Phone check, wallet check, briefcase check and swagger double check. Just a normal morning for Jensen Ackles as he prepares himself to go to work on this real early Monday morning. The car keys swung on his finger as he left his home and headed for his precious Chevrolet Corvette Z06, his true love in a black car image, his overly shiny black shoes clicked loudly on the cobbled paving on his drive but tune of ACDC humming in his head made him ignore the horse-like sound and pressed a small button on his car keys, seeing the front lights flash signalling the car was open.

"Good morning baby." Jensen threw his black briefcase into the passenger side of the car and folded his 6'1 frame inside and revved up the engine hastily, backing out the drive carefully and zooming off down the silent street to work.

At the age of 34 he was a pretty successful businessman in most people's eyes, working his way towards the top of Collins Corp, The Digital Marketing Company of his town, or the TDMC as he likes the call it. He was closing in on the second highest ranked job of the company which was the very close assistant manager of the top Boss in the company; he was so close to it he could taste the extra dollars on his tongue.

Though before he could even sit his ass down in the office next to his bosses he had to show his "teaching skills" to newcomers of the company and train them up to take the job he has so that there was no gap left if Jensen got the job or not and today was the day he got to meet the little underling he would be mini-boss of.

The towering building came into view when Jensen made it into the main streets of the town, the roads becoming a lot busier now and his frustration building, the worst part of his day was always getting too and from his work especially since he finishes and starts at the rush-hour times. Eventually he made it to the company parking lot and parked carefully into a space which was close to the elevators. Dragging himself out, he pulled his briefcase with him and adjusted his tie on his black suit before heading towards the elevator.

"Morning Ackles." A male's voice bellowed behind him, he turned sharply to see a shorter and pudgier man waddle his way with his own briefcase swinging in his hand and his glasses barely sitting on the end of his nose. Plus Jensen swore the button on the co-workers shirt was going to pop off at any second.

"Ah, good morning, Max." Jensen put on his best fake smile and felt a little relief when he heard the doors chime open to the elevator, the men stepped inside and Max pushed 30 as Jensen pushed 35. The building was 40 floors up, Jensen didn't really like the heights but if looking down 38 stories to potential death meant getting a promotion, he was sure he could handle it. "How's the family?" Jensen needed to make some conversation since they were going over halfway up the building and the silence was killing him.

"They're doing fine, the wife is still trying to get me to do fewer hours to see the kids a little more but if I did that I wouldn't be able to support the fucking kids! You get what I mean?" Max hacked out a bit of a laugh and Jensen forced one out too, nodding to the man's words, not really taking them in. He just didn't like silence. "What about you Ackles?"

Jensen hated it when people called him by his second name, it sounds like they're going to call him ankles at any moment accidently through the conversation, what's wrong with using first name basis's with workers? Really. But he just shuffled and rubbed the back of his head, his short blonde hair roughly moving against his fingers.

"Oh God, yeah, you live on your own don't you?" Max shrugged in his tight looking blazer and glanced over to the numbers going up on the elevator. Jensen had lived on his own since he came into Collins Corp which was around 11 years ago, he had a few relationships here and there but none of them could really sustain a long-term with Jensen working most of the time, though now, he was used to being on his own, his own space, no one telling him to clean up, though he was a bit of a clean freak so that was never a problem, it was more stop cleaning for him.

"It's not all bad really." Jensen flipped a sideways smirk and saw the number finally hit 30 on the numbers. Max bid his farewells to Jensen and wished him a productive day at work; Jensen returned the nice words and headed 8 more floors until it hit 38. As Jensen stepped out onto the floor he saw people buzzing around in the small Workers Lounge gathering up coffee and sugar-based foods for a long day.

"Morning Jen!" A young guy called out, Jensen nodded at him and headed into the lounge, grabbing a large coffee for himself and snatching a small Danish treat on the way out, his briefcase shoved under his armpit so he could get a mouthful of pastry goodness. A few doors down Jensen moved into his office, a wide space with the wall behind his office made out of thick windows giving him a beautiful deathly view of the city.

"So the work kick starts again." Mumbled Jensen through his mouth full of Danish, he placed his briefcase on his wide dark wooded desk and looked around to see if everything was neat and tidy just how he liked it. He nodded in the thought that the cleaners had kept everything where he liked it and still kept the place clean.

After finishing his sugary breakfast he settled himself down into his big black leather office chair and clicked open his briefcase, papers folded and held down neatly before he had to drag them all out anyway. Throwing the case to the side of the desk he plucked out a few papers from the pile and scanned them over before sipping on his coffee, the warmth of it down his throat making him smile. He threw off his restricting black blazer and laid it over the back of the chair, his white button shirt giving him more room to move.

"Gooood morning Jensen!" Jensen looked up and didn't even notice that his office door was swung open until a man barely a few years older than him bounded into the room, his bed hair and stubble making him look like he worked in a local store if it wasn't for the overly expensive suit he wore.

"Good morning Mr. Collins." Jensen replied as he rose out of his seat and gave a enthusiastic handshake with the man, but the man just smiled widely, his sky blue eyes giving a tint of secrecy into why he was here.

"Please, Jensen! Call me Misha, how many times have we gone over this?" Misha moved around the desk and gave a heavy pat onto his workers back. Misha Collins aged just 37, the boss of Collins Corp, his father handing it down to him when he passed over a year back. Since the man came into the business as the boss the profits flew sky high. Jensen had no idea how the man was doing it but he was putting TDMC on the cover pages of business magazines and international companies clawing their way through the competition to make deals with the man.

"Sorry Misha." Jensen smiled back and stumbled forward a bit with the sudden hit on the back of his boss. Jensen and Misha had become good friends through the business, Jensen always exceeding expectations and being a good crutch to the company in bringing in more money meaning more bonuses for him. The older man dodged back around to the door and motioned for someone to come in.

"Jensen, this is your new little underling you'll be bringing up the high path onto success!" A guy who towered over Misha walked in, his face looking a little awkward with the situation he was in and his long brown moppy locks caught behind his ears to make himself look a little more presentable. "Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles."

"It's nice to meet you." The tall guy spoke out, his lanky frame shuffling towards the desk and his hand easily extended over the width of the desk, Jensen smiled sincerely and shook his hand firmly but gently, not to scare the guy too much.

"Well, I got your competition to get to and introduce his underling too. Don't worry Jen; I gave you the nicer guy, promise!" Misha winked and shut the door behind him as his loud voice bellowed down the hallway of the floor before fading away eventually. Jared gazed around the office, his soft brown eyes examining the place where he would be spending most of his days for the next few weeks.

"Please, sit down man." Jensen gestured at the chair opposite to his own across the desk and placed himself back into his leather chair, his hand scrambling around looking for a piece of paper. Jared nodded to himself and put himself in the chair and watched his temporary boss pull a sheet of paper out from a large pile.

"So… …" Jensen put his hand up instantly to stop the younger man speaking and shook it before looking up, his jade green eyes locking with Jared's chocolate browns.

"Please, it's Jensen. We're all grown men here; I think first-name basis is a good way to build a good relationship. makes me feel like I'm a teacher to a class of 5 year olds." He saw a smile crack over Jared's face at the comment, a small little joke around to break the ice. What a warming smile. Thought Jensen, completely unaware what he just thought, but he shook it off like it was just a normal thing to say about someone you met literally minutes ago.

"So, let's get down to business."