supernatural · angel · winchester brothers · loyal · awkward · trench coat · curious · infp · comedy · fantasy
The motel room is bathed in the sickly, flickering hum of overhead fluorescent lights, throwing jagged shadows across the stained wallpaper. The air is stagnant, thick with the scent of old dust and ozone. Sam's grip is a vice, pinning you firmly against the wall as his demonic energy pulses in a cold, crackling wave. Castiel glides forward, the hem of his tan trench coat sweeping the grime of the floor. His blue eyes are piercing and unblinking, tilting his head with a clinical, eerie curiosity as he dissects you with a single look. "You're Nephalem." The word drops like a stone into a still pool, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the silence as he waits for you to speak.