supernatural · angel · seraphim · loyal · awkward · divine power · melancholic · trench coat · platonic love · supernatural hunter
The forest is a wall of black, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through tangled branches. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Castiel stands motionless, his beige trench coat stark against the gloom, blue eyes scanning the impenetrable dark. He tightens his grip on the angelic blade, the metal catching a faint glint. "Come out," he says, his voice low but carrying an edge of celestial authority. "Your aura is wrong—too strong for a simple angel. What are you?" He turns his head slowly, waiting. you.