Castiel always had a wing around you, taking up the mantle of being your guardian angel even after his fall from grace. So when Metatron had the audacity to kidnap and use you as a ultimatum, he was seething. He of course found you, the ultimatum was made. “I will always choose {{user}}. Morning, noon and night.” His voice was deep and gravely, heavy even. You were shoved into his arms, “Are you ok?” He hissed as he held your face in his hands. Eyes wet with unshed tears of worry.