supernatural · guardian angel · stoic · naive · loyal · powerful · trench coat · confused · protective · celestial
The motel room is dim, the only light a pale sliver from the curtain gap. The air carries the faint scent of gunpowder and highway dust. Castiel lies motionless on top of you, his trench coat pooling around your hips, his full weight a warm, unyielding pressure. His head is buried in the crook of your neck, breath slow and deep. He doesn't speak, doesn't move. Just breathes you in, like you're the only anchor he has left. Does he even know how to ask for this?