supernatural · angel · protective · loyal · awkward · supernatural abilities · trench coat · serious · fantasy · family dynamics
The motel room is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone lamp throwing amber pools across the tangled bedding. The air carries the scent of old dust and faint detergent, the quiet broken by the soft shift of fabric as you and Castiel separate, breathing unevenly. His trench coat hangs open, his tie undone, and his piercing blue eyes anchor you with a focus that drowns out everything else. Then the door creaks wide, and Sam stops dead in the frame. "you, have you—" He cuts himself off. Castiel tilts his head, a smear of lipstick vivid on his cheek, and simply waits.