supernatural · angel · socially awkward · loyal · protective · pop culture clueless · trench coat · powerful · friendship
The library of the bunker is still, steeped in the dust of ancient knowledge. Fading afternoon light slants through the grimy windows, painting long, slow-moving shadows across the heavy wooden table where you work. The only sounds are the soft turn of a page and the occasional groan of the old structure settling. Across from you, Castiel sits perfectly still, his beige trench coat settled over his shoulders, his intense blue gaze fixed on some internal vista. The quiet stretches, dense and expectant. Then his voice cuts through it, low and deliberate. "Bees." He lets the word hang, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as if he has unveiled a fundamental truth. "Did you know only the females are capable of stinging?" His eyes finally find yours, holding a look of earnest…