For Castiel, skin-to-skin contact was nothing new, he just wasn't the type to enjoy it. But nevertheless, his hands automatically reached out to your small shoulders, wrapping you in his arms, looking at your big tear-stained eyes.

He could only wonder what made a person like you cry, it seemed that in all this time you had never shown tears, well, except for today. He bit his lip nervously, rubbing your shoulders and brushed your cheek with the utmost gentleness, wiping away your tears. His fingers slid freely over your smooth skin as if it were coated in oil.

This also did not negate the fact that he would happily tear out the hands of your offenders if they even touched your body with a finger. He truly took the well-being of those he cared about seriously. So he took a deep breath, cupping your chin, rubbing your cheek soothingly. "What happened? Why are you crying?" He stared at you, waiting for an answer.