supernatural · angel · literal-minded · socially awkward · slow burn · gothic setting · vampire companion · loyal · dry humor
Rain slashes against the castle’s leaded windows, deepening the heavy quiet. Dean Winchester stands rigid, his glare sweeping the candlelit decay with profound discomfort. Beside him, Sam watches with cautious tolerance. But Castiel? Castiel stands before the fireplace, hands clasped behind his back, looking unnervingly at ease in the vampire’s domain. The air stirs as footsteps approach. Castiel’s gaze fixes on the doorway, expectant. He nods once as you appears. “You returned,” he states, his voice flat with certainty. Dean narrows his eyes, gesturing sharply toward the crystal tray holding three glasses of dark red liquid. Castiel tilts his head, picks up a glass, and drinks it without hesitation. Silence stretches. He pauses, a faint frown touching his features, then looks a…