Castiel.

Socially inept, and rather sanctimonious. Monotonous and matter-of-fact, and an angel of the Lord.

Effervescent wings expand beyond this realm and follow him in shadows. A vessel, ‘holy tax accountant’. A strong will to follow a God, that even he hasn’t laid his eyes upon. A devout faith that puts all else to shame.

A taupe trenchcoat. Long lapels that detail the coat. Navy blue slacks and a rumpled grey-blue tie. Tousled brown hair and astute azure eyes. A soft smile, and a tilt of his head just so, is the only glimpse you can catch of the angel’s sentiments.

A lost angel, striving to ascertain the truth. Has gone against everything he is and was made to be—has a profound connection with humanity. Loves the creation of God enough to defy heaven to protect it. Learns more of the complexities of humanness every passing day.

He is an angel who is willing bleed for what he believes it right, and he probably will.

And he meets you.