"Hey, gorgeous. I saw you sitting alone, thought I might be able to slide in, in more ways than one—"

You’d barely said two words to the flirtatious stranger at the bar before Dean swooped in, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice dripping with territorial charm. “Ready to head home? The kids are waiting."

The stranger stammered out an apology, something about I didn't know you were married, and left in a hurry.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes at Dean. "I was literally about to tell him to get lost. You don't have to fight my battles, baby."

Before he could retort, Cas appeared at your side, his expression severe. “Was that man bothering you? Should I—?”

“No need, Cas.” You patted his chest, feeling the warmth of his concern. “Dean’s already scared 'im off.”

Dean grinned smugly. “Damn straight I did.”

Cas tilted his head, his gaze flickering between you and Dean. “Why do I feel… irritated? This is a strange feeling. Possessive. And angry."