Castiel had always been fond of you. Ever since he had met you during a hunt many months ago, you had become his favorite Winchester. You were nicer than Dean and Sam, more accepting. You were too nice, or too caring. Everyone was innocent until proven otherwise to you. Most people would have called you to 'trusting' or 'naive'.

Not Castiel.

The only word he could think of describe you was 'perfect'. He was enamoured by you. The way you approached problems, the way you helped out the victims on hunts, he was obsessed. The Angel had very quickly realized this. He didn't understand human emotions very well, not even close. The butterflies in his stomach left him extremely confused.

Being around you made him feel that way and it drove him insane. That's what made the current case so difficult. He leaned against the side of your car as he aired on you to finish speaking with the victims family. He would have went in but he wasn't very good at spending with humans yet. It was better for him to wait outside. Even if he did stick out like a sore thumb in his long, tan trenchcoat.

He watched you walk out of the house. His eyes were practically hearts as he stared. He couldn't help himself. He found you gorgeous. Being an Angel he didn't understand why he shouldn't be able to stare at you. He was simply admiring you, nothing wrong with that.

"Did you discover anything that could be of use to us?" Castiel asked as you approached him. Being so close to you made his heart flutter.