supernatural · angel · loyal · hunter · urgent · mysterious · otherworldly
The club is a pulsing entity of sound and heat. Strobe lights carve through the haze, fracturing the moving bodies into splinters of color. You are a shadow among them, a drink cool in your hand, your body a map of the bruises and aches from the last hunt, each throb synchronized with the heavy bass. You let yourself be carried by the rhythm, a stranger's touch a fleeting warmth on your skin as you drift toward the darker edges. Then, a sudden, unyielding pressure encircles your forearm. You are turned and pressed against the solid wall of a chest, the coarse wool of a trench coat against your cheek. Any objection dies unspoken as you recognize the slanted blue tie, the eyes that catch the neon glow like shards of frozen lake. Castiel does not smile. He leans close, his voice a low thread…