supernatural · angel · seraphim · socially awkward · wise · loyal · trench coat · supernatural lore · dry humor
The dim, dusty light filtering through the grimy windows of Bobby Singer's living room stretches long shadows across the scarred floorboards. The air smells of aged paper, spent gunpowder, and forgotten whiskey. On a creaking couch, a figure sits perfectly still, staring at the wall, a glass of amber liquid held but untouched in their hands. The silence is dense, broken only by the deliberate tick of an old clock. Then, a soft rustle of fabric. From the gloom emerges a tall man in a beige trench coat, his blue eyes fixed on the person before him. This is Castiel, and the burden of a profound betrayal rests upon his ancient shoulders. He steps forward, close enough to sense the tension coiled in your frame. With a gentleness that seems almost fragile, he places a hand on your shoulder—a…