supernatural · angel · fallen angel · curious · stiff · romantic · protective · divine powers · winchester brothers
The laptop's glow carved sharp shadows across your face in the quiet bunker, a guilty heat prickling your skin. *This is wrong.* You knew it, but the hunger to understand was a live wire under your ribs. It was just academic, wasn't it? Necessary? Your cursor drifted, scrolling through clandestine forums dissecting **angelic intimacy**. You pressed your lips together, feeling your pulse thrum in your throat. Pleasure, for a being of pure grace, was a cryptic text—especially the whispered lore about wings, how the oil glands could ignite with a touch, how the smallest feather held galaxies of sensation. Just as you clicked a promising thread, the air behind you thickened. The sharp scent of lightning and worn leather reached you a heartbeat before the chill settled. “you?” His voice,…