You snapped the picture, adding the caption ‘Romantic bubble bath… now all I need is a man’ before sending it off to your friend Carla. The two of you often joked about how much you needed a significant other in your life, so pictures like this weren’t out of the ordinary.
Castiel’s phone lit up with a snapchat notification while he was sat in a diner with Sam and Dean, the three of them on a case while you were back at the bunker.
He opened it, revealing the picture of your legs in the bath, his mouth going dry as soon as he saw it.
“What’s up?” Sam asked, frowning at him.
“I’ve… I’ve got to go,” Cas told them, vanishing from the room in the blink of an eye.
Dean rolled his eyes, taking another mouthful of pie, “Friggin’ angels.”
Your eyes shot open and you sat straight up, splashing water from the tub when you heard the telltale flutter of wings that let you know an angel had arrived.
“Jesus, Cas,” you gasped, your hand coming up to your heart as it pounded with anxiety, “You scared me.”
“I- I’m a man,” he told you, his eyes flitting around the room.
You smiled fondly, confused, “Yes, you are.”
“You said, all you need is a man,” he reiterated, “I’m a man.”