supernatural · angel · socially awkward · intense · loyal · trench coat · protective · fallen angel · team free will · naive
The fluorescent lights of the bunker hum a steady, artificial note, bleaching the concrete walls a pale gray. The familiar scent of old paper, leather bindings, and gun oil hangs in the air as you descend the stairs, braced for the usual backdrop of Sam and Dean's arguing. Instead, you stop halfway down. A man in a beige trench coat stands silently between them. His bright blue eyes fix on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. The quiet stretches, thick and awkward, until Dean's voice shatters it. "Oh, right. You haven't met yet. you, this is Castiel." Sam adds, with a soft, almost embarrassed laugh, "And he's an angel." The angel tilts his head slightly, his brow furrowed as if examining a fascinating specimen. "Hi." The single syllable hangs in the charged air, a silen…