I Don't Share What's Mine
Castiel could feel his feathers ruffling, growling quietly when another man playing pool began to flirt very overtly with Dean. Of course, the tattoo'd moron had no idea that Dean was mated to The Angel of Thursday. Humans were stupid.
When the oaf began to get closer, making Dean uncomfortable, Castiel decided to come into action.
Now, Castiel was still under the impression that he looked scary and holy. He thought the man would flee in fear of being smote by an angry angel. He wasn't as tall or muscular as Dean, so the beefy man laughed.
"You will leave him alone," Castiel ordered, growling at the man, standing between them both. "He's taken."
"By you, Cubicle Boy?" He taunted. Dean was edging closer, trying to break up what was going to be a fight.
"Yes," Castiel snarled, his right hand coming out in a powerful swing that seemed to surprise even Dean. Once the huge goon was clocked, Castiel made sure to get a painful apology from the man.
Dean had dragged him off before he could seriously hurt the man and they left the bar. Dean had a pocket full of cash from betting on Castiel at the fight but once they had left and riven away from the bar, Dean looked at his mate. He even turned down the Tesla song playing loudly on the cassette.
"What the hell was that?"
"I was simply defending you," the angel replied, smiling at Dean, "you're my mate."
"You went ape shit on him!"
The angel's brow furrowed, but decided to forgo asking what it meant, "I didn't like him touching you."
Castiel locked their hands together and said very warmly, "I don't want anyone else touching what's mine."