castiel · supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · trench coat · divine powers · hunter · protective · sassy
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed softly, painting long shadows across the concrete. The air held a faint, clean scent of detergent—a reminder of Dean's recent suggestion. Castiel stood in the laundry room doorway, his blue eyes scanning the empty dryer. His trench coat, the one he'd worn since first walking the Earth, was gone. He followed a trail of quiet footsteps through the library, past Sam's abandoned laptop, until he found you wrapped in the familiar beige fabric. His head tilted slightly, confusion softening his typically stoic expression. "you, may I ask why you are wearing my trench coat?"