Hey you guys! I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in a long while, I think you'd understand when I said that school is beating the shit out of me. The other story I've been writing, The Hunger Games one, I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it now. I'm so sorry! I just don't have the time to get to a computer and type it up anymore. I hate it, but it's true. Now this story I started on my phone later one night and sent it to my iPad so it would be easier to write, and it has been. I've been writing at school when I'm not doing anything and that's really helped with writing time. So theres a much bigger chance of me being able to finish this story. So yeah. Anyways, this is a Destiel fic that popped in my head while I was watching an episode of Supernatural before bed a few nights ago and this is the result for chapter one. I made a trailer for it also and am planning to upload it to YouTube soon, my username is RIPKevin Trann, so it's easier to find once it is up. I may post it to Tumblr as well, and my URL at the moment for that is r-i-p-kevin-trann. And just for y'all's information, they do not meet in this chapter, they meet next chapter. And please forgive me for any spelling mistakes or tense changes, I'm still working on that. It's gotten better, though, so that's a plus. Anyway, that's enough of my babbling for now. Any suggestions after you read would be GREATLY appreciated! I'd love to hear them! And if you don't have any suggestions for me right now then just leave a review! It would also be greatly appreciated! They really do help me to keep writing. Thank you guys for just liking my writing.

The characters in this story are not mine, although I so wish they were. All credit for them goes to Supernatural.

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There was a loud noise in the next room, outside the office. Dean Winchester jumped just a little at the sound, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. Several things could have made that same noise if it fell, but Mr. Winchester had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. And it happened often enough to where it really irritated the shit out of him. "Son of a bitch," he exhaled after a few moments. Another crashing noise came from the same room, sounding like one of those side tables with a small bedside lamp on its top.

Dean put his hands on the side of his office desk and pushed his chair back to stand. He made his way over to the door, this being one of those times he wished that the walls and doors were clear glass and not clouded glass. He's asked several times before if they could change it and just put curtains or something to keep away unwanted eyes, but every time they declined, no matter how much he asked. There was really nothing more he could do about it, unless he wanted to risk getting fired.

He sighed it off and pulled open the doors, and found himself to be correct about the situation yet again. His assistant's computer was on the floor in front of the desk, its screen cracked beyond repair. The small table under the vast window that stretched across the wall with the oak and mahogany bed lamp on its top turned on its side, and the lamp, well it didn't look like it would make it. Sad, too. He really liked that lamp.

Mr. Winchester crossed his arms and glared at the scene before him. "Charles!" he exclaimed, making sure his irritation was clearly noted. "What have I told you about bringing your damn cat to work? It could get us both fired!" He paused for a moment. "And Dustin is going to be pissed you got that computer he bought for you broken. He probably ain't gettin' you another one."

Dean heard light pounding from just around the corner, which meant someone, most likely his assistant, was running up the stairs. He hurled around the corner and lost his balance, landing face first onto the carpet, and Dean flinched as he hit. He quickly went over to help Charles up, and to make sure he didn't get a concussion or anything like that.

"Sorry sir, I, I didn't mean to. I was welcoming Tyler Johnson's new assistant when I heard you call my name. Who knew you could yell loud enough to be heard 3 floors down? I wasn't the only one surprised. I ran from the elevators once I got here." He took a deep breath and tried to continue. "You know, maybe you should ask for an office not in the elevated part of this floor, it's really inconvenient at times.." That was all he got out before he tried to get up and stumbled some, and just sat down for a moment.

Once he was finally standing again, Dean sighed and said, "Well, okay. Just try to be a little more careful next time, alright? Now, what did I tell you about the cat?" Charles just now seemed to be aware that something else had happened besides his name being called, and looked over his boss' shoulder to take in the superficial mess that had been made. His face changed from slightly embarrassed to something along the line of 'oh, shit'. His eyes trailed around a tiny bit that Dean could only assume were following his tabby. He just stared at it, and Dean was getting impatient.

He cleared his throat to get Charles' attention back, who flicked his eyes back to his. He licked lips and repeated himself, slower this time.
"What have I told you about the cat, Charles?"

"Um..." he shifted his weight nervously a couple times. "You said not to bring him to work because he's a risk to our jobs. That I just need a cat sitter and he'll be fine."

Dean nodded slowly then added, "precisely. So, why is he here again?" Charles open and closed his mouth trying to say something, but no words were coming out. So he just quirked an eyebrow and waited for his excuse.

After what seemed like an hour, he finally said, "Cookie doesn't like the cat sitter! She won't pet her and she scares her when she stomps around with her headphones in her ears. I'd get someone else to do it but no one else wants too!" Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head at this. He can't keep having him bring her to work, every time he does it's a risk not just to his job, but Dean's as well. He glared at Charles for a minute before saying anything.

"Well too damn bad! I don't want to lose my job because of a cat. You can't bring her here anymore, I'm dead serious this time. If you do it again I'll have to fire you myself, and I really don't want to do that. You do good work. Am I making myself clear?" He looked him straight in the eyes as he said it, and he just blinked at him. Dean raised his eyebrows. "Have I made myself clear?" He asked again, and he nodded.

"Yes sir, crystal." Charles said a little disappointed, and he smiled.

"Good. Now I'd go get that old Dell computer out of the storage room, you still have some files to go through for me, and I have a paper to write for my meeting tomorrow afternoon. "So," he patted Charles' shoulder a couple times, "let's get a move on. Time's a wastin'." He gave a small nod and headed off to the storage room, but then Dean remembered something about someone getting a new assistant today. It couldn't hurt to pop by and say hello before he starts his paper, could it?
He jogged a little ways down the hall and called after his assistant. "Charles! Who was it you said had the new assistant? Was it Henry or Tyler? Can't remember." He stopped walking and turned around.

"Tyler Johnson. Head of design, isn't he?"

"That'd be Tyler. Might pop in to say hello in a little while. Thanks!" He nodded once and continued to storage. Dean turned back around and went to pick up the small table and the broken lamp and set them back up. He glanced at the cracked laptop and shrugged as he turned towards his office doors. Charles could pick up his own computer.

He shut the doors behind him and went back to his own desk. He decided he'd finish what he was doing then he would go on ahead and welcome the new guy. It would be impolite not to go and at least say hello. Whoever they are, hopefully they're nicer than the last head of design's assistant.

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Castiel stood outside the elevator and observed his new working space. The floor was very large, with doors every ten to twelve feet with a small room for an assistant to work, then another door to a bigger room for the assistant's boss.

If he remembered correctly, his new boss was head of design for Expedition magazine, and he was told he may even get to pitch in a few ideas now and then, which was a plus in Castiel's mind. He enjoyed designing those kinds of things. It was how he relieved stress at his apartment. His bedroom was almost completely covered in designs he had done, so this new job should be enjoyable. Or at least he hoped it would be.

He took one last deep breath and then slowly started walking down the hall, scanning the room numbers as he walked past them. Room 417, that's the one he was looking for. He passed the next room number. 413. Then the next. 414. 415. 416.

He stopped in front of the next door, turning to face it. He glanced at the number panel, which of course, read none other than 417. Suddenly he started to shake a little, and his palms began to sweat. Could he actually do it? He wasn't sure now. He could end up hating the job for all he knows, and if he takes it and that happens, he can't exactly quit. He was lucky to find the opening at all, there are so many people searching for jobs now days.

Castiel slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and then counted to three, but only loud enough for himself to hear. "One. . . Two. . . Three. . ." On three he held his breath and turned the knob, walking into the room. As soon as he stepped in, he smelled it. The whole entire room smelled like vanilla and. . . What was that flower called again? Honeysuckle? Yes, that was it, he was sure of it. The whole room smelled like honeysuckle and vanilla. It calmed him down the slightest bit. It's what his house growing up had smelled like almost all the time.

He walked over and lightly put his hand on his new desk, dragging his fingers over the cool wood. It was nice, soothing to the touch. He lifted his eyes from his workspace and glanced around the room. It was like a designer's paradise. Shelves of books and drawers of paper and pencils everywhere. There was a window that almost went from floor to ceiling and was at least half the wall's size, with gold silk curtains on its sides. And because the room was a darker red, it made everything in the room seem so much nicer. Suddenly he was worried he might break something, or mess something up and get fired before he could do any real work.

Castiel was observing the goldfish on one of the tables in the room when the door to his boss' office opened, startling him. He turned away from the fish to find Mr. Johnson standing a couple feet behind him, smiling ear to ear. He gave a small smile back, even though he hadn't really wanted to. But with a smile as bright and cheery as his, it was hard not to. "Beautiful, isn't he? Named him Pistol. I've had him for three years now. He probably should have died a long while ago, but he's still here and perfectly healthy." Mr. Johnson said.

He nodded and turned back to the fish, leaning over to get a better look. Pistol turned and swam to the other end of the bowl, and that's when he saw it. The black stripe-no, not a stripe-a little spot shaped almost like a pistol, just on that one side, and no other marks on him. "You must be my new assistant, then?" Mr. Johnson said after a moment, breaking the silence in the room that had been held by the fish. "I would have done the interviewing myself, but I was quite busy at the time. I've already been told a lot about you. I'm sorry, but what would your name be again? I was only told once and I never wrote it down!" He turned back to face him and cleared his throat.

"Oh, yes, that would be me. My name is Castiel. Castiel Novak. It's a pleasure to be here, sir." Castiel replied, trying not to sound too shaky, but it didn't go unnoticed.

"Castiel, huh? That's a new one, never heard it before. I like it, very unique. And lighten up, there's nothing to worry about. I'm not that bad! And from what I've been told about you, you'll love this job. Honestly it never gets boring. Crowd of nice people around here as well. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, you'll be fine." Mr. Johnson said cheerily. He smiled at him. He liked his boss already.

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Tyler." Castiel nodded and gazed over at his desk. Tyler watched him and chuckled. "Can't wait it get started, am I right? Well, go ahead, just take today to get settled in, get some knowledge of where everything is, learn to use the equipment and all that. You're not on the clock today at all, so you're free to leave whenever. I need to go back in my office and put the finishing touches on this month's cover for the meeting tomorrow afternoon, so I'll go ahead and leave you be. Just make sure when you do leave, just stick your head in and let me know!" And as he said that, he waltzed right back onto his office and shut the door. Castiel couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you, sir! .. Er, Tyler!" He went and sat in his new chair and sighed, feeling very pleased with himself. That went better than he had thought it would go. He just sat there for a little while and looked around the room, taking it all in. The smell of honeysuckle and vanilla, the books and papers and pencils that were always there to help him relax when he's stressed out, which seemed to be more and more often, now that he thought about it.

He makes himself a little more comfortable and then turns on the new computer, intent on learning everything he can before he leaves in while, maybe an hour or two. He still needs to unpack a lot of boxes and go shopping for some groceries so his apartment's kitchen isn't completely empty. It will be a little after three O'clock in two hours, so he decided he'd just leave then. He took his glasses out of his pocket and put them on, then set to work scouring files on the computer and researching, and looking at books on the shelves, and after a while he couldn't think of anything else.

An hour had gone by and he was still entranced in his research and reading. If it weren't for the knocking on the door he may have never even noticed how much time had passed. He took his glasses off and gently set them on the desk just as the person at the door walked in. He had black hair which stuck up some on his head, a nice brown suit with a deep red tie, although it was on the cheaper side. He could only tell because of how Tyler's suit looked. When he saw Castiel he smiled and walked over. He could already tell he was a nice guy, just by the way he was smiling.

"Hi, um, you're Mr. Johnson's new assistant, aren't you?" He asked.

"That would be me," he stood and held out his hand to the man on the other side of the desk. "My name is Castiel." The man took his outstretched hand and they shook.

"My name is Charles, Charles McCarthy."

"Nice to meet you, Charles."

"Likewise." They stood there for a moment in silence, then Charles spoke up. "So, how'd you hear about the job opening?" Castiel looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.

"I went looking online for a job and I happened to stumble upon it. It's quite far from where I used to reside but my I wasn't too keen of my life there. So I thought I'd check it out, maybe start fresh, you know?" He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm kind of looking at this as a second chance at a good life for myself, I guess." Charles was nodding along to his words by the time he finished talking.

"I know exactly what you mean. Good on you. If you don't mind my asking, how come you didn't really like it, where you used to live? And where did you live?" Castiel took a deep breath and looked out the window, which had a view of the lake. The rays from the sun bounced off the water making look like it was sparkling as its surface churned lightly. Looking at the water, he thought back to one of the last conversations he had with a few of his brothers and his sister before he decided to take off.

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Castiel lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, try to come up with what to say to his brothers and his sister, Anna. He had been building up the courage to tell them for several years now and he felt he was ready to actually do it. But whatever he came up with to say, he always rejected it and went back to square one. He thought he could just say it straight off, but then he thought that might be too sudden, like throwing it in their faces, so he tossed that idea. He also thought he could make some speech before he said it about how everyone is equal no matter who or what they're interested in and that all he wants is their respect for his life choices, but then he thought that might be too long and boring and they would leave before he could actually get to the point. He just couldn't seem to find something that was in between that sounded good to him. After. Little while linger he couldn't stand it, he supposed he'd just have to wing it and hope all goes okay.

He made his way downstairs where he knew they'd all be, because it was just about time to eat. They hadn't cooked anything that day, so they had decided to just order a few pizzas. He reached the bottom of the staircase, and carefully looked around the corner into the dining room, where they were all just opening the pizza boxes and serving themselves. He started going in, but then stopped himself. Did he really want to do this? What will they think? Maybe he should wait longer and just drop hints for a while. No, they deserved to know, and the longer he waited the more nervous he would become at telling them. No, he was doing it today.

He set his jaw and walked in, stopping at the open end of the long mahogany dining table. He received some smiles from his siblings, and a couple hadn't noticed him yet because they were so focused on their food to see that he had come in at all. He had quite a few siblings, as they were a big family. His oldest sibling, Balthazar, was, in retrospect, the man of the house. When he said to do something it's to be done. His mother had run off a long time ago, and their father, well, Castiel had never met him. He didn't really feel a need to, either. He had been told he was always going out and getting drunk, even went to jail a few times. But for some reason he popped into his head, and he wondered what he would think of what he was about to say.

They had started to sit, but Castiel did not. Once he thought they were comfortable enough, he cleared his throat, and all eyes were on him. It made him start to panic on the inside, a lump forming in his throat, mouth suddenly becoming dry, and palms starting to sweat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself down. Before he could say anything, one of his brothers spoke up.

"You got something to say, Cassie?" His brother Gabriel said, and he could hear just a hint of annoyance in his voice, but he ignored it.

"Yes, I do, and it's kind of important." He scanned all their faces as they just starred at him, still eating their food, waiting for him to speak.

"Well," Lucifer said, dragging out the word, "get on with it then."

"I am!" Castiel said. "Now. . Everyone on the planet is different, but we're all equal, no matter who or what we're interested in. People are people, and I just don't want you all to think of me differently than you do now." He quickly scanned their faces again, then continued. "You all know my. . Girlfriend, Shelby, right?" Most of them nodded, whereas one or two just kept staring at him. "Yeah well, um. . She's not actually my girlfriend, she never has been. We faked it." This earned him some wide eyes, confused faces, and an eyebrow raise from Gabriel.

"Wait, what?" Joshua said.

"We faked it. Why? So you and everyone else making fun of me for not having one. I didn't have one because I didn't exactly want one because I. . I. ." The words were there, he just couldn't get them out. "Just say it. ." He said under his breath.

"What was that?" Michael said.

"Whatever it is, you can tell us." Anna said with a little smile. He loved Anna, she's always been able to help, even now.

So he looked her right in the eyes and said it. "I don't want a girlfriend because I like guys." He kept watching Anna as her eyebrows shot up and her mouth formed a silent oh. Gabriel was for some reason smirking, and everyone else was giving him blank stares.

"What?" Michael asked in a dangerous tone.

"I knew it." Gabriel said, and Castiel looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Say that again," Michael demanded.

He looked his brother straight in the eyes and repeated himself calmly, "I like guys, not girls." He watched as Michael stood and made his way over to stand right in front of him. He looked at Balthazar for just a moment, and all he saw was not anger or surprise or sadness, just disappointment. He swallowed down the lump in his throat that had made its way back and looked back to Michael.

"No," he said simply, and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows again.

"What?" He asked.

"No," he said again. "No brother of mine is going to go around making out with other guys. It's not right."

"Well, I'm sorry," he replied, "it's just who I am. You can't change it."

"Yes, we can. I know someone, a doctor of sorts, she can help you."

Gabriel started to stand pushing his chair back. "Hey, now hold on just a minute-"

"Shut up and sit down, Gabriel." Michael snapped. Gabriel glared at him, but he eventually sat down, and crossed his arms. "I know you don't really like guys, Castiel, because I know you. It's not you, it's like. . It's like a kind of sickness. Ideas get stuck in your head and you can't think straight."

"Michael, live him alone!" Anna said, who moments later received a very dangerous look from him.

"Shut up, Anna. Stay out of this."

"You know what?" She said, standing from her chair, "No." He parted his lips and raised his eyebrows, glowering at her.

"Excuse me?" He said, shocked she actually told him no, because she rarely ever tells any one of us no.

"I said no. I won't stay out of it."

"You know, I'm with Anna. I won't stay out of it either." Gabriel told Michael, standing up once again from his chair. Anna looked from Gabriel back to Michael, and set her shoulders. Castiel couldn't help but smile a little.

"You are both idiots," he tells them, "do you really not see how it's wrong?"

"No, because it's not. If Castiel likes guys, the he likes guys. It's perfectly acceptable. He's not the only one in the world who likes guys either." Anna said.

"They're all sick, and need help." He pushes.

"No, they're not. There is no problem with being gay, Michael." Gabriel said sternly. Michael turned away front Anna and Gabriel and glowered at Castiel.

A few minutes passed before he said anything, but when he did open his mouth to speak, he said, "there is in this house." Then he threw a hand up and pointed to the door behind him looking him straight in the eyes, and said, "get out."

"What?" Castiel said, lips parting in surprise.

"Get. Out. I will not stand for this, get out of our house, Castiel. I'm sorry. But you are sick, and you need to find help. Until then I don't suggest coming back here."

"Michael, come on!"

"Now." His mouth dropped even more, then looked over at his oldest brother.

"Balthazar!" He cried. But he just looked at him with more disappointment.

"Just go, Castiel." He said sadly.

"But. ."

"Go." Michael ordered. He looked back at Anna and Gabriel one last time, who both looked at him with worried faces, then quickly walked out, tightly shutting the door behind him and getting into his car to go somewhere, anywhere. He lived in his car a few days before he contacted Anna and Gabriel and asked them to pack his things and meet him at the end of their street after dark. They did, and he thanked them. And once he finally drove off, he wasn't sure if he'd ever go back.

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"I, um, don't really want to talk about it." Castiel finally told Charles. "But I moved here from Minnesota just a couple weeks ago." After he told him that, Charles seemed impressed.

"Wow, that's a long way from here! Well, you will love California. There's a lot to do and see. Once you're comfortable and familiar with your new workspace I could-"

"Charles!" A faint, but audible voice interrupts him, and he turns the slightest bit pale.

"Oh, shit, that's my boss. I better go. I'll try and drop by later unless you're already gone, if so then hopefully tomorrow. But it was nice to meet you! I'll see you around." As he said that he took off finning down the hall to the stairs. He could still hear the faint yelling, but it just made him smile. He glanced at the clock at the wall, which read two fifty in the afternoon. He might as well wrap things up here and head back to his apartment. Castiel went and stuck his head in Tyler Johnson's office, then picked up his things and headed out.

His apartment was only six blocks, so he decided to walk instead of taking the bus like he did to get there. The wind made it feel colder than it was, so he pulled his tan trench coat tighter around himself and flipped his collar up. He came to the SuperMart two blocks from his apartment and purchased what he thought would last him the next week and started walking the last two blocks. He finally made it back and was greeted by the manager, who asked him how he was liking it so far. He said he liked it just fine and parted with a nod, and took the elevator to the fourth floor where his room was. He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

He threw them on the little coffee table and then plopped down on the couch once he was inside. He stared at the design sitting in front of him and sighed. He couldn't stop thinking about that night since he left the office. Michael's words pulsed through his head with every step he took. It's wrong. You're sick and need help. Over and over again he had to listen to them, and each time they sounded worse, made him feel worse. He hated it. He was almost positive everyone in his family besides Gabriel and Anna hated him because of who he was. It's not exactly his fault, and he can't change it.

He can't just change who he is because someone else doesn't like him. If anything was wrong, it's Michael's criticism. Maybe if he just bees himself here, without hiding anything, everything will be fine. The people here seemed nice enough, maybe they would overlook it and accept him for him. His boss seemed nice enough, and Charles McCarthy definitely seemed nice enough. He was really beginning to think that he was going to like it here. Not too much stress on his shoulders and nice people, a nice enough place to call his own, and new places to go see. Yes, he was really looking forward to his new life. Maybe things would go as he wanted them to for once. Just maybe.

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AN:

So what do you think? Is it good, should I continue? I probably will anyway, but it's always nice to know what you think! Let me know, and any and all suggestions are openly welcome! Just leave it in your review if you have one for me and I will definitely take note of it! Thank you lovelies!