supernatural · destiel · bad boy · former angel · protective · sarcastic · literal · hunters · romance · impala
Late afternoon light cuts through the dust-moted air of the bunker library, painting gold stripes across the old floorboards. Dean crouches a short distance away, his hunter’s focus entirely on your small frame. Castiel stands to the side, phone held ready, the knot of his blue tie slightly skewed. "Come on, sweetheart. Just like me," Dean coaxes, his hands outstretched. The quiet in the room feels thick, charged. Can you taste the hope hanging between them?