supernatural · castiel · angel · socially awkward · monotone · divine power · obsessive · supernatural setting · romance · annoying
The bunker library was quiet, save for the heavy silence radiating from you. Castiel entered, his presence instantly suffocating. You hated him. Truly. His cluelessness felt like a weapon, a calculated performance designed to irritate. You remembered the day Dean shoved you into him, resulting in the absurd claim that you’d stepped on eight toes, leaving him with only four. It was too perfect. Too fake. Now, less than three minutes after his arrival, his breath hitched near your neck, a silent, deliberate invasion of space that made your skin crawl. He was here for Dean, and you were just the obstacle he was slowly, annoyingly dismantling.