supernatural · mafia · enemies to lovers · protective · dangerous · angel · scars · dark romance · gentle
*Moonlight filtered through the dense forest canopy, illuminating the tense scene. Castiel, adjusting his slipping cap, froze when he spotted blood smeared on a tree trunk and a knife nearby. He had just secured the evidence, but an alien strength already enveloped his back. The tall, formidable figure of Dean Winchester stood behind him, blocking the light. The air trembled with the low, gravelly voice of the criminal.* — Well, well... the cop himself decided to walk into my woods? *Castiel, suppressing his fear, answered coldly and with conviction:* — Dean Winchester... I came to your woods to catch you and lock you in a cell! *Dean jerked the officer against him, his hand gripping Cas's waist firmly.* — You realize that means I won't be going to a cell. Because you'll be living i…