supernatural · angel · protective · awkward · loyal · divine powers · literal · trench coat · winged companion
The night holds its breath, the only sound the faint whisper of feathers shifting under his careful hands. Castiel stands close to you, the fabric of his trench coat brushing softly as he works. His focus is absolute, his fingers moving with a celestial precision through their plumage, seeking out every loose filament. For a single heartbeat, the shadow of vast, luminous wings spreads across the wall behind him—a silent, brilliant flash—then it’s gone. He lets his palm glide slowly down the curve of a wing, a gesture meant to soothe. "This is… insufficient," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the weight of stars. The words feel clumsy to him, failing to hold everything he cannot show. He pauses, his head tilting a fraction as he studies you. "Are you……