Chapter 1

Castiel found himself being pushed head first into the posh hotel room of his boss. The darkness of the room did nothing to help the cause as he stumbled over the expensive carpet. He winced as his thigh hit the couch hard and his eyes shut closed in pain. He opened his eyes in terror as he was roughly turned around on the spot by a couple of strong, harsh hands. His heart racing, he saw the face of his boss who was wearing the most unreadable expression on his face he had ever seen before.

What have I done this time? Castiel thought

"Mr. Winchester, sir. Is-is there something wrong?" Castiel stuttered.

But there was no reply. In the dim light of the room, Cas found his boss' face. He had his eyes fixed on Castiel, facial features hardening as his jaw twitched slightly. He edged in closer as Cas felt an incredible invasion of privacy. His heart pounded against his chest as he couldn't quite figure out the intention of his boss. The darkness in the room made it harder to read that cold-blooded expression.

"You seemed to be having a good time tonight…" his boss said, almost whispering.

"Sir?"

"Yes, laughing and dancing and joking around with everyone… some people more than others?"

What is he getting at?

"That blonde in red was especially intriguing, wasn't she?"

Cas was left thoroughly confused. What was Mr. Dean Winchester talking about? Yeah, he had flirted with the blonde woman in question here, but why was this being brought up here now?

"Sir, I don't-"

With one swift movement his boss had him pinned against the wall of the living room. Cas winced at the pain and let out an agonizing cry. Mr. Winchester held both his wrists against the wall and pressed his chest against Castiel's. His face was inches away from his own. Cas could smell the alcohol from his boss' breath and turned his head away from Mr. Winchester's in disgust.

"Mr. Winchester, what are you doing?" Cas panted. His heart was hammering away wildly. He thought he would have a heart attack right there. He tried to free his wrists and wriggle his way out of the clutches of the monster that was his boss, but failed. Mr. Winchester's grip was too strong. Cas tried to calm himself down as panic was getting him nowhere, but it was easier said than done.

His eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness of the room but it didn't matter anyway since a majority of his vision was blocked by Mr. Winchester's aggressive face. Cas tried to look around for something that he could use in his defense. Something that would get him out of this terrifying situation. If only somehow the lights got turned on…

His train of thought came to an abrupt halt when his boss gently brushed his lip's against Castiel's neck. Of all the things that Cas thought Dean Winchester would ever do to him, this was never ever on the list. Insult Cas in front of his colleagues? Yeah, Mr. Winchester had already done that. Fire him for incompetence? Sure, that was number one on the list. But this…

Cas felt Mr. Winchester's grip loosen around his wrists, but his pressure on his chest had nearly doubled. Maybe now he could somehow escape the clutches of his boss. He willed himself to wriggle his wrists loose but they wouldn't budge somehow. His entire attention now focused on the hot tufts of breath against his neck.

Slowly Mr. Winchester's kisses began trailing his neck upwards towards Castiel's jaw line. Mr. Winchester brought his lips close to Cas' and brushed them lightly without actually resting them on Cas'.

"Would you go running off on me if I let go of your wrists?" Mr. Winchester said in the huskiest voice that Cas had ever heard.

The most un-manliest 'hum' escaped Cas' lips that surprised him to the bone. He had intended to say 'Yes, obviously. And I will go and tell everyone what you were trying to do to me. Also, I will be charging you with sexual assault' and all he was able to let out was a girlish 'hmmm'?

Mr. Winchester chuckled and proceeded to take that as a 'Yes'. He lowered Cas' hands and placed them on his lower back. This decreased the distance between them even more. He placed one hand on Cas' hip and the other one on his tie. Exhaling sharply as he gripped his tie, he said "This tie brings out the color of your eyes… you have very beautiful eyes Cas… Blue"

He almost hissed out Cas' name that sent all sorts of alarms ringing through his head. His boss, the one who had disliked him from day one, was now moderately drunk and complementing Cas' eyes. If only his brain wasn't throbbing so much, maybe Cas would've laughed at this possibility.

Mr. Winchester pulled Cas's tie closer to him, reducing the distance between their lips again.

'Move dammit' Cas commanded his hands that were precariously placed on his boss' back. But they seemed to be paralyzed.

Without a warning Mr. Winchester pressed his lips on Cas'. Cas almost yelped but Mr. Winchester ignored it and tried to pry Cas' mouth open.

Yellow, red, orange, pink… fireworks … Castiel thought he was hallucinating.

He opened his mouth in spite of himself and kissed his boss in return, suddenly not disgusted by the alcohol breath. He allowed his boss to explore his mouth, as he did some exploring of his own. The kiss quickly turned rough and harsh and urgent. Their tongues danced together as their hands traveled through previously restricted areas. Cas ran his hands all over Mr. Winchester's back under his suit jacket. His shirt felt so soft and the friction of the fingers against it was sending waves of pleasure through his veins.

For the first time since smashing their lips together, Mr. Winchester backed up and looked squarely at Cas with a lopsided smile on his face. Cas found it hard to meet Mr. Winchester's eyes in case he saw the surprise and confusion in his own eyes. He had shocked himself by his response to his boss' advances. Once again their lips met and Cas felt alarms ringing in his head with a renewed intensity. Suddenly, the alarms began to sound different. He felt Mr. Winchester lean away again, a string of curses escaping his lips. His cell phone had started ringing.

He abruptly parted from Cas while trying to focus on the screen of his phone. He answered his phone while Cas tried to compose himself and wrap his head around the happenings of the last five minutes. He suddenly felt cold and empty. He missed the feeling of Mr. Winchester's body pressed against his, his hands travelling all over his body, hips grinding together. Cas looked at the back of Mr. Winchester's now untidy head and frowned. He did not remember touching his hair at all. What the hell happened during the last five minutes?

Mr. Winchester hung up and turned slowly to face Cas. He sighed loudly as he halfheartedly turned on the lights. Cas squinted his eyes against the sudden brightness that flooded the room. He looked nervously at Mr. Winchester who had a similar expression on his face.

"I have... t-to go", Mr. Winchester managed to say awkwardly while pointing at his phone.

Cas nodded, still panting.

Mr. Winchester ran a hand through his hair in an effort to smoothen it out and straightened his clothes. Then without a word or even a final glance at Cas, he bolted out of the door. Castiel slumped onto the couch next to him as soon as Mr. Winchester left the room. It was almost like Mr. Winchester was the only thing holding him upright. When he attempted to get up, his wobbly legs dropped him onto the couch again. Giving up, he buried his face into his hands and exhaled loudly.

WHAT the hell was that?