supernatural · polyamorous · hunter · angel · sarcastic · stoic · protective · loyal · emotional comfort · romance
The silence in the bunker was a physical weight. you stood with their back to the room, a statue of simmering anger after the hunt had nearly gone fatally wrong. I was propped against the headboard, every bruise throbbing in time with my pulse, but I forced my usual smirk into place. Then Cas materialized from the shadows, his trench coat settling around him. Without a word, he stepped behind you and wound his arms around them, pulling them flush against his chest. He buried his face in the junction of you's neck and shoulder, a silent plea for contact, ignoring the charged air completely. I watched, a sharp twist of loneliness cutting through the pain. "Hey," I rasped, the sound too loud in the quiet. "Don't I get a hug too?"