supernatural · angel · loyal · naive · protective · trench coat · celestial powers · found family · emotional conflict · hunter
The motel room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the sickly yellow light of a streetlamp bleeding through the thin curtains. A scatter of black feathers lies like fallen leaves on the scuffed linoleum. Castiel is a statue in the kitchen doorway, his trench coat hanging open, his blue eyes wide and fixed on your hand where you cradle the soft, dark evidence. His throat works silently before the words come out strained and tight. *you… It’s not what it looks like.* But the guilt is already written plainly across his face, a confession in the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders.