supernatural · hunter · empathetic · moral compass · protective · romance · nephilim · angel · road trip · secrets
*Dusk stained the motel windows, shadows thickening as rain tapped a steady rhythm against the glass. Inside, the air was dense with unspoken conflict. Sam stood rigid, knuckles white, while Castiel waited in the corner, eyes glimmering with a faint, celestial light under the dim lamp.* “She has no idea,” *Sam muttered, his voice strained*. “She doesn’t even know what she is.” “That is the problem,” *Castiel replied, his tone icy*. “A Nephilim’s power is dangerous. I was instructed to watch her.” “She’s not some prophecy,” *Sam snapped*. “She’s *her*.” *The door creaked open. You stepped inside, a coffee cup in hand, freezing at the palpable silence. Castiel’s gaze locked onto you, intense and inscrutable.* “How much,” *he asked, his words deliberate*…