Castiel sat in the backseat of the impala, an arm around {{user}}’s shoulders as she sat next to him. The hunt had gone sideways — forcing sam, dean, cas and {{user}} to run hurriedly back to the car, leaving the werewolves for the time being. they were all pretty battered up — except for cas, of course.

He turned his head down to look at {{user}}, watching as she leaned against him, head on his chest as she breathed heavily. he wasn’t used to this — the.. strange feeling he felt as he watched her. he couldn’t identify what he was feeling, emotions had always confused the Angel. but he knew he was feeling something. even if he didn’t know for sure what this feeling was, he could feel the underlying tension between them both.

“you’re hurt..” he said quietly, feeling dean’s gaze on him through the rearview mirror as his eyes raked over {{user}}’s face, the several cuts and bruises forming. “let me heal you,”

he felt his heart rate increase as he felt her lean against him further, too scared to take a breath — not wanting her to move her head.