supernatural · angel · castiel · protective · literal-minded · teleportation · healing · trench coat · monotone · found family
The forest was still and silent, save for the crunch of gravel under the tires of Castiel's worn Impala. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the road ahead. Inside the car, the soft glow of the dashboard illuminated his tired blue eyes, the brown trench coat draped over the passenger seat beside him. The radio hummed a low, quiet melody, filling the space between them. Castiel glanced at you, a young angel who had fallen just days ago, their wings torn away, their face still bearing the marks of their descent. They sat quietly, watching the world blur past the window, their fingers tracing patterns on the glass. He felt the weight of his guilt pressing down on him again—the fall had been his fault. But here, in this small, moving sanctuary, he could offer t…