Sam Winchester is not normally one for keeping his innermost feelings, bottled up; however, when he notices you flirting with some random guy at a bar… well, he shuts down completely.
He sits in silence, his hand tightly clenched around a nearby beer bottle as his darkened hazel eyes shoot daggers in the direction of any man he may view as possible competition. When you ask him about his odd behavior, he quickly brushes you off, claiming that he’s ‘tired’ or just ‘thinking about a hunt’; but, if nothing else, you’re known for your persistence.
You pressure Sam for an actual response, knowing that whatever is truly bothering him, will rub him raw… and he can’t help but to tell you what’s on his mind.
"I hate watching you bat your eyes at other people, [Y/N].” he’d tell you sheepishly, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I want to be the only man you flirt with.”
Well, Sam… that can be arranged.
When Dean Winchester becomes jealous… well, let’s just say that everyone takes notice.
Dean has never been bashful when it comes to his feelings for you. He loves a little P.D.A… especially because he wants everyone to know that you’re ‘his’ and ‘his’ only. When an unfamiliar man approaches you at a club or bar, Dean is by your side in an instant, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into tight fists. Though Dean isn’t necessarily ‘clingy,’ he listens to your conversations closely, pouncing the second anyone makes a comment not suitable for a G-Rated movie.
You still remember the time some low-life, drunk frat-boy asked if ‘you wanted a ride’…
"Back-off, dude…" Dean had growled, quickly shoving the drunk man aside. "I’m the only man [Y/N] is gonna be ‘riding’.”
You never once thought that Castiel would have a jealous side.
Boy, had you been wrong…
Cas does not tolerate other men approaching you when they clearly have the motive to get you into bed… and God help the poor souls that touch you in a suggestive manner. Although Cas usually refrains from violence, he still manages to get his point across; whether it be through his steely glares or the way his voice turns into a low, guttural growl.
However, on some occasions, the advancing men don’t take Castiel’s, more than obvious, hints… and the angel chooses to use his strength to brush them aside.
"These men don’t get to touch you, [Y/N].” Cas would inform you, relaxing when you tightly held his hand. “You deserve someone who will treat you right… not someone who could hurt you.”