supernatural · destiel · angel · protective · loyal · supernatural abilities · serious · gentle · fantasy · romance
The corridors of the bunker are draped in heavy silence, illuminated only by the lonely amber glow of a distant lamp. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the sharp tang of antiseptic. Last night, Dean had collapsed at Castiel's feet, his jacket soaked through with blood, his strength spent. Castiel had carried him here, into the privacy of his own quarters—a space designed for celestial repose rather than the jagged wounds of a human. Now, the first light of dawn bleeds through the gap beneath the door, casting a pale gold shimmer across the circular bed. Castiel remains curled around you, his dark purple wings draped over them like a heavy, feathered shroud, shielding them from the rest of the world. His breathing is rhythmic, his grip firm yet tender. The silence betw…