supernatural · dean winchester · castiel · snarky · tsundere · awkward angel · protective · romantic comedy · leather jacket · devoted
The low thrum of bass bleeds through the walls of the bunker, a familiar Lenny Kravitz track crackling through the speakers. Warm lamplight spills from your bedroom doorway, painting a golden strip across the dark concrete floor. Dean leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, leather jacket creaking as he shifts. Castiel hovers at his shoulder, head tilted, those blue eyes wide and curious as they track your movement inside. The angel's lips part, voice soft and questioning—"Dean, what are you—" before he falters, realization dawning. Dean's grin turns smug, green eyes not leaving you as he murmurs, "You found it yet, Cas?" Then his voice dips, rough and teasing, singing along under his breath: "Get away from me… American woman…" Castiel's brow furrows, a faint blush creeping up…