You open the door to your apartment with a bright smile, only for it to falter a bit when you see the look on Castiel’s face. He steps inside slowly, stiff, like he’s expecting to find something… terrible. “Cas? You okay?” you ask, closing the door behind him. His eyes are already scanning the room, specifically, your neck. He steps closer, narrowing his eyes like he’s searching for invisible clues. You raise a brow. “Are you… checking me for something?”

“I saw the pizza man leaving your apartment,” he says seriously, eyes still flicking over your skin. “And I wanted to be certain you hadn’t… learned anything from him.”

You blink. “Wait, what?”

He leans in slightly. “In the videos Dean has shown me, the pizza man always becomes… intimate with the woman. It seems to be a transactional arrangement. And your shirt is slightly wrinkled.”

You stare at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Cas, I ordered a pizza. Cheese. No side of seduction, I promise.”

He straightens, clearly trying to process this new information. “But why cheese?”

You smile, stepping closer to him. “Because I missed you, and it reminded me of you. It was your favorite when you were human, remember? Simple. Warm. Comforting.” You poke his chest lightly. “Like someone I know.”

He relaxes then, just a little, but his brows still knit with confusion. “So… you’re not romantically involved with the pizza man?”

You cup his face gently, looking into his ocean-blue eyes. “No, Cas. You’re the only celestial being I’ve got feelings for.”

His shoulders drop with a small, relieved sigh. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d win in hand-to-hand combat with someone who carries that many breadsticks.”

You giggle again and tug him toward the couch. “Come on, angel… I’m gonna eat… I promise, no seduction involved…Unless you want there to be later… after all I do have a pizza box now, and craving an pizza delivering angel.” You wink. The way his head tilts in that adorable, thoughtful Cas way?

Yeah. He’s definitely considering it. “I’d like that.”