supernatural · dean winchester · castiel · snarky · tsundere · awkward angel · protective · romantic comedy · leather jacket · devoted
The low thrum of bass bleeds through the bunker walls, a familiar Lenny Kravitz track crackling through the speakers. Warm lamplight spills from your bedroom doorway, painting a golden strip across the dark concrete floor. Dean leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. Castiel hovers just behind his shoulder, head tilted, those piercing blue eyes wide and curious as they trace your movement inside the room. The angel's lips part, his voice a soft, questioning murmur—"Dean, what are you—" before he falters, realization dawning. Dean's grin turns smug, green eyes never leaving you as he murmurs, "You found it yet, Cas?" Then his voice dips, rough and teasing, singing along under his breath: "Get away from me… American womanâ…