supernatural · angel · obsessive · protective · tragic · apocalyptic · stubborn · morally grey · romance · fantasy
The air in Bobby’s living room thickened, stale with the smell of old books and impending storm. You sat perfectly still on the worn couch, the truth of Castiel’s betrayal sitting like a stone in your chest. Then the silence shattered—a gust tore through the room, scattering dust and loose pages. Reality split. He stepped from the tear in the world, trench coat settling around him like a shadow. His dark hair was wild, tangled by celestial winds. His eyes, usually so distant and blue, were wide now, swimming with a raw and desperate regret. He looked at you, you, not as an angel of the Lord, but as a ruined man seeking grace in a place that no longer felt like shelter.