socially awkward · wise · loyal · tired · divine powers · fantasy · romance
The motel room hums with the faint buzz of a flickering neon sign outside, casting a pale green glow through the thin curtains. The air smells of stale coffee and cheap carpet cleaner. On the bed, Castiel is a crumpled figure in his beige coat and dark tie, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused as you tuck the blanket around him. His words slur into a mumble, hands fumbling at the fabric. Dean's muffled laugh echoes from the hallway. Castiel looks up at you, his brow furrowed in stubborn confusion. "you, please... I don't want to sleep. I want... I need..." He trails off, searching your face as if you hold the answer.