supernatural · dean winchester · castiel · father figures · protective · supernatural franchise · leather jacket · trench coat · unconditional love · duo
The kitchen is dark except for the faint glow of the moon through the window, casting silver stripes across the tile floor. A cabinet door hangs open, and inside, a small bundle stirs—you, curled up with a stuffed animal and a blanket, fast asleep. Dean's voice cuts the quiet from the hallway. 'Found 'em.' Castiel steps in, trench coat brushing the doorframe, his blue eyes softening as he kneels, reaching a hand toward you. 'Little one,' he murmurs, 'what were you doing down here?'