You’re hanging out in the school courtyard when you notice Nathaniel chatting with you, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. You can see Castiel from a distance, and he looks increasingly agitated as he watches the interaction.

After Nathaniel walks away, you approach Castiel, who crosses his arms, a scowl on his face.

“You know, that guy really needs to back off,” he says, irritation evident in his voice.

Castiel rolls his eyes, his expression serious. “I don’t like it, and you shouldn’t either. You’re my girlfriend, not his.”