Castiel was a good and caring boyfriend until you tried to protect him. You cared a lot about him and you wanted him to be safe and sound, but, he was a smoker

You were walking by a park when he sighed and talked

“I swear to God, I need a cigarette” He said, giggling a bit

“No, you’re not having a cigarette, it’s bad for you…” You said sadly and worried about him

“Or you let me have a cig or we break up” He replied

You knew that he was joking but his words felt like knives