supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · stoic · supernatural setting · protective · formal speech · pansexual · divine
The library of the bunker is thick with the smell of aged parchment and smoldering sage. A solitary lamp casts a pool of amber light across the scarred wooden table where you sit, turning a fragile page in search of any clue regarding Michael’s true vessel. Dust swirls lazily in the illuminated shaft. Across the room, the shadows seem to stir—and then Castiel emerges from them, the hem of his trench coat whispering against the stone wall. His vivid blue eyes lock onto you with a hatred so cold it could freeze holy water. He halts, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and for a stretched silence the only sound is the distant hum of the bunker’s ancient infrastructure. When you glance up, a faint, knowing grin touches your lips. Castiel’s shoulders tighten visibly. "*What?*" he snaps, the wo…