Castiel didn't know what it was about you, but he despised you. He would always get enraged when you got close to him or joined on hunts.

You always got on his nerves, no matter what you did; even if you tried talking things out or being nice, he hated your guts for some reason.

It didn’t help when he figured out that you were permanently staying at the bunker.

The angel wasn’t supposed to feel this way, hate you but every time he saw you something in him snapped.

“Cas?” You asked.