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Okay so basically I heard two old country songs with the same title and I thought it would be fun to combine them. If you're interested Castiel's song is by Linda Davis, and Dean's is Doug Stone. Both called In A Different Light. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think ... I don't really write with outlines, so any suggestions are welcome and I'm hoping this will go somewhere between 6-10 chapters.. roughly this length. Let me know what you think!

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Castiel James has a problem, a beautiful, big, gorgeous, always smiling, sexy,problem! Yes it might have been said three times but the man was perfection on those tightly toned, bowled legs. You see, Castiel lived right next door to; worked three desks away from, and was continuously tempted by the object of his desire. Sometimes they were even sort of friends, if you count constant smiling, a few conversations, and a wave of the hand every once in a while. Usually while Castiel was doing something horribly embarrassing, like walking out to gather the mail in his bathrobe, saying something to someone else that was incredibly odd out of context, or getting his crooked tie caught in the elevator. Right out of some dumb-ass slapstick comedy routine, such is his life.

Dean Winchester, that was his name. How would anyone be able to focus when they were regularly accosted with beaming smiles and big apple green eyes? Not to mention the way his dirty blonde hair was spiked just long enough to make you wonder if you could get a handful of it. Oh god and you can't forget that perfect mouth, the mouth that wet dreams were made of. Perfect pink lips just dry enough to make you want to lick them. He was athletic, and strong. You could see that even under the three to four layers of clothes he paraded around in daily, he was fit. Probably has abs coming off his abs kind of fit. Yeah, Dean Winchester was certainly a distraction to say the least.

The phone rings and he quickly clicks the answer button, as he shakes his head and tries to refocus. Customer service was no one's idea of a good time, but it paid the bills... usually. It was also good for allowing him time to write. Which is what he actually wanted to do. He had his first novel finished. But, it hadn't been published yet. Sadly, he still needed his daytime gig. Call after call just gets pushed through, and he finally has a moment thought free of Dean.

But just as luck would have it, the Greek God of a man took that opportunity to stand up and stretch. Castiel would be the first to agree that this type of work was not good for the body, and everyone needed to work some of the kinks out occasionally. However, (just like everything else he did) the man even stretched sexily. How is that possible you may ask? Well his shirts were just long enough to lift a couple of inches with his muscular arms outstretched upward. His tight abdomen barely exposed as he made this seductive moaning sound. Castiel was fairly certain the man was determined to ruin all other men for him just by being obliviously himself.

He thanked whatever deity that might be out there, when the clock told him it was time to go. He picks his bag up and throws the single strap over his head, quickly pulling it down to wrap diagonally across his body. The elevator doors closed too quickly, so he takes the stairs. It's only 4 floors, he thinks. That of course means that Dean takes the stairs as well, pushing them together yet again. If Castiel wasn't certain that his brother was indeed, half way on the other side of the world, he'd assume this was his doing. It sounds like something Gabriel would pull on him. Giving him the man of his dreams and yet consistently making him look like a fool. Unfortunately, there was no one to blame but himself.

"Hey man, how's it going?"

"Oh, very well thank you. How are you?"

"I'm good, glad I caught you actually."

That flipped a switch in Castiel's brain that immediately drowned out whatever Dean was saying. Why would he be glad to catch me? He thought to himself which apparently wasn't something he should have done, because that was the precise moment he tripped over a loosened shoelace and fell to the next platform. Dean of course came rushing after him. Because well, it was human decency, and because that would only further his humiliation..

"Oh my god, Cas are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine..Cas?

"Yeah, um Do you not like it?"

"No, no. It's fine, I was just surprised."

"Good to hear. Are you sure you're okay? I mean. thankfully it wasn't that far, but you hit your head pretty hard man."

"Yes, I'm fine Dean thank you."

"Anyway, just wanted to see if you had plans this weekend. I'm throwing a big coming home party for my baby brother and I wanted to invite you."

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Cas I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't want you there."

Castiel stood up and steadied himself against the railing.

"Uhm okay... when is it?"

"Tomorrow around 8, if you want to come. It's at my place so, I know you know where it's at."

Before taking the first step Castiel looked up to see the smile on Dean's face even brighter, and his knees gave out on him. Thankfully, Dean assumed he was still a little shaken up by the fall. Of course the best or worst (depending on how you look at it) was still to happen. Dean wrapped his strong arm around Castiel's slim waist and pulled him in close to his side.

"Here man, let's get you to my car and I'll give you a ride home. I don't want to be responsible for you having some sort of biking accident on your way." He teased.

Castiel was too enveloped by the scent of Dean to hear anything else until they got outside.

"Here let me get the door for you."

"Uh, thanks."

Okay, who wouldn't swoon over that? He was only human after all. He really needed to cut out his inner-dialogue before he said or did something even more embarrassing. Before, he would have said it was impossible. But, he didn't want to anger the universe and have it show him otherwise.

Finally they made it to their respective houses and Castiel couldn't have been more grateful. If he had to sit in the vibrating muscle car (that was the equivalent of it's sex on legs owner) much longer, he was sure to have asked Dean if he wanted a blow job or something equally attractive. "Dean I know you're probably straight, but how would you feel about having your dick sucked today?" Like I said he was EXTREMELY grateful! They said their polite goodbyes and once inside the safety of his home, he cursed himself thoroughly.