Title: Angel in the Marble
Author: castiel-thepizzaman
Pairing: Current Balthazar/Castiel, eventual Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17 or M overall, this chapter is PG.
Warnings: None. I do not own Supernatural.

A/N: Someone really needs to take my laptop away from me when I get a new idea. Anyways, I'm watching the elections and I decided to type this up because it seemed like a good idea and I've kinda had this prompt in my mind for a while. And I suck as summaries... once again.

Oh and I apologize if the Balthazar/Castiel pairing at the beginning bugs you, it was the first guy that popped into my mind.

Suggestions are always awesome. Please, enjoy!

Chapter One

"So who are you working for again?" Balthazar asked as he flipped through a magazine, light blue eyes idly skimming over the pictures of the celebrities. A quick snort issued from the man as he repositioned himself on the white couch. "Of curse he's cheating on her, it's written all over the bloke's face." Glancing up he looked around the room only to see that the man he was talking to was unexplainable absent.

It was a rather comfy looking living room, except that all the furniture seemed to be a clean white color. The carpet and couch were white, same as the two armchairs positioned on either side. Although the small coffee table and the t.v. stand were a deep, mahogany red standing out against the stark plainness of the other furniture. A large television rested on the stands and art decorated the wall, drawing away from the cream colored walls and a gypsum colored chair rail and boarder. Although the room may have given off a pristine and clean vibe, Balthazar had made sure he made it homely with deep red pillows on the couch and a smattering of materials, such a books, remotes, magazines, and coffee cups, lying over open surfaces.

"Dean Winchester." Castiel called back, the wall between the bedroom and the living room muffling his voice. He stood in front of the mirror, watching his fingers carefully tie a knot to his dark blue tie, defined by years of practicing. "I haven't had much time to look up his ethic and stand-points, although, honestly it doesn't matter, it's a job that I desperately need." That much was true, after he was let go from his previous job, he had trouble finding a replacement. It seemed that the political man he was working for before decided that when Castiel found out his secrets, he would make sure the man would never get another job.

His fingers smoothed down the front of the tie, pressing it against his white dress shirt in hopes that today it would stay in place instead of flipping around and showing the tag like it usually did. There was a good impression to be made if he wanted to keep this job and in this society, appearance was a good part of it. As Castiel was attempting to pat down his messy, dark hair, he could see Balthazar appear in the mirror, lounging against the doorframe.

"Winchester. As in the man everyone thinks might run for president? You better be careful." Bathazar's accent seemed accentuate the words, but Castiel could catch the slight disgust and contempt in the other man's voice. Castiel's reply was a shrug on one shoulder, his fingers trailing through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to make it look presentable. "Oh, for God's sake, Cassie. Let me do it." The blond man strode across the room, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, and stood next to Castiel. He threw the magazine onto the bed and reached up, gently tugging on Castiel's hair and forcing it to lay day on his head. Once he completed his task, Balthazar stepped back and admired his work. "You look much better with it messed up." His voice dropped lower, a small purr issuing out with his accent.

"That's because," Castiel took a step back and grabbed his suit coat hanging off the back of a chair, "you're the one messing it up." He shrugged the coat on, straightening the sides of it before he shrugged to make sure it was settled properly on his shoulder. When he turned and felt a body press up against his front.

"Well then, when you come back here, I'll just have to mess it back up." Bathazar murmured, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. "My gift to you."

"I'll hold you to that." Castiel replied, a small smile playing on his pale pink lips. He placed a hand lightly on the back of Balthazar's neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss. Their eyes fluttering closed when their lips met, a gently movement between them as their lips pressed and moved together. It wasn't lustful and needy, it was comfortable and relaxed. A kiss shared between two people who love each other and were comfortable with each other. Balthazar deepened the kiss, placing his arms around Castiel's waist and pulling him up against him. Castiel went with it, gently sliding his tongue into Balthazar's welcoming mouth before he reluctantly pulled away and buried his face into Balthazar's neck as they hugged each other. Giving a light kiss to his partner's pulse point, he pulled away. "You're going to make me late on my first day."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Balthazar let his arms drop and Castiel found himself missing the comfort of his partner's arms but he stepped back, grabbing his backpack before he headed out of the bedroom, Balthazar trailing behind with his magazine. "Remember, our anniversary is this Friday. I've already got the reservations."

Castiel opened the closet door, grabbing his trench coat and shrugging into it, feeling the excess weight settle over his body. Balthazar had often teased him about it, especially how it was rather large on his small frame. "Maybe if you clean the living room I'll think about joining you that night."

The blond haired man only chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips before he suddenly became serious. "Be careful today, Cas. Winchester is a well-known homophobe."

"Don't worry, I've learned how to appear 'normal'." Castiel used air quotes with the last word, a small smile on his lips as he leaned into kiss Balthazar on the lips again. "I love you. See you tonight."

"I love you, too." Castiel could see that his partner had more to say on the subject but he opened the door before Balthazar could say anything else. The last thing he wanted was to be late because Balthazar was arguing how he wouldn't have to hide who he really was.

Castiel walked up to the building, glancing up the marble steps of the U.S. senate, squinting his eyes as the sun glinted off the pillars. It was a rather ornate building and he found himself caught up in the architect, pausing to see the arches while other workers avoided his standstill. He hadn't been here in a long time and it was amazing that he had been able to come back since his previous employer had ruined his reputation. He still didn't understand why Senator Winchester had hired him, but he was eternally grateful. Castiel had just chalked it up to the fact that the man needed a secretary as soon as possible since the last one had to leave due to an accident her mother was in.

After he had taken in the structure, knowing he would be here to see the building tomorrow, Castiel continued walking up the steps. He hadn't gotten his badge for the employee entrance so he walked over to the visitors desk, his hands twisting the strap of his backpack nervously. He stood at the edge of the desk, watching as a petite, blonde girl finished a phone call.

"Hi. I'm Castiel Novak, I'm Senator Winchester's new secretary." He finally spoke when she placed down the phone, glancing up at him with a small smile and the raise of an eyebrow.

"Really?" She asked, the smile growing bigger. "I'm sure that's not possible..." She paused as she pulled out a folder, flipping it open. After a glance at the page she froze, her smile slowly slipping. "Oh. I'm sorry. It's just that usually he hires rather attractive women." Castiel's confused look caused her to backpedal. "Not that you're not attractive... It's just... Becky Rosen." The woman finished lamely, holding her hand out to the man across the desk.

He hesitantly took it, loosely wrapping his fingers around hers and moved his hand up and down. So far he was at a total loss with this woman. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Rosen." Castiel lied, it was far from pleasant. He was uncomfortable and felt awkward that she wouldn't relent her gaze on him.

"Becky, please, let me just get you situated."

They went through the usual procedures, paperwork and signatures. She created his badge, taking his picture in front of a white screen. She had asked him to smile, but Castiel just quirked up his lips, annoyed by her constant nagging with no relent in sight. Finally, when his badge was procured she had him go through the employee entrance just to make sure it worked.

"Alright, let me show you where the senator's office is and where you'll be working." She smiled over her shoulder to him as they walked and Castiel realized that she wasn't a totally annoying person, she was just different to him and he needed to accept that. They walked down the red carpeted hallways and Castiel couldn't help but glance in to see the politicians at work. And he could only guess that lies were leaking from their lips hoping the citizens would eat them up. It was just a big game to them all, a popularity contest.

The elevator ride was slow, and Castiel felt rather than saw, Becky crossing her arms and tapping her shoulder with her fingers nervously. The change in her actions caused the man confusion, but he ignored it and focused on the light that was moving through the numbers to the third floor. His I.D. badge was clipped to his shirt and he glanced down at it, actually seeing it for the first time. It was a picture that he knew Balthazar would tease him about that night and he felt himself looking forward to it. After being together for just about two years, they were at a point when their relationship wasn't entirely physical. Currently, Balthazar was stressing about work and for the past week they just held each other and talked before they went to bed. The promise that Balthazar had given him that morning had him excited for when him and his partner would meet in a physical sense tonight.

When the doors opened, Becky darted out, getting a good few feet head start of Castiel who followed behind her. She walked halfway down the hall before she disappeared behind a doorway and he assumed he was supposed to follow her into that room. When he entered it, he was greeted by a disappointed look on Becky's face and he assumed she was looking for someone who wasn't here.

Clearing her throat and composing her face into a smile, Backy turned back to greet Castiel. "So here's your office. Senator Winchester is in a meeting in his office, I'm sure he'll be out soon. Your reference said you've worked for a politician before, so I assume you know what to do." She paused for confirmation and Castiel nodded in reply. "Alright. If you need anything from me, my extension is 001. Good luck, Mr. Novak." Becky smiled and turned towards the door before she paused, glancing back at the man in the room. "About what I said before, I'm sure he just hired you because you would be less distracting than a pretty woman."

"Not helping, Becky." Castiel growled, watching as her eyes widened and she darted towards the door and out of the office.

The room was spacious with a deep red carpet that traveled in from the hall and a large, oak desk that would be his station from now on. Three wooden chairs rested against the wall while two black armchairs were placed on the opposite side of the desk he would be working on. It was a tasteful room, with half of the wall wooden, from the chair rail down, a cream and ivy wallpaper above it. There were patriotic pictures placed on the wall and cream colored curtains hanging around the large window that resided right behind his desk. To the right was a wooden door with a golden handle and Castiel knew it lead to Dean Winchester's office.

The desk seemed to be in perfect condition, as if the woman who left on leave made sure it was ready for him to work at right away. The computer screen was off and the telephone blinked with unread messages. There were office items placed neatly on the desk and it seemed like it was from a catalog picture how perfectly clean and organized it was as well as fully stocked. The in and out boxers were stacked with folders and a blue envelope rested on the black mat in the center of the desk. Castiel moved around and pulled out the black rolling chair, dropping his bag on the floor and sitting down, spinning a few times.

Building up courage, Castiel opened the envelope, seeing neat writing and a list. The writer of the letter introduced herself as Joanna (but he could call her Jo), saying she was the previous secretary and gave him some helpful hints to be successful. Such as, the senator liked to drink and sometimes would call her to pick him up, he loved his car, never mention his brother's past addiction to drugs, he liked black coffee right when he came in that morning and more often than not, the morning paper. It also went on about menial work tasks, the storage closet was on the second floor next to the break room, make sure only to take fifteen minute breaks every four hours, there is extra pay for working overtime, is the computer broke down call Ash who works in the basement.

Altogether, this letter made him feel better prepared and he breathed a sigh of relief, turning on the computer and typing in the login code and password she left on the back sheet of paper. As soon as it was running he turned to the messages that were on the machine, fumbling with the bluetooth for a moment before he dialed in and pressed in the code Jo had also left. Most of them were mundane, meetings and appointment and Castiel began filling them in on his calendar as well as the office calendar. He still wasn't sure how the senator went around doing his things, but he figured he would cover his basis for now.

A loud slam from the other room startled Castiel and he glanced towards the office door, hearing a voice gruffly yelling. "I don't care and that's final. Now, if you would please excuse yourself." The door opened in a short man in a black suit exited the room, glancing over at Castiel before he huffed an annoyed sigh and headed towards the door. Another figure appeared in the doorway of the office, eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the other man leave. He was about to return into his office when he caught sight of the dark haired man sitting at the desk. "Who are you?"

"Castiel Novak." He stood, offering his hand to the senator. "Your replacement secretary."

"Lovely." Senator Winchester sighed, running a hand through his short, blond hair. He glanced at Castiel's hand and took it, squeezing hard and Castiel thought he was over compensating for something. "Where's my coffee."

Castiel started. Right, coffee. "I... I'll go get it. Black, right?" He could feel the gaze of the other man on his as he ducked around the desk, not waiting for an answer.

"Goddammit, man, take off your trench coat. It's D.C. and a billion degrees outside." Dean growled before he turned and returned back to his office, slamming the door so hard behind him that the picture of George Washington forging the river on the front of a boat shook with the force.

A thick silence seemed to draw heavily on the room with the other man's absence and Castiel tried to calm himself. Apparently, he was working for an asshole. Jo had warned him about that. Balling his hands into fists, Castiel pulled his trench coat off, tossing it over the back of the chair before he made his way out of the room and down to the coffee station in the break room. It was all he could do at the moment so the Senator would have to deal with this coffee. Tomorrow he would remember to make it to a Starbucks before he went to work.

As he was pouring coffee into a large cup his phone went off and he pulled it out of his suit pant's pocket. It was a text message from Balthazar and Castiel let a small smile form on his face.

Having a good day at work?

Of course his partner would check in with him, Castiel typed a reply once he set the full cup on the counter.

As best as I can be with an asshole boss.

He placed the coffee pot back on the heater and began to make his way back to the office, using the stairs as an excuse not to face Senator Winchester so soon. Entering the office he knocked on the door and waited until he heard the other man answer. Castiel walked in, seeing the man sitting in his chair with the office phone to his ear, nodding along and humming quietly. He placed the coffee on the desk and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. His phone vibrated and Castiel glanced at it, opening the text message from Balthazar.

Here, hope this makes your day better.

Attached to it was a rather inappropriate picture of his partner's erect penis. Castiel just chuckled and shook his head, locking his phone and placing it back in his bag as he began to go through the folders in the in-box. Two minutes later his phone went off again.

Please reply, I went out on a limb here.

Castiel chuckled and typed a quick reply, knowing how unprofessional it was to be on the phone, much less talking about his partner's penis.

It did, now I'm thinking about it in my mouth before I pound you into the mattress tonight.

He returned to reading the paper, marking small x's where Dean needed to sign and initial. He was almost through reading when his phone vibrated again.

Fuck, it may have taken months to teach you how to dirty talk correctly, but it paid off. Anyways, who said I was being bottom?

Sex to them was a gift, especially when it came to positions, it was a giving and receiving moment. They knew people who would never switch positions for their partner while Castiel and Balthazar did it freely, each wanting to have the experiences.

You offered me a gift. Now go away, I have work to do.

Although he had chastised his boyfriend, Castiel still rested his phone on his knee, hoping for another text message from him. He couldn't deny the thrill that he got every time he saw Balthazar's flashing name on his screen, reminding him of the days when they first started dating. Now, even though they were in a routine and long term relationship, Castiel couldn't help but feel his heart tug with happiness when he thought of his partner. Another text brought him out of the next paper he was reading.

True and I can't wait. I've got a surprise for you. But I already see what you're doing. Choosing your work over me. I'll just have a small pity party here, alone, naked...

It was easy to type a quick reply to his boyfriend.

Bal...

In no time at all the next text from his partner came through.

I love you, too.

As soon as Castiel slid his phone back into his bag the door to the Senator's office opened and the man came out, glancing around to see that only Castiel was present. He moved to the desk, resting his fingers on the polished surface before he glanced over to see what Castiel was working on. Clearing his throat he spoke, "got any papers for me."

Castiel grabbed the stack he had been working on and handed them over, reaching up to point at a mark he had made on the paper. "Just sign where I've marked, Senator."

"Please, call me Dean. I only have girls call me senator." Dean winked at the secretary and Castiel's eyes widened, taken aback by the brash comment the man had made.

"Alright... Dean." Castiel replied, staring up from his seat as he waited for Dean to leave. Apparently, he was much more jovial after his morning coffee, especially since he wasn't ordering him around or insulting him.

Dean tucked the papers under his arm, before his fingers began to tap an erratic beat on the wooden desk. "I need you to set up a meeting with Crowley, hopefully one that will go better than today. Call Zachariah back and tell him I will, under no condition, accept his terms until he's straighten out the legal deal with Hayden." Castiel grabbed a pen and his notebook off the side of the desk and began to scribble down what his boss was saying. "Check with Becky to see if a package from California has come in. Call my brother and see if he's free tonight, if so, place a reservation for two at Bellus. And also, I need everything on the regulatory of the new proposed bill. I mean everything. The senate's at a standstill, like it has been for the past two years and I want to change that." Castiel nodded, his hand flying over the paper and when Dean stopped talking he looked up, his blue eyes glancing into Dean's green ones.

Or not. Though, these were orders that he could do quickly and efficiently. Jo had written to tell him that she had left past debates and positions of Dean Winchester in a file on the computer. If Dean needed debate material, he could easily put something together with that. Unfortunately, it seemed like Castiel was more caught in Dean's personal life than in his professional.

Not that it mattered. Money was money after all.

Dean left him wit a quick nod, turning his back and rolling up the sleeves of his light green button up shirt as he strode back into his office, shutting the door behind him. Castiel didn't watch him leave, instead he started to go down the list Dean had given him, searching for Crowley's information in a small book that Jo left behind, her cramped writing making it hard for him to make out. After a quick call to Crowley, who agreed to meet with Dean at ten tomorrow morning, he began to look for Zachariah's information. After pouring over a name that could have been Zach or Squh, a clearing of a throat interrupted him thoughts.

Glancing up he saw a lovely woman with brown hair falling below her tan shoulders and friendly brown eyes. "Hi, I'm Lisa Braedon." Castiel just smiled back at her having no clue who she was. His mind flicked back to the letter Jo had left him, but there was nothing mentioning this woman. He could tell Lisa was growing uncomfortable and added on, "can you tell Dean I'm here to see him?"

"Of course." Castiel recovered himself and picked up the phone, dialing into Dean's office.

The senator picked up the phone and answered with a bored, "Yeah?"

"Lisa Braedon's here to see you."

"Send her right in." Dean replied, hanging the phone up.

Castiel glanced quickly at the phone in his hand before he placed it back on the hook, glancing up at the woman in front of him who seemed to have relaxed during his short conversation with his employer. He gestured with one hand towards the closed office door, "please go right on it."

Lisa smiled at him. "Thank you...?"

It was a show of gratitude and a question at the same time and Castiel barely heard it before he had gotten back to the information book. "Castiel."

"Thank you, Castiel." With that, Lisa turned, pushing some of her dark locks over her shoulder as he opened the door that separated the offices and walked in, closing it quietly behind him.

A few minutes later, Castiel found Zachariah's phone number and was about to dial it when a low moan of pleasure passed through the wall from Dean's office.

This was going to be a long day.

A/N: Since this is a Desitel fic I can skip the Castiel and Balthazar smut if you want. Thanks =]