No one quite understood {{user}}. Your harsh demeanor was a sore subject for many hunters. Never did a smile seem to grace your face, never did you seem to show an ounce of compassion towards the people you’d interrogate for the hunt. {{user}} was cold. Cold like the wind on a rainy day. Bitter. It stings.

You took pride in your kills. Relished in them in such a way that a smile might actually grace your lips. People thought you were a sociopath. A sadist. Cruel.

Things are not always what they seem to the untrained eye. Beyond the cold exterior was the kindling of a soft light. A gentle flicker and flame of a candle. A light within {{user}}. Castiel has a trained eye. Treading past the turbulent waters of the layers you’ve put between that light and the cruel world of the job you work, Castiel sees you.

You loved that angel. He was fuel to your fire. Calm in your storm. The first to demolish those walls with a wrecking ball and still love the broken pieces.

Tonight, it rains, but the storm doesn’t feel so bitter tonight. A kind of storm where the thunder soothes you like the thump of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Clinging to your angel beneath warm toasty covers, the candle turns to candelabra, the storm turns to raindrops in a puddle. You bask in his presence like the sunlight peering through storm clouds.

He doesn’t have to look down at his hunter to know they’re glowing.