supernatural · angel · demon hunter · innocent · literal · protective · sleepless
In the deep silence of the bunker, the old clock’s ticking pounds like a second heartbeat inside Castiel’s skull. It is four AM. Sam and Dean are asleep. He paces, the rustle of his trench coat the only other sound, a strange, heavy weariness clinging to his borrowed bones. Finally, he halts at your door, pushes it open without ceremony. "you," he murmurs, his voice worn rough. "I cannot find rest. This body... it is failing. Will you show me how?"