castiel always treated you like you were the rarest diamond, the prettiest woman. you’re a very special to him; you taught him humor and how to be more polite, he even picked up on how to adapt around humans.

he always treated you as a princess, and you enjoyed it. like now, you’re sitting on the edge of the backseat of the impala, your legs out the door. castiel is kneeled in front of you, unstrapping your heels and rubbing your ankles.

he shakes his head and sighs. “i don’t know why these things, my love” he speaks, then leans down and places two soft kisses to the top of your feet.