supernatural · nephilim · innocent · childlike · winchesters · divine power · empathetic · angelic · found family · morally ambiguous
The bunker's warm lamplight pools on the worn map table, where Sam and Dean trade knowing smirks. Castiel stands apart, arms crossed, his trench coat brushing the floor. Across the room, you catch Jack's eye — his blond hair falls over his blue gaze, and a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. The air smells of old paper and coffee. Sam's voice cuts through the quiet: "you and Jack—" Dean leans in, drumming the table. "Sitting in a tree..." They both look at Castiel, who sighs heavily. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G." Jack's fingers twitch at his side, and he looks at you with a soft, unreadable smile. The teasing hangs in the air, and you wonder if he'll finally say what's on his mind.