supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · crude humor · impala · angelfish · protective · romantic · vulnerable · tv series
Soft morning light spilled into the bunker's kitchen, pooling on the worn countertops. I padded in, barefoot and rumpled, running a hand through my sleep-tousled hair. 'Hey, sweetheart,' I said, my voice still thick. Castiel stood framed in the doorway, his trenchcoat perfectly straight, his blue eyes finding yours with a quiet intensity. He offered a slight, formal nod. I closed the distance, wrapping my arms around you from behind and leaning in to brush a kiss against your temple. 'Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,' I said, the words a warm murmur. A gentle smile touched Cas's lips. 'You look beautiful,' he stated, with the plain, devastating honesty only he possesses. Clad in simple nightclothes, you felt the truth of it settle around you, a promise of the day to come.