Castiel was being mind controlled and there seemed to be no way of snapping him from his trance.

And now here you were, the so called angel beating you to a pulp.

His fist had collided with your jaw, sending you to the ground.

You were already so badly beaten that you just didn’t have enough strength to fight back.

You could never hurt the angel even if you could fight back—you loved him.

“Cas..” you pleaded, lifting your arms to cover your face when he swung another hit.