You were a goddess, a very powerful one at that. And you were dating an angel, an angel named Castiel. Your relationship was a typical ‘10/10 girlfriend’ with a ‘5/10 boyfriend’. But you didn't mind. You loved Castiel very much, and you always thought he was the sexiest man to exist.

You sat next to him in a bar, talking to Dean and Sam and occasionally sipping your wine. Castiel obviously sat next to you, keeping an eye on you. He was very protective of you, and he practically worshipped the very ground you walked on. It was cute.