I have rated this M because there will be porn. I dont know what it is about that. It just wants to be written.

Sorry about any spelling mistankes and wrongly placed apostrophes. Also, I have no clue about lawyers.

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester took the train to work every morning. He worked as a lawyer at Tucker and Sons, had been for almost nine years now. He had been hired straight out of law school and was very happy there. Lately he had noticed a young man on the train several times. He got on a stop later than Dean and got off at the same station. Funny thing was, no matter where on the train Dean stood the young man always seemed to get on exactly there. The only reason he had noticed him was because of his appearance.

On this particular Wednesday he wore black jeans and a black and white striped t-shirt. His shoes were purple Converse and he wore black eyeliner and black nailpolish, three strings of worry beads around his wrist. His hair was also black and spiky with bright blue streaks in. Dean surveyed him for a moment. He was good looking, that was certain, even if Dean didn't understand the need for a man to wear makeup. He was staring for so long the young man suddenly looked at him, probably having felt his gaze. Dean was mesmerized for a brief second, looking into blue, blue eyes. Then he came back to reality and quickly turned his eyes away, feeling embarrassed. When they got to their stop Dean made a quick escape and went to his offices where he spent most of the day in meetings.

The next day Dean went further along the platform to get on the train towards the front, hoping to escape the young man. He felt silly. He was a grown man. He was used to battling court cases and dealing with criminals. Or supposed criminals. And now he was doing his best not to run into a kid on the train.

His plan didn't work, though. True, the kid didn't get on at the front but Dean could see him now, walking along the coach towards him. He swallowed an oath and tried to hide behind a woman who was standing in front of him. The kid came into the corridor and spottet Dean immediately. He smiled and went to stand next to Dean, casually, without looking at him. Dean didn't know what to do, he didn't understand why he felt like this; like a teenager who didn't know how to act around his crush. The eyeliner and chipped nailpolish were still in place but the shoes had turned blue and the t-shirt now stated "The Ramones" across the front.

"Some hot weather we've been having", the kid suddenly said.

"What?", Dean said surprised at the fact the kid spoke to him and also the really trivial topic. And the weather hadn't been that hot. Average at best. He swore inside. Why was he even contemplating this obvious attempt at starting a conversation?

"The weather", the kid said. "S'been hot".

"Really?", Dean said feeling foolish.

"Yeah", the kid continued. *Why didn't he just shut up*, Dean thought.

"So you work in the city", the kid said, no obvious connection to the previous topic.

Dean wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement.

"At Tucker and Sons", Dean said, not knowing why.

"The lawyers" the kid said.

Dean was surprised he knew them.

"Do the sons really work there?"

"Erm..", Dean said, surprised by the question.

"Mr. Tucker lived a hundred years ago. I think his sons used to work there but now..."

"Gotcha", said the kid.

"I work at the guitar shop", he continued. Dean had a questioning look on his face.

"The one next to the cinema….".

"Oh, right" Dean said. He definately knew where the cinema was.

They had come to their stop, Dean hoping they weren't gng in the same direction

Before they parted ways the kid gave Dean a long look. "Why don't you give me a call at the shop?", he said. "Maybe we can do something at the weekend. My name's Castiel".

Dean was utterly surprised by this suggestion. He had given no reason for the man, this 'Castiel', to think they might have something in common.

Castiel could see by Dean's expression the confusion he felt.

"Or maybe if you don't want to go out we can just stay in. You know...", he said with a half crooked smile. Dean just stared at him.

"See ya!", Castiel said and ran off smiling.

Dean was flabbergasted. The nerve! He certainly was not going to call. And he firmly believed it.