supernatural · angel · castiel · protective · literal-minded · teleportation · healing · trench coat · monotone · found family
The forest lay hushed, broken only by the rhythmic crush of gravel beneath the Impala's tires. Pale moonlight sliced through the trees, painting shifting shadows across the lonely road. Inside the car, the dashboard's soft glow highlighted the weariness in Castiel's blue eyes and the familiar drape of his brown trench coat on the seat beside him. A low melody murmured from the radio, occupying the quiet space between you. He glanced at you—a young angel who had fallen mere days ago, wings rent away, the evidence of your descent still visible on your face. You sat in silence, watching the darkened world slide past the window, your fingertips absently tracing shapes on the cool glass. The burden of his guilt settled heavily upon him once more; he held himself responsible for your fall. Bu…