Castiël sighed as he stared out of the reception area window. His appointment was late, and he was bored. Not to mention feeling sick. He had a nasty cold and his voice was failing. But staying home was the last thing he would do. Balthazar would baby him to no end, so he had gone to the office.
Of all the things he thought he would be at this age, accountant was never on his list.
It hadn't been in sight of said list.
It just happened to be something he was good at. Numbers held no mysteries for him.
When he'd entered his college class the first time, people thought he'd walked in the wrong room.
When he graduated, summa cum laude, his classmates had fully accepted his excentric behaviour and looks.

His older brother, Gabriel, had reminded him that college wasn't real life, and businesses wouldn't hire him, looking the way he did.
So Castiël had spend countless boring hours with his brother, picking out a new wardrobe.
Black was too dominant, Gabriel had pointed out, or too depressing. Navy blue would be the darkest Castiël was allowed. Even his tie was subject to some sort of etiquette. Red was agressive, blue calming, and a calm and collected accountant would be hired over one with an agressive tie.. Castiël hated his ties. He never could get them to behave.

His shoes at least could be black, but not the combat boots Castiël preferred. Loafers or business shoes, Gabriel had told him sternly.
One thing Castiël had been adamant about, was his coat.
Gabriel had tried to get him to buy a peacoat, but Castiël didn't like them. He was loath to abandon his calf-length, black coat with the silver fastings, not only because it was part of who Castiël was, but also because its length made him feel safe, protected.
They ended up agreeing on buying a tan trenchcoat, same length as his black one.

Castiël smiled as he thought about his brother.
Gabriel was an annoying, bouncy guy, but his heart was pure. Sure he pranked and tricked you, but when it mattered, he had your back.
Like this job. One day Gabriel had just burst through the door and hugged him.
"Cassie, brother... we're going to be collegues!" he'd exclaimed, confusing Castiël immensely, because Gabriel worked maintenance, and how could he become Castiël's collegue?

It turned out that the company where Gabriel was head maintenance, had a job opening on accountancy.
Castiël had applied, and now he drove his car and his brother to work every day.
His smile broadened, thinking about how Gabriel had tried to push Castiël into buying a boring car.
Castiël adamantly refused to buy a brand new car. Too many computerised parts, and they all just looked the same. Even the New Beetle, like Gabriel wanted to have, was too generic to Castiël's tastes. He had settled for a tan Mark 5 Continental.
Castiël loved classic cars. Preferably muscle cars. Even better if said car was pitch black.

A deep rumble perked him up.
A sleek, pitch black classic Chevrolet Impala just pulled up on the parking lot.
Now that was a car Castiël would love to drive, even just sit in, shotgun or even the backseat. He could imagine the deep growl she had to make. The car stopped just in his sight and Castiël sighed happily.

The drivers door opened and out stepped the most gorgeous man Castiël had ever seen.
His features were symmetric, even though his eyes might be called big by some. His build was muscular under the peacoat, and he walked with easy confidence, even if he was slightly bowlegged.
Castiël licked his lips. This would be one man he would like to know better.
The man had a smile playing around his full mouth and he opened the passenger door.

Lisa Braeden from Customer Care stepped out and Castiël's mood soured instantly.
He didn't like Lisa. She kept flirting with him, eventhough he had told her he wasn't interested.
Maybe the beautiful man was her brother or...
The man kissed Lisa on the mouth. Damn. That probably meant he was Dean, the boyfriend of many years.
Lisa turned to get to the office and waved at Dean. Dean winked and waved back.
Once Lisa was inside, she turned her eyes on Castiël.
"Hey there, handsome. Were you waiting for me?"
Castiël deadpanned.
"No. You know I'm not. My appointment is late." he grumbled, his deep voice hoarse.
She smiled her white teeth bare.
"If they don't show, you could come to me for some company." she cooed and winked.
Castiël glanced back outside, where the black car slid into traffic.
"No thank you. Please tell Dean I like his car." he said stonily and left the reception.