A/N: Prompt: Bar Fight
Relationships sucked. Castiel was beginning to understand this. In his latest war with Meg, the demon had taken offense to his comment she was no longer a free agent to do as she pleased in regards to hedonistic acts. That, in fact, she belonged. Worse, tosomeone; and most terrifying of all: she liked it.
The four of them were in a bar, drinking at a table while planning their next steps in their current situation. Well, three of them were. The fourth was rebelling, presumably making a statement with the drunk at the bar that a certain angel didn't "own" her. Castiel ignored them.
When the guy tried to grab Meg for a kiss, finally the angel's patience wore out. Ignoring the smirks from his friends, he walked over to Meg and the drunk, stepping between them.
"Let's go," he practically ordered her.
Meg's eyes gave a mischievous glint. Cas felt the pull on his shoulder as the drunk grabbed his attention.
"Hey buddy, back off. Can't you see the lady and I are having a conversation?"
Cas narrowed his eyes. "She doesn't want you."
"Oh? And she wants you? A tax accountant?" The drunk sneered, looking the angel over. He then motioned to Meg. "Here honey, lemme show you a Real Man."
"Trust me," Cas told him, "she doesn't want a human."
The angel looked back at the demon, who to his annoyance seemed to be enjoying herself. With his eyes firmly on Meg, he used his hand to block the upcoming punch from behind him. Slowly, he turned back to the drunk, tightening his grip on the man's fist. Not enough to break, but enough for the guy to whimper as he fell to his knees.
Letting go, Cas said only two words. "Leave. Now." The guy didn't argue, and took off at record pace.
"My hero," came the drawl from behind him, and his anger dissipated.
Turning, he grabbed her close. Leaning into the kiss, he gently reminded her, "Your everything."