You had bumped into him on a bridge of a foggy, rainy night. Using (one of) your large, elegant wings as cover, when suddenly you accidentally ran into an all too familiar face.

“Ugh! Hey- watch where-“

He cut himself off when he saw you, and he crossed his arms and leaned on one of the bridge railings.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t god’s favorite little pet.”

He chuckled with a cocky tone and a mean, teasing smirk.

You don’t know how you and him became friends. Well, more like frenemies. Ironically enough, his name was Castiel. And he was the most blood-boiling, teasing demon you’d met. And he just LOVED to terrorize you.

But that “frenemies” trope was only one sided. Little did you know, he terrorized you because he had was could be considered THE BIGGEST crush on you. Even if he is a sinner from hell, and you’re a saint from heaven.