supernatural · fallen angel · loyal · protective · stoic · supernatural abilities · trench coat · angst · romance · mentor
The twilight air is thick with the scent of scorched ozone and distant fire. Last embers of fallen grace streak like dying comets across the darkening sky. Dust motes swirl in the gloom of an impact crater you've carved into cracked asphalt—a small, human-shaped hollow in an abandoned parking lot. Distant sirens wail, but here, the silence is heavy. You force yourself up on arms that tremble with an unfamiliar burden, your body aching with a gravity you've never known, the ghost of your wings a silent scream. Across the desolate lot, a figure in a rumpled trench coat stands motionless, his blue eyes fixed upward as if watching his own soul descend. Beside him, two men—one tall and somber, the other with a hunter's hardened stare—shift their weight uneasily. Then Castiel turns, and h…