Castiel Novak really wasn't in the mood of a picky customer right now. He was already running behind schedule and he hadn't slept and it really wasn't a good day for the young man at all.

Castiel had been born and raised in a small village by a loving and religious mother and father, and had many siblings to keep him company. As a boy he could always be found reading, receiving the highest marks in school and seen in Sunday school every week. He was a blue eyed, brown haired angel who was loved by everybody, and had big dreams of going to New York City and become a journalist. When he reached the age of 21, his mother let him go, with big brother Gabriel to look after him, and Castiel got to live out his dreams; of going to parties, getting drunk and sleeping with lots of boys.

He was still working on the journalism thing, almost 8 years later.

And now, in the sweet little coffee shop his brother had bough, he was dealing with a picky customer who didn't cream but wanted profiteroles with chocolate inside instead and Cas had to bake them when he had an interview with Male Gaze fashion magazine about becoming one of their main journalists and he sweared to God he was going to kill the person who was keeping him.

Already fifteen minutes late to his interview, the brown hair man, with flour down his new shirt and black trousers, glaring at Gabriel who just chuckled, pointing to the picky customer and ready to watch hell break lose. He was sat in corner, a newspaper consoling his face but Cas could tell he was the fitness frantic. He slammed the plate down on the table, folding his arms to begin is lecture.

"There are your damn chocolate profiteroles. I've missed the interview for my dream job and I am personally hold you responsible for this and will you look me in the eye when I am yelling at you?!" Castiel yelled, waiting impatiently to see who this mystery cream-hating man was.

He wasn't expecting to find top model Dean Winchester behind the paper. Cas's mouth went dry, as the model smiled at him.

Dean Winchester was 6ft 2 of pure god, with his tanned skin, gorgeous green eyes, and an even nicer face with a head of dirty blond hair. He was the poster boy of Male Gaze and the face of several products, like Olay for men, and a huge celebrity with in New York.

"Oh, did I? Sorry, my agent doesn't like me eating dairy products." Dean said, with a lopsided grin. Cas folded his arms, after brushing some hair out of his forehead. "I'm Dean Winchester."

"I know. Everyone knows who you are."

"And you are?"

"Castiel Novak."

"Castiel?"

"I'm named after the angel, a warrior angel." Dean smiled at him, gesturing to the seat in front of him. Cas dropped down into the seat, arms still folded. He pouted slightly, refusing to look directly at the Southern god in front of him; because he was angry and wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he found him attractive.

"I'm sorry about making you miss your interview. If there is any way I can make it up to you, just say the world and I'll do it."

"Well, I doubt you can get the editor of Male Gaze to give me another chance and let me redo my interview."

"Trying out as a model?" Cas ended up blushing; the man though he could be a model, and chuckled. Dean looked confused, as he ate the profiteroles. "Don't quit your job, these are great."

"I want to be a journalist. I have wanted to be a journalist my whole life… and I have missed my only opportunity. No thanks to you. It must be nice getting everything you want whenever you snap your fingers and people come running; no fucking dairy products because you might get a little chubby and you get everything for free, because I don't remember you paying Gabriel and yes we're all named after Angels!" Castiel buried his face in his hands, taking a deep breath before muttering to himself.

"Umm…. Cas?" Castiel continued to mutter, as Gabriel came over, with a small smile. He placed the bill on the table, before ruffling his little brother's hair.

"He's praying, he does it when he's gotten angry at some one. Give him a minute." Dean smiled back at Gabriel, who disappeared to clean more tables. Cas looked up again, with a small, sheepish smile. Gabriel smiled back, before looking at the time. "Cassie, you're really late for your interview."

"Uhhh! Gabe piss off. Oh lord I'm sorry."

"I can take you and speak to Naomi for you, she's the editor. I'm sure she'll give you a second chance." Dean said softly. Gabe beamed at Cas, nudging him slightly in the back. "Can I have a little box to put these in, gotta show the other guys! And you may need to change." Cas almost strangled Dean, with Gabriel holding him back by the waist.

"Be nice Cassie. I'll get that box, you go change." He smiled at Dean, lifting Castiel up and carrying him to the back.

"Please oh please hire him and let him do an article on me where he has to learn about my sex habits oh please!" Dean cried, on his knees in front of Naomi's desk, hand clasps together. "Please Naomi, please! I promise not to start any more fights or have sex in the dressing rooms again." Naomi sighed, taping her pen on the desk.

"Why should I?" She asked, leaning forward. "And stand up." Dean did as he was told, then decided to sit on the chair on the other side of the white desk. Dean always felt a little uneasy in Naomi's super modern and minimalists' office.

"Because he's cute."

"How does that help me, or my magazine?"

"Look, I'm making it official that I'm gay. You need that scoop before anyone else. Hire him, or even better, tell him he needs to do an incitation test so you can see his style and how he deals with superstars. Tell him he needs to shadow me, learn about me and my life. You'll be the first magazine to get the scoop and I will totally get him to fall in love with me so you'll get the story of 'Dean Winchester and his totally adorable new boyfriend'." Naomi was actually surprised that came out of Dean Winchester's head. "You like?"

"Fine. I will give him a chance. But if you get seen and the story is leaked, you are both fired. Got it?"

"You are a harsh bitch. And that is why I love you." Dean jumped up, winking at her before jumping up, smoothing his hair back before walking out. "You're up, Cassie." Cas had been sat, very nervously, outside of the room, white as a sheet. He was now dressed in tan chinos and a white shirt, tapping nervously on his knees. He frowned at Dean, shakily rising to his feet. "Don't worry, she'll love you, she really nice."

Naomi scared the crap out of Castiel.

"You're CV is… interesting. Good grades in college, but you've never worked for a magazine or newspaper and expect to get the job? A bit vain in thinking you are just naturally gifted, aren't we?" She sneered over the top of Castiel's CV, not looking at the shaking mess that was the owner. "I like your style though. And you're name. If I do hire you, drop the last name and publish just as 'Castiel'. It's got an air of grace and mystery." Cas nodded. "I don't hire people on the spot. I need you to do an incitation test. I want you to write an article on your savoir, Mr Winchester out there." Cas's face dropped.

"Oh god no."

"Why not? Thousands of young men would die to be in your position."

"He's rude, arrogant and a pain in the ass."

"Don't forget 'New York Times Hottest Man of the Year' two years running."

"Yes, he's very hot and I find him very attractive, but there is nothing else there. He can pout at a camera, and get everything he wants."

"Why don't you find out? Shadow him, pretend to be his P.A and right up what you find. Dean is going out at the end of the month, so you have just over three weeks to right up the scoop of the month. Don't disappoint."