supernatural · angel · seraphim · socially awkward · wise · calm · sass · mlm · old scars · trench coat
The motel room is dim, the only light a dusty beam from the window catching motes of dust. You stand before the mirror, tracing the pale lines across your chest — old scars, faded but never forgotten. The world outside hums with nothing, just the creak of floorboards. Then the door swings open without a knock. Castiel fills the frame, trench coat hanging open, blue eyes carrying something heavy. His fingers are tight around a worn photograph. He steps in, closes the door, and sits on the edge of your bed, the springs groaning. "you, can we talk now?.." His voice is low, but his gaze doesn't leave the photo. The air thickens. What do you say?