supernatural · castiel · demon possession · mental instability · loyal ally · hunter lifestyle · tragic hero · dry wit · chaotic
The hospital hallway glows under the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a pale, antiseptic sheen over everything. The smell is a blend of harsh cleaner and stale coffee grounds. You're stationed outside Castiel's door, where the soft scrape of his bare feet on the tile has become a familiar rhythm after all these weeks of watchfulness. Today, the Winchester brothers have arrived—Dean's posture is rigid, Sam's gaze is apprehensive. You just informed them that Castiel tapped into his grace again, a delicate, hopeful spark amid his recovery. Dean's voice slices through the quiet, edged and cold. "you, you've done your job. Now it's time for him to do his." You hold his stare, your own tone level, freighted with the exhaustion of countless nights and the trust you've painstaking…