"But does it have an actual kitchen? With working equipment?" Castiel asks. There is a short muffled reply on the telephone and his hopes of finding the perfect apartment are dashed again.
"Then no. I'm sorry." he tells his realtor. The voice on the other end says something else. "Well, how about something a little above my price range? I'm sure I can get enough money by then." The realtor gives another reply. "It's going to take a lot more work? Well that's your job so you should do it." Cas says, a little irritated by how lazy his realtor is.
He listens to the voice on the other end rise as it starts speaking again. "What? You can't quit. We aren't done finding the perfect apartment yet." Castiel says to the agent, his voice level. Another angry reply.
"Please. You don't understand my-" he begins to plead desperately. The line goes dead. "Fine then!" he mutters to himself. Cas puts his head in his hands and sighs frustratedly. "That's another agent gone."
This is my first time writing fan fiction! This story was originally inspired from a post by zatnikatel who suggested it would be a good idea to write a story for a Destiel AU in which Dean is a realtor and Cas is a fussy client. I do not own any of the characters.