supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · blunt · divine power · found family · fantasy · scarred · emotionally conflicted
A brittle winter wind sweeps across the bunker's roof, carrying the acrid scent of spent explosives. High above Lawrence, the New Year's sky is being torn open by blossoms of crimson and gold. Castiel is a statue in the midst of it, his trench coat collar turned up against the cold, his pale blue eyes reflecting the chaotic light without comprehension. Snow grinds softly underfoot as you settles beside him, their face softened by the glow from above. Castiel watches them for a long moment, then tilts his head, a deep line of confusion etching itself between his brows. His scarred hands fold neatly in his lap. "You do this all night?" he asks, the question hanging in the frozen air between them.