This is a short story I wrote for my friend for her birthday last year. I own nothing.
Dean
Dean was so officially fucked. He knew it from the moment the blue-eyed angel entered the room.
"Dean, this is Castiel Novak. He'll be your secretary for the next two months."
Well, fuck. I mean, it's not like he had a problem with getting a replacement secretary. He knew Jo needed to help her Mum after her Dad's sudden death. And there was no way Dean would deny his best friend and favourite co-worker some much needed time off.
But he had assumed that they would get him some chick with long nails that sat at the desk next to him and occasionally flirted with passer-by's. Not some adorable man in a trench coat who was currently looking at Dean with his head tilted and eyes wide, like Dean was the most fascinating specimen he'd ever seen.
Wait, he did not just think Castiel was adorable. No way, he does not find guys adorable. It is hardly his fault that this particular guy just happens to look like a lost kitten right now. No, stop it.
"Hello Dean" Castiel murmured.
Fuck, even his fucking voice. It was low and gravelly and sent shivers down Dean's spine. Castiel continued staring at Dean. Dean stared back. Jo felt awkward and looked between the two, torn between weirded out and amused.
"Okay, so I have to go, or I'll miss my flight. Miss you Dean. Good luck Castiel!"
Jo kissed Dean on the top of the head and patted Castiel's arm before picking up her small suitcase and making her way out the door. Dean and Castiel kept staring at each other.
The rest of the work day went very slowly for Dean. He kept getting distracted by Castiel, who he had now nicknamed 'Cas' in his head. Dean told himself, he was straight as a line and certainly did not find dark haired, blue eyed men absolutely perfect and gorgeous.
Cas looked up from whatever he was doing to find Dean staring at him and smiled. The smile made Dean's heart flutter. Then it made him try to figure out when he had become a freaking girl.
It wasn't even Castiel's body that was driving him mad. Although, admittedly, he did look kind of perfect with his tousled sex hair and his piercing blue eyes. But it was his whole demeanour; the way he tilted his head to the side when he was confused. And the way he watched normal human interaction like it was something new and really interesting. And it was how he seemed to see right through Dean.
Okay, maybe Dean was a-little-bit-not-completely-straight. He was definitely smitten.
But after the third time of having to sit behind his desk to hide how hard he was, Dean was more than happy when the work day ended. He catapulted out of the office the second the clock ticked nine, leaving Cas with a highly confused and highly adorable look on his face.
As Dean walked home, after his shift ended, he suddenly remembered why he always had Jo drive him home after a late shift. A group of three men were approaching him. He tried to cross the street to avoid them, but another two men came from behind him, blocking his path and herding him into an alleyway.
"Where do you think you're going, bright eyes?" asked one of the men.
Dean didn't answer and instead calculated his best escape route. On a good day, he could take five average size guys. But these guys were big and as he watched, another two entered the alley. He could see the shape of a switch knife in at least two of the guy's pockets. Damn, if he was still hunting he might have had some kind of weapon on him. All escape plans went out the window.
"I said, where do you think you're going?"
The guy threw the first punch and after that it all happened quite quickly. Dean threw punches and tried to kick his way out of the mob of people but the two he'd noticed earlier drew out their knives. He felt something slice down the side of his face and he felt the blood flow down his neck. He knocked out one of the guys and got a fist to the nose in return. The world tipped sideways and the guys gathered around, kicking him repeatedly. Well shit, after a lifetime of fighting ghosts and demons, he was going to get kicked to death in a stinking alleyway.
Then came his salvation. There were five guys of original seven still standing. Then another figure emerged behind them. He reached out very calmly, and pressed two fingers the centre guy's forehead. He crumpled. That certainly got the other's attention.
The remaining four guys turned to the new arrival and brandished their knives but the newcomer snapped his fingers and the knives clattered to the ground. One guy ran away, the other three lost it and launched themselves at the new guy. They tried to punch him but he caught their wrists and twisted them round. They reached to claw the man's eyes out but he slammed them against a wall and covered their faces in his hands. There was a flash of white light and they, too, crumpled.
When the last couple of guys were down, Dean's saviour turned to face him. He recognized the trench coat.
Cas leaned down to Dean and looked him in the eyes.
"Are you hurt?" he asked softly.
Dean tried to scramble away from him but with several broken bones and bruised ribs, this feat went with no avail.
"What are you?" he spat back.
"I am Castiel, I am your friend and I just want to help you."
With these words, he reached out two fingers to Dean's forehead. Dean tried to stop him but all the fight had been drained out of him. Instead of pain, like he was expecting, Dean felt himself heal and the pain disappear. He clambered to his feet.
"What did you do to me?" Dean demanded.
"I healed you. Please, Dean, let me explain" Castiel straightened up and once again pressed his fingers to his forehead. Dean blinked and suddenly, he was at home.
"So, let me get this straight." Dean said, trying to absorb all the new information
"You are an actual fucking angel of the lord, who got dismissed from heaven for two months for breaking some weird angel rule and your being forced to live as a human because your brothers are dicks and you have never actually spoken to a human before today. And you have freaky angel mojo and you saved my fucking life. And you have wings but my puny human sensed are too dull to pick them up but I can see their fucking shadows on my living room wall where a fucking angel of the lord is standing. How can you have a last name anyway?"
"Yes, that seems about right. I took the name from one of my father's faithful followers. And you, Dean, are an ex-hunter who spent his childhood tracking down the yellow-eyed demon that killed your mother with your brother and father. You found the demon and killed him but not before he killed your father and now you and your brother are working at a law firm and trying to have a normal life again."
"When you put it that way, I guess we're both pretty fucked up aren't we."
Cas smiled at him and then looked down and licked his lips. Dean followed to movement. Fuck, he thought he was getting over his little crush but apparently not.
"Are you going to send me away? I don't want to go away, Dean. I like you."
Cas' blue eyes seemed to pierce all the way to Dean's soul.
"Of course not, Cas. I'll help you get through your time on Earth. I like you too, by the way." He added as an afterthought, then immediately turned bright red.
Cas tilted his head at this. Dean looked away, he was suddenly aware that they were alone, in his apartment with an incredibly attractive angel who seemed to like him back. He pushed those thoughts aside.
"Thank you Dean. You are different to other humans I've met."
A comfortable silence fell in the room. Then Cas stepped forwards timidly.
"Dean, there is something I want to try. I have never tried it before so tell me if I do something wrong."
Without any other warning, Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and brought him into a tight hug. Dean was shocked still for a second before he hugged Cas back. He burrowed his face into Cas' neck. He smelt musky and perfect. Dean was hyper aware of their bodies pressed together and tried to think unsexy thoughts about Sam ballet dancing.
Cas half pulled away with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"There was one more thing." He said softly. Then he leant in slowly and brought his lips to Deans.
Cas was kissing Dean! A fucking angel of the lord was kissing Dean! And Dean was kissing him back. Dean ran his tongue across Cas' bottom lip, causing him to moan slightly. And holy crap, Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd kissed someone who meant something to him. Fuck whatever palace in the sky that Cas lived in, this was heaven.
When they finally pulled away, Dean asked softly.
"Do you have to go away when your two months are over?"
And Castiel replied, "I'll stay as long as you want me to."
Dean's smile could have lit up the world.