Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or any of the characters.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I know it's been FOREVER since I have written anything. Hell, I'm not even technically done with another one of my stories (I am making big progress on it though...). But I needed to get this story out of my system. I've been brainstorming on it for awhile now and I just had to. So, here goes nothing. I hope you like it!

Side note: This takes place in an Alternate Universe where there is no paranormal. Dean is an ordinary guy who owns a mechanic shop and Cas is an ordinary guy who is an accountant. Sammy is a lawyer and Bobby is the co-manager. Just normal life. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Dean stared down at the financial records in front of him. He had been trying to finish the budget for the month for over an hour. Sufficed to say, he hadn't gotten very far. There were a thousand things going through his mind: the increase in sales, the extended hours, needing his employees to stay later. He had even considered adding an additional section to the building to make more room for the increase in business.

Everything in Dean's life had been picking up. His little brother, Sam, had opened up a law firm with one of his college buddies. They were doing pretty well for themselves already. About a year ago when his mentor, Bobby, retired and about went stir crazy from the boredom, he brought him on to help him manage the shop. He was finding that he couldn't do everything like he had in the beginning. The other shop in town had closed due to some very questionable rumors going around, so Dean's shop was the main one around. He really needed the extra help. And now he needed some more help. He was coming to the conclusion that he would need to hire an accountant to help him balance the books every month and stay ahead of the demand. He was starting to fall slightly behind.

Bobby and Sam had been throwing around hints for the past couple of months about how nice it would be to have someone else do the books. Dean was finally caving. The only problem was finding the right one for the job.

It didn't take very long to capture some attention for the job. Dean had done several interviews with no luck. He wasn't sure if he was being picky or if he was just being protective at this point. There had been so many interviews that Dean was losing faith in the whole idea of hiring someone.

There was one more interview. If it didn't go well, he was going to switch directions and try to figure something else out. What that something else was, he wasn't too sure.

There was a knock on the door and then Bobby opened the door. "The next guy is here for the interview. Ready?"

Dean nodded, pulling over the last application. "Yeah, send him on in."

The guy's name was Castiel Novak. What kind of name was Castiel? It sounded like a rich, pretentious name. He heard footsteps enter the room and then the door clicked shut silently.

Dean waved his hand to the seat without looking up. "Please, sit down. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm the owner here at Singer & Sons. Before we get started here, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes, what exactly would the job here entail?"

Dean looked up and his entire body froze. The man sitting in front of his desk was handsome, but it was more than that. He had bright blue eyes that seemed to peer right into his soul. He had black hair that flopped in every direction as if he had just rolled around in the sheets with someone. He was wearing a tan trench coat that seemed a little big for him, but oddly it worked for him. He was wearing a tie that complimented his eyes, but it was backwards as if fastened in a hurry. Dean's eyes traveled as far down him as they could and then slowly back up. Strangely, it seemed as if Castiel's were doing the same thing to him. He could feel his jeans getting a little snug.

Dean coughed and jerked his eyes up. "Um, so, uh…I need someone to take care of the financials for the shop. We're too busy for me to be able to do it anymore as I have other things I need to do around here. I just don't have the time."

Castiel nodded. "Okay. I believe that I am perfectly suitable for the job."

Dean nodded absently, staring at the man in front of him. "Uh huh…" He snapped himself out of his trance. He must look absolutely ridiculous drooling over a stranger.

"Right. I have looked over your application and it seems like you are qualified for the job, but what makes you think you're suitable? Don't take offence to this, but this is a mechanic's shop. We get pretty dirty around here on a daily basis. I understand that this is an interview and that requires looking nice, but I want to make sure that this has a chance of working out before I consider hiring you."

Castiel dipped his head. "I understand that. I don't mind getting dirty. The smells of a garage are not a problem for me either. When I was growing up, my dad used to work on cars in his free time. I would watch him rebuild them all the time. It was the only time I got to spend with him before he died."

Dean swallowed hard. He acknowledged his words and looked back down at the application. I see you went to a prestigious school and got your degree. You've been working in accounting for a few years now. What made you leave your last job, if you don't mind me asking?"

Castiel cleared his throat. "I worked closely with one of my brothers. It didn't take long for me to figure out that my family is not meant to work together, so I left before it caused more issues. I moved to this area recently and heard about this job opportunity and thought it might be the perfect thing for me. I'm really hoping to have the chance here."

Dean started bouncing his leg nervously. There was this feeling in his gut that wasn't going away. He liked this guy and thought he might be a good fit. He sat there awkwardly for a few moments, silently debating with himself in his head. He weighed the pros and the cons. He hasn't asked him too many questions, but that feeling in his gut was telling him all he needed to know. He needed to hire this guy. He didn't know why, but he did.

Dean looked up with a toothy grin on his face. "Cas-can I call you Cas? You're hired. When can you start?"

Cas's eyes widened in shock. "Um…yes, you may and I can start right away. When do you need me to?"

"How about tomorrow morning? We'll start you off bright and early. We open at nine am, but I usually get here around eight to open the place up and get a jump on the day. How about you get here by 8:15 and we can get you set up before we have any customers come in?"

Cas smiled as they both stood. "That sounds perfect. I will see you at 8:15 then." They shook hands, but neither let go. They both got sucked into their own little worlds, staring at each other and smiling. They finally realized they were shaking hands far longer than necessary and let go. Dean moved around the desk and walked over to the door. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Cas's eyes glanced down him as he walked. He did the same when he knew Cas wasn't looking.

Dean opened the door and gestured for Cas to go first. "Well, Cas, it was very nice meeting you. I'm glad that we have finally found what we've been looking for. I've suffered through a lot of interviews before you came in. I think that you will fit in nicely here. I've even cleared out a room that will serve as your office."

Cas kept glancing down Dean's body as he walked in front of him. No one else was around, so he knew he was safe to check him out. He couldn't believe his luck at finding a hot boss.

"My office will be right next to yours in case there are any problems or you need anything. Don't hesitate to ask questions or just pop in. I do have a shop meeting with everyone at 8:30 every morning to quickly go over everything before we open. We've never had an accountant before, but you will be included in the meetings. You'll be able to meet everyone then. There is a break room towards the back of the building in case you want to bring your own lunch, but I buy lunch for everyone on Friday's, so you don't have to worry about that tomorrow if you don't want to. Everyone gets a paid half hour lunch break as sometimes we work straight through lunch if we're busy enough. Do you have any questions for me?"

Cas looked up to find Dean smiling softly at him as if they were already friends. "Actually, I don't think I do."

"Awesome. Then I will see you bright and early. It was very nice meeting you, Cas, and welcome to the shop."

Cas's smile grew as they reached out and shook hands again. It was like it was happening in slow motion. They were staring into each other's eyes, smiling, and not letting go. They heard someone clear their throat and Dean dropped his hand immediately, his eyes going wide. "Well, uh, Cas, I guess we'll see you in the morning. Oh, and you might want to fix your tie. It's a little backwards."

Dean walked back to his office as Cas blushed and looked down at his tie. It was, indeed, backwards. He had been in such a rush to get out the door and to the interview that he had put his tie on backwards without even realizing it. He was surprised he'd been given the job looking like that.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath, letting the embarrassment go. Tomorrow was going to be a new day. He was going to make a good impression on the first day of work and he was going to do an amazing job. And not flirt with his boss. Even though his boss was the sexiest man he had ever seen before in his life.

Cas chided himself silently as he left the shop. He smiled briefly at the man who had snapped them back into reality. He was a burly sort of man with a beer belly and baseball cap. He was leaning against the doorway with his arms across his chest. He nodded his head towards Cas before heading back into the room he had come out of.

Cas took another breath and left the shop. He slid behind the wheel of his car and pulled out of the parking lot with a big grin on his face. He was going to like his new job, he had a good feeling about that.

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