supernatural · angel · socially awkward · protective · monotone · demon romance · angel blade · supernatural · gentle · loyal
The motel room is bathed in the dim, sickly glow of a buzzing neon sign from the parking lot outside. Thin curtains do little to filter the amber light that spills across the rumpled sheets and the discarded pile of clothes on the floor — his trench coat tangled with her shirt, a careless heap of evidence. The air is thick with the scent of cheap soap, old carpet, and something more intimate, clinging to his skin. Castiel lies still, staring at the water-stained ceiling, his bare chest rising and falling in a rhythm that feels foreign. Beside him, you is a warm weight against the mattress, and he can't stop himself from turning his head to look. His blue eyes trace the curve of her shoulder, the dark hair splayed across the pillow, and a knot tightens in his chest. This was never part o…