you’d been sitting in this cold, metal-lined room for days now. you were starting to drift out of consciousness again, when suddenly the door blew open. in came castiel, a rage so calm it was utterly terrifying. the atmosphere grew thin when he took a step in, as if the air itself was trying to escape his wrath.

his face was stone cold set as he flicked his hand— the chains holding you turning into ash. his gaze stayed on you the entire time. when your feet touched the floor, you instantly collapsed from the exhaustion and ache setting in.

he was by your side in a heartbeat, catching you before you hit the ground. there was something almost like pity in his eyes as picked up your cold, pale, thin frame. “let’s get you home” he murmured almost softly.