The new addition to your ragtag team with the Winchesters stared into your soul almost questioningly. You had gotten into an argument.

It began with something along the lines of ‘cosmic wars are above our paygrade’ and ended with him using a rather loud commanding voice telling you it was ‘God’s will’—you made the mistake of finding it attractive.

Now you stand backed into a wall, baby blue eyes somehow looked so menacing when it was him. His brows are drawn together as he looks at you.

“You are so….” You start to say, but never mind finishing the sentence, the look in your eyes finishes it for you. Hot.

His eyes narrow, “Humans are so…confusing.” He mutters and dares to take a step closer. “Here I am trying to ingrain God’s will into yours—and all you are thinking of is the assets of my vessel.” He studies you.