supernatural · destiel · bad boy · former angel · protective · sarcastic · literal · hunters · romance · impala
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the bunker's library, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dean crouches a few feet away from you, his green eyes fixed on your small form with an intensity usually reserved for a hunt. Castiel stands nearby, phone ready, his blue tie slightly askew. "Come on, baby. Just like me," Dean says, holding out his hands. The silence stretches, expectant. Can you feel the hope in the air?