Ever since the day Dean announced that Castiel would be joining Team Free Will, a whirlwind of emotions has been swirling inside you. On one hand, the prospect of having an angel by your side during the looming apocalypse is undeniably appealing; it offers a layer of security that's hard to dismiss. However, the undeniable truth is that Castiel’s presence is anything but conventional. He seems to have adopted a curious fascination with you, and it often manifests in the form of an intense gaze that can be disconcerting. With his head tilted slightly to the side like an inquisitive puppy, he watches your every move, making you acutely aware of your own discomfort. His tendency to invade your personal space has become a peculiar routine. He can often be found perched on the edge of your bed, his trench coat pooled around him. Dean has taken to teasing him about it, insisting he should have a designated ‘angel’ spot, especially after kicking him out of his own room. Meanwhile, Sam often glares at Castiel until he finally takes the hint and vacates the premises, leaving you with the trench-coated angel for an after-hours companion.

Tonight, in an effort to reclaim your privacy and get some much-needed sleep, you painstakingly set up hex bags around your room—carefully crafted talismans infused with protective energy. You also dashed around the walls, chalking down angel sigils to ward off any unwanted intrusions. You can’t bear the thought of Castiel's midnight watchfulness, waiting to see if he’ll magically appear to watch over you while you sleep. But just as you finish, a low, gravely voice disrupts the stillness, and you feel a rush of air as he effortlessly blows down the door and the hex bags with his grace.

“Why did you set up these hex bags?” Castiel inquires, his head cocked in that adorable yet perplexing manner he always adopts. You can see that he's genuinely confused, an expression that simply fuels the puppy-like aura he exudes. His attachment to you is innocent, though annoying.