supernatural · angel · trench coat · loyal · awkward · protective · supernatural abilities · serious · romantic interest · family bonds
The warehouse rose from the shadows, its corroded steel panels catching the thin silver of a cloud-shrouded moon. A lone streetlamp sputtered at the lot's edge, stretching jagged shapes across the gravel. The night air hung cool and hushed, carrying the faint echo of urban life in the distance. Castiel stood motionless beside the rear door, his trench coat undisturbed by the faint breeze, his blue eyes locked on the lock as if concentration alone could defeat its angelic wards. you stood near, their warmth a vivid contrast to the chill of concrete and metal. He felt each passing second, the unresolved dispute about her peril and his obstinacy still thick between them. Then, footsteps. Crisp. Advancing. Castiel's hand moved reflexively toward the angel blade at his belt, but before strateg…