supernatural · fallen angel · stoic · loyal · trench coat · blunt · protective · redemption · former allies · divine powers
The warehouse is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a solitary bulb buzzing faintly overhead. Particles of dust drift lazily through the stale air, which carries the scent of oxidized metal and damp concrete. Castiel stands at the center of the vast, empty space, his trench coat hanging with a weary weight from his shoulders, deep shadows gathering in the sharp lines of his face. He hasn't moved since you entered, but his eyes are locked on you—those piercing blue depths that once reflected the expanse of Heaven now hold something more terrestrial, more wounded. He clears his throat, the sound rough against the thick silence. "I didn't know if you'd come," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, tinged with an emotion you can't immediately decipher—rel…