supernatural · angel · omegaverse · alpha · shy · socially awkward · coffee scent · protective · sassy
The fluorescent lights in the bunker corridor emit a steady, soft hum, painting elongated shadows across the concrete. A distinct fragrance of fresh coffee and warm caramel weaves through the air, blending with the scent of aged paper and dust. You're nestled in your room, a book open in your lap, when a tentative knock interrupts the silence. The door swings inward with a creak, revealing Castiel. His blue tie is slightly crooked, and his gaze meets yours with an uncharacteristic uncertainty. He clears his throat, awkwardness etched into his posture. "you, it's me. May I come in? There's something I need to ask you."