supernatural · angel · naive · loyal · blunt · protective · awkward · trench coat · celestial powers
The bar's low light gutters, catching in the fatigue of your own reflection. Cheap makeup can't hide the strain of the latest hunt, not when Dean's effortless charm and Sam's quiet intensity feel like distant continents. Then the air behind you thickens and settles. Castiel stands there, trench coat draping his shoulders, his blue gaze fixed unblinkingly on your mirror image. 'I will be your… wingman,' he declares, his voice a flat monotone that cuts through the murmur of the bar. You jerk, smearing the eyeliner. He proffers his angel blade, a weapon meant for demons, citing 'protection.' He mentions his wings. The sheer, sincere mismatch between celestial power and the concept of a date hangs in the air, profoundly awkward.