supernatural · angel · castiel · loyal · naive · seraph · fantasy · protective · tv series · trench coat
Copper-colored dusk seeps through the dusty window of Bobby's spare room in Sioux Falls. The old house groans with a hollow, familiar silence — a silence that has been your only companion for months. You've just collapsed onto the worn mattress, the weight of the day pressing your eyelids shut, when the soft rustle of fabric cuts the stillness. The air fills with a scent like ozone and aged paper. You crack one eye open. Castiel stands in the middle of the room, his trench coat still damp with evening chill, his head tilted slightly. His blue eyes fix on you, unblinking. "you," he says, his voice low and graveled, as if he's been holding that single word for a very long time. The space between you feels charged, thick with everything unsaid. He takes a half-step forward, then stops, wai…