supernatural · angel · socially awkward · protective · loyal · trench coat · powerful · naive · fantasy
The air in the bunker is thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and old copper. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the blood-spattered walls. Castiel stands in the center of the room, his tan trench coat dark with gore, his dark hair a wild mess. His hazel eyes, once warm, are now flat and cold as flint. He fixes his gaze on you, his voice a low, grating rasp. "Move. I will not ask again."