Gabriel growled when he opened his emails. It was the seventh email he had received this week from the offices of Winchester and Sons. Apparently, their last secretary had been calling in sick for the past week, and they had hired her through Gabriel. He ran a very good business, and prided himself at being able to find the perfect person for a position, no matter the job. And he had been asked to find people for extremely odd jobs before, but he was appreciated for his promptness and discretion, which is why he was so well known in certain circles. He didn't discriminate, and he had great contacts, and even if he didn't know someone for a job, he knew someone who knew someone. He always delivered, and his success rate at finding a perfect match for the jobs was nearly flawless.

This particular match was probably the worst failure he had ever made, and the Law Firm he hired the secretary for didn't seem to be too keen on letting it go. Sure, the girl was smart, and she looked good on paper, what with plenty of experience and a high word per minute count. She came with very high praise, and she matched all of requirements. It was the practical application that was lacking. Something no resume will ever say was if that person had a tendency to be flighty.

And, apparently, Becky was.

Dean Winchester, her boss and a name partner at his father's firm, found out via social media that she had been in Hawaii the entire time with their mail clerk. She was getting married on a last minute whim, all the while calling him every morning pretending to cough up a lung.

It would have been hilarious to Gabriel if her boss wasn't one of the cities best lawyers, possibly on par with his own brother, Michael, who worked for a rivaling firm. As it were, the man found a loop in the contract he used to hire the girl, and if he didn't find a replacement soon, Gabriel would possibly be sued. Of course, Gabriel knew Dean Winchester had better things to do with his time and money than sue the agency that helped him find a secretary. Still, it would be bad for business if he didn't come through for a paying client, and Gabriel really didn't want to deal with all of the bad press it would give him if word got out.

On the other hand, finding another secretary that was the perfect match for a finicky lawyer at such short notice was putting him in a bad way. After all, he had about forty other clients who needed anything from personal trainers and cooks, to baby and dog sitters. He didn't have the time to find a—

Gabriel rustled through his documents, searching for the requirements one Dean Winchester made for his secretary several months back.

The bullet points were quick, easy, and to the point.

Secretary prerequisites:

100 wpm typing speed minimum

must speak at least one foreign language fluently

typing, shorthand and audio transcription skills

word processing and spreadsheet skills

administration skills

excellent grammar and spelling

Discretion in handling confidential information

making appointments and keeping diaries

Skill at using short hand during meetings

typing letters and writing emails

updating records in databases and spreadsheets

dealing with phone enquiries and emails that reflect the company's best interest

It was all generic stuff that he usually dealt with. Very simple to find a good secretary with those kinds of requirements.

It was the 'preferable if' category that was the hardest quota to fill. Apparently, the impatient, narcissistic, asshole of a lawyer was more than a little superficial, which should have been obvious to anyone who looked at his extensive sports car collection. It made Gabriel laugh the first time he read through it. Because it was obviously a joke!

Except it wasn't. This man was deadly serious. Which made it all the more hilarious in Gabriel's mind. He always loved a challenge. And he always loved to deliver the perfect employee, just to prove he could.

Preferable if the secretary

Is Young

Has a sensual voice to answer the phone with and a good, disarming smile to greet people with at the desk.

Looks good in a dress and heals. Will probably be joining me at certain events, and must be able to make a good impression at my side.

Is able to keep a professional distance with opponents and clients while still being able to manipulate the competition into letting their guard down around them.

Has A great poker face

Has Blue eyes.

Is Willing to spend late nights at the office and work long hours and hard tasks with minimal praise.

Is Willing to submit self to my occasional bad temper, and odd whims when I win cases or hit a temporary roadblock.

Is shorter than me.

Even rereading it made tears of laughter come to his eyes. It was more like he was looking for the perfect wife rather than a secretary. And it took Gabriel the better part of a month to find the first one. And amusingly enough, he did find the perfect wife, just not for Mr. Winchester.

Oh the irony.

He scanned through the subtly threatening email with dwindling interest, flipping back to the required skills list, then the preferred list when he was really bored and needed a laugh. He knew that if he ever met the man in person, Dean would more than likely not hesitate to rip him a new one, but seeing as how emails left obvious paper trails, he doubted the lawyer would risk threatening too much more than Gabriel's money and job in emails. And, seeing as how he ran his business out of his home, and nobody but his brother Michael knew where to find him, it was doubtful anything too traumatizing would come from this.

Obviously the corporate snob was having a baby panic attack after going two weeks without having a hot little thing at his front desk to help change his diapers and wipe his nose.

He read through the list again. Gabriel was amused to note that while the entire letter was obviously typed with a sexy woman secretary in mind, no gender specific terms were made. With how irritating the lawyer was beginning to get, perhaps it would be fitting if he set the jerk up with a man fitting the description. Just desserts and all that jazz.

Of course, he wouldn't put his worst enemy at this douche's mercy.

Gabriel sighed, buzzing his lips together, skittering his fingers across the keyboard without really pressing anything, but enjoying the obnoxious tapping it made anyway while he thought.

Coming up blank after not even trying, but convincing himself that he put enough effort into it for the day anyway, he popped open a separate browser. Boredom, and maybe a little bit of nostalgia at the thought of pranking someone made Gabriel's fingers walk their way across the keyboard to an old Google account he helped his little brother set up ages ago, back when they were still on talking terms.

Daddyslittlestangel at Gmail dot com.

Well, obviously, seeing as how he was the one who helped his little brother make the account, he was the one to name it. And it was amusingly fitting if Gabe did say so himself. It wasn't like he was doing anything bad, really. It had been years since Gabriel had left the house without looking back, and by now Castiel was an adult, probably graduated from some

University with a degree under his belt and a steady job. Maybe even a wife and kid. Obviously a professional like that wouldn't still be using such an embarrassing email address. And if he was, he would have at least changed his password by now.

Gabriel scrolled through the inbox, expecting to find one of the old emails he sent Castiel a few years back to be sitting there, unopened. He most definitely didn't expect to find what was sitting there, sent not one day ago to the account.

'Saint Mary High School end of year party! RSVP!'

Gabriel clicked it, thinking it must be some spam sent to a dead account.

Obviously that was not the case.

After three hours of digging, and a lot of laughter, Gabriel had gone through most of his little brother's old mail, hacked into Castiel's iCloud, Facebook, work email, and so much more. Posted a face of himself on his brother's Instagram, which was sadly inactive, and stalked through all of his little brother's posts since he first created a Facebook account. Heck, he was so bored that he even added himself on as a contact in Castiel's iCloud, so if he backed up his phone every night like Gabe suspected the rule following little brat of a brother would, he would randomly find Gabe's number there.

Gabe was really starting to have fun digging up dirt on a brother he hadn't seen in years, but appeared to have grown into a rather attractive young man without his influence. Apparently, Castiel had left home, gone to college, and decided that, despite being bullied in high school, he would use his perfect grades to earn a degree to go back there and help teach the brats that once tormented him. That, or he decided that because they tormented him, it was his time to get a little pay back by ruthlessly drilling Latin into their minds for an hour a day. He was so amused at his little bro's choices in life that he almost completely forgot his previous dilemma until his phone dinged.

He looked down at his phone, a dark frown replacing his nostalgia induced grin. It was another email from Dean Winchester.

Gabriel sighed, and picked up his phone, leaving a Facebook photo up on his computer monitor of Castiel standing rather awkwardly in a sea of graduating high school girls, one of whom looked as though she was grabbing Cas's butt by the strained look of horror he was expressing through a forced grin. He knew there was a reason he made fun of that awkward little geek. He scrolled through the email swiftly. He would decipher what was happening in the picture in a moment.

He reached the end of the email, barely containing his frustration. Man, this dude was a giant dick! Gabriel was literally working as hard and fast as he could here! You can't rush perfection!

All Dean stressed throughout the entire email was that he absolutely needed someone to start right away. He didn't even care about their skill set, stating that they could 'be a brain surgeon for all he cared,' just so long as he had someone to field his calls for a few weeks while Gabe worked on finding someone more permanent.

Gabe paused when he read that, his mind turning it over, objectively thinking through his options. There was Monique, but she wasn't really free for another week. And there was…

A wicked grin warped his features as Gabe's eyes drifted to the photo of Little Castiel grinning awkwardly at him from the monitor. He couldn't stop himself from laughing.

"Blue eyes," he stated with a grin, and jumped at the computer, pulling up old emails and using his contacts to get a hold of college records. Within moments he was composing a resume from what he could find of his little brother's qualifications matching the position.

Five hours later, he sent out his very detailed response.

Hey, buddy!

Looks like I found you your temporary secretary! Sadly, they have a seasonal job, but they should hold you off until I find you something else. Take a look and let me know how you feel about it? It's all I can scrounge up short notice, but hopefully they will do nicely.

Name: Castiel Novak

Hight: 5'11"

Eye color: Blue

Typing speed: 140 wpm

Language skills: has taken four college level courses in Latin and Japanese, and three years of French and Spanish.

Has extensive spreadsheet experience, and is know to work long hours while being under appreciated and under paid.

Administrative experience.

Fields email, and phone calls daily.

Respectful of privacy.

Gabriel had to force himself not to tack on the little tidbit about how he was certain that Little Cas looked good in a dress and heals.

What? He was an older brother. Of course he had his fun playing dress up with the littlest Novak. He had been… what, Eighteen when he convinced Luke to hold their baby brother down while he forced a wig and makeup onto their traumatized little sibling when dad and Michael left them in charge of the house one night. Which would have made Castiel… eleven? Maybe twelve? Hey, people could call Gabriel a great many things, but good big brother was not one of them.

He still looked upon the memory fondly, remembering having Luke pose with the slightly bruised, dress toting, stiletto wearing little Cassie. The look of resigned acceptance on his little brother's face in every one of those photos had made him laugh even harder than when he found his brother burning the photos, and trying to shred the negatives a week later.

It didn't even take Dean an hour to respond.

She sounds perfect! When can she start? And Novak? Is she related in any way to you or your brother Michael? You can understand how that might pose as a problem.

Dean Winchester

Gabriel smirked. Perfect! He couldn't be happier with his father right now for giving his little brother such a authentic name as Castiel. Heck, half of the substitute teachers in school never believed Cas when he raised his hand to that name during morning attendance. They all thought he was joking.

Gabe quickly typed out his response.

Cas is a—

He paused, trying to think how he could describe the relationship they shared without outright admitting it. Because nobody wanted to admit that they had a little sibling that they hadn't seen in years, especially when your older brother worked at a rivaling firm. Something like that coming out definitely wouldn't be good press for Michael. In fact, it would probably be best if Michael not find out about Cas working for a competitor in the first place. He was mad enough when he found out how Gabriel had aided them in hiring a few workers.

—distant relation.

Perfect description of their relationship! He wasn't lying, because Castiel was a relation, and he was very distant considering he lived nearly on the other side of the United States.

He continued typing out his full response.

I am pulling a big favor to get Castiel here, who lives in another state. I will be out a guest room until I find someone more suitable for the position, but I like to make sure all of my clients are well cared for.

Gabriel hit send, buzzing with excitement at the idea of pulling one over on this jerk, even if it was a minor thing. And on the plus side, it would give him a chance to catch up with his little brother for the first time in ages.

His phone buzzed not moment later.

Thank you for your speed and the impeccable service of going above and beyond. This secretary looks like a match made in heaven, and I will be sad to part with her if she is anything like the description you sent me portrays, but I am sure you will find someone even better as a replacement.

Gabriel nearly choked on his own laughter. Now the man was trying to butter him up!? The damage was already done. He already went and ticked Gabe off. No takesy backsys.

The email continued.

I apologize for my rude behavior earlier this week. My old secretary seems to have taken my date book with her on her extended vacation, and I have been scrambling to make up for lost meetings. Thank you for being so understanding. And if you find yourself in need of your guest room any time in the near future, I would be glad to offer one of my own guest rooms for Castiel's use.

Gabriel snorted at the last sentence. "I'm sure you would," he muttered to himself. "You horndog."

Gabriel stretched, pushing away from his computer absently, scratching his stomach and yawning before looking at the time.

He had been up all night messing on the computer, hunting down info to prank a big time lawyer by bating him with his little brother's information.

Was he really that petty?

He shrugged to himself, opening up the refrigerator and pulling out a popsicle.

All the was left was to call Cas and convince him to take the job. Which probably wouldn't be easy, but he had the power of email hacking on his side today. Surely there was some dirt that would make Castiel do anything he wanted.

He returned to his computer with a smile, sitting himself down and taking a few delightful spins in his wonderful swivel chair before getting comfortable, scrolling through a few of the recently deleted emails, eyes landing on a innocent looking message from a Dr. Ellicott.

This looked promising...


Castiel knew he shouldn't have picked up the phone. The moment he saw the impossible name on the cover of his phone- no, the moment he heard the flamboyant ringtone, he knew he should just pretend that he was dead. Playing dead had worked for the past eight years, so a few more unanswered calls wouldn't ruin his already nonexistent familial relations. It was his first day of summer vacation anyway, and he was not going to spend it as Gabriel's source of entertainment like he had for his first fifteen years of life. He did enough of that when he was younger, and he was not about to do that again.

So, despite feeling slightly guilty, he reached out of the warmth of his comforter and pressed the side button, silencing the ringing for the time being.

He furrowed his brows at the phone irritated when he realized that, despite the phone having stopped ringing, the front display was still lit up, and the name 'Gabriel' still flashed across the screen a few more times. Castiel tried to close his eyes, but the light of the electronic screen was too bright to let him lull back to sleep.

He rolled onto his other side, pulling the covers up over his face a little bit, sighing in happy contentment when he found himself slowly fading into a dream.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

And that happy little dream scape was shattered the moment the phone decide that it should inform him, incase he some how forgot within the last ten seconds, that he had missed a call.

Castiel clenched his eyes tighter, trying to hold on to that last strand of sleep before he was forced to wake up for the rest of the day. It took a couple seconds, but eventually he relaxed. All of the feelings of guilt revolving around not picking up a call from one of his practically estranged family members was blocked out as a quiet huff of air pushed its self out between slightly parted lips. It almost sounded like a snore, which may have been brought on by congestion gifted to him by one of the kids that he was forced to handle the day before. The silly girl was obviously sick, but decided she couldn't miss the last day of school and her final chance of the year to prove how much undying devotion she had for her darling "Mr. Novak." Even if that meant getting him sick by leaving an anonymous, germy letter on his desk covered in hearts and snot.

She was honestly one of his better students, which made it all the worse considering he didn't know if she was actually good at Latin, or was only trying in his class because she wanted him to notice her. She was failing in all of her other corse work.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Castiel couldn't hold back the near growl he made when his eyes snapped open and he rolled back over to stare at the offending piece of technology.

'One missed call from Gabriel."

'One new voice message.'

He sleepily reached out for the phone, accidentally knocking it off his bedside table in the process. He considered going after it, but that seemed like too much effort. And he could probably fall back to–

"It was the— HEAT of the Moment~!

Telling me what you–"

In a flurry to get to the phone and make it stop for the fourth time that morning he threw his hand over the edge of the bed, grasping in the direction of the obnoxious sound, and misjudging his reach.

His arms and legs flailed uselessly when he attempted to regain his balance on the edge of the mattress, his torso falling off the bed, head colliding with the floor just inches from where the phone was buzzing innocently.

Castiel twisted himself around and opened his eyes, looking at the phone like it betrayed him worse than Caesar was betrayed by Brutus.

In fact, it was such a good comparison to Castiel's sleep depraved mind (which, honestly, anything sounded agreeable to a sleep deprived Castiel) that he couldn't stop the 'Etu Bruté?' from spilling out of his mouth dramatically.

He kicked lazily at the sheets for a second until they untangled from his legs, letting the rest of his body fall onto the floor, uncomfortably angled against the bed frame.

The phone stopped ringing for a moment and Castiel just stared at the ceiling despondently. He considered for a second if he should call Gabriel back. He hadn't talked to his brother for nearly eight years. In fact, he hadn't talked to any of his family for a very long time. Maybe something terrible had happened? Maybe his dad was sick. Maybe Luke finally picked a fight with the wrong person. What if Michael was in a car accident?

Castiel was interrupted from his dreams— or… nightmares? Yes, definitely nightmares. Because he totally would not be happy to find out if his father was sick. And it would be very upsetting if one of his older brothers met an untimely end. Very upsetting indeed. So upsetting he would be hitting a bottle of champagne in celebra— mourning! Obviously he would be mourning!

Well, anyway, he was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of Gabriel's ring tone going off again by his head again.

So, Castiel reached for it. Because calling once after several years could simply amount to a checkup. Leaving a message was worry. Calling twice consecutively and leaving a message again was a bit panicky. Calling three times? Something was seriously wrong.

Of course, one thing slipped Castiel's sleep fogged mind as he reached for the phone. Maybe it was because of the years he hadn't spent in touch with his brother Gabriel, but he severely overestimated how much actual growing up his brother had done in that time, and misremembered how irritating and child like Gabriel could be if you tried to ignore him. Maybe, if he had thought about it for a moment longer he would have never picked up his phone. Maybe he would have still been sleeping with his phone now turned on silent.

Sadly, Castiel didn't make good choices when he was half awake. Or half asleep, as it were.

"What do you want, Gabriel?" Castiel grumbled, trying to make a comfortable nest on the ground with the comforter. If possible, his voice was even deeper than usual, what, with a slight cold coming on and his over all not being awake coming into play.

The irritating but oh so memorable gale of laughter that met him on the other end of the line made Castiel instantly cringe and regret his decision to answer the phone. Just the sound alone was enough to bring so many bad memories to the forefront of his mind.

"Little Casi! Is that really you?" Gabriel jeered. "Haven't talked to you in a while. Some how, it doesn't surprise me that you became a smoker. You were always the anxious one. How many a day are you going through?"

Castiel bit back a huff of irritation. "I don't smoke. Certainly not after I spent that entire night getting my stomach pumped when I was five because Luke convinced me to eat an entire ash tray of cigarette butts, and definitely not after you 'accidentally' locked me in a closet with a lit bong over night when I was eleven," Castiel grumbled, irritation flaring at the old memories, suddenly remembering why he hadn't been in contact with his brothers in so long.

"There is no way that is your real voice, kiddo," Gabriel laughed, ignoring his brother's passive aggressive state. "Last I talked to you, your voice was all nasally. Now, every time you say something it's like I am watching that shitty batman movie all over again!" There was a slurping sound on the other end of the line, and Castiel realized that Gabriel must still be going through his love affair with candy. And Gabriel was supposed to be eight years older than him?

"I haven't exactly seen nor spoken to you since… my junior year of high school?" Castiel answered back, trying to angle his body enough so he could see the clock above his bed, completely forgetting that he had his phone in his hand. "It's early, and you woke me up. What do you want so bad that forced you to call me thrice? And at," he forced himself onto his knees and looked over at the clock, only to realize he must have unplugged it from the power strip in his fall from the heavenly confines of his bed, "what ever 'o'clock in the morning this is?" He rubbed his eyes.

Gabriel tittered, "What? Can't I just call to check in on my favorite little bro every now and again?"

"I am your only 'little bro,' as you call it." Castiel grumbled back, standing and making his way into the restroom to splash some water on his face. He really needed to wake up if he was going to have a conversation with Gabriel. "Hurry up and tell me who died so I can carry on with my life, if you will."

Gabriel, irritating as ever, actually laughed at that. "Nobody died, silly! Knew Saint Mary's was on summer break, and figured you could use a break from all of that Latin and stuff."

Castiel had a sharp intake of breath just as he went to splash himself, partially soaking his phone, and nearly choking on the water. It took him a moment to recover, and by that time his voice was even more raspy than usual.

"How do you know about that?" He gasped in panic.

There was a confused silence on the other end. "I don't know, batman? Know what?"

"My job?! How do you know where I work? How do you know my phone, for that matter?!" Castiel forced out, pulling his head away from the receiver to look at the contact name. "In fact, how do I even have your contact in my phone?"

"Easy!" Gabriel chirped, "I hacked into your iCloud a bit ago and added my contact. You really need to change your passwords, and maybe get a new email. It's the same one you have had since you were thirteen!"

Castiel took a deep breath to steady himself, and when the room was still spinning after that, he quickly sat down on the toilet, nearly falling in when he remembered that he left the lid up last night. "Gabriel, that isn't normal behavior," Castiel hissed. "That verges on stalking!"

"Come on! Dad use to monitor your internet access all the time," Gabriel argued. "I'm just looking out for you! And it wasn't like you were answering any of my emails. I just wanted to check that you were getting them okay."

Castiel sighed, burying his head in his shaking hand. It could always be worse, he guessed. It could have been Luke or Michael that was hacking into his email and iPhone. Gabriel was the most innocuous of his siblings that he could remember. Perhaps this wasn't the end of the world like he thought it was. "How did you expect I would handle it? I'm not exactly happy with you. When you left… everything fell apart."

Gabriel went silent for a moment. "You make it sound like it was my fault, kid. Michael and Luke had had it out for each other. It would have happened eventually."

Castiel nodded to himself, trying to fight back his irritation. He knew what Gabriel was saying was true, but it still didn't make running away right. Then again, wasn't that exactly what he was doing?

"I guess," Castiel conceded. "It was hell after you left though. Have you talked to either of them recently?"

"I have talked to Michael. I actually do business for him occasionally. He took over dad's firm out here in New York before he retired to God knows where. I am kinda like a corporate head hunter of sorts, which is part of why I called you, actually."

Castiel's brows furrowed again. "What happened to Luke?"

"Don't know. Hopefully where ever he is, there isn't a stick up his butt as big as the one up Michael's. All work and no play makes Michael a dull boy, you know what I mean?"

Castiel frowned. "Not really," he said, trying to figure out if that was a movie reference or something. He knew he heard it before.

"Hm. You will figure it out eventually," Gabriel responded. "I am flying you out here. I have come across a bit of a hiccup, and I am calling in a favor."

"From who?" Castiel asked blankly. Because really, who owed Gabriel anything?

"You, silly! I need a filler secretary for this ass-wad of a firm. Apparently, the first girl I found for them was perfect, but she may or may not have run away with the mail clerk a couple of weeks ago, and they keep on crawling up my ass about it! Not my fault the girl fell in love, is it?"

There was a pause, and Castiel guessed that it was not a rhetorical question after a few moments. "Ummm… no?"

"Exactly!" Gabriel burst out, then took a deep breath.

"I don't know of any secretaries looking for a position, but I will call you if any come to mind," Castiel answered slowly, not liking the direction this was going, and not really knowing why.

"See, that won't work. He is really really picky about who he lets work for him, and honestly, I can find him someone good if he gives me a moment to go through all of my contacts, but until then, he will be out a secretary, and you know how all those big lawyer types are—"

"Not really."

"— their heads are so far up their own asses that they can't wipe their own noses without a secretary. All I need is a temporary secretary. Someone who will be okay with doing a job for just a month or two until I find someone permanent to take their place."

"Just how do I equate into all of this?" Castiel asked slowly.

"Casi, don't play coy! You are the best person I could think of for the position! You are fluent in several languages, you are super organized, and you can type 140 words per min? Perfect! You can take care of that big baby until I find someone better and more permanent, that way I don't have a hot headed lawyer threatening me every single day while I am trying to do my job for my other forty well paying clients."

"I am not a secretary." Castiel stated dumbly.

"Hah! Obviously! You are a teacher during summer break. It's not like you do anything during summer anyway? Right?"

"Actually I—"

"Exactly my point. And the plus side is, you can crash on my couch while you are here! We can catch up and—"

"No, Gabriel."

"—just be bros! Wait, what?"

Castiel tried to calm his nerves. He never was very good at standing up for himself. Especially when it came to his brothers. It always ended badly. "I said no, Gabriel. I have a life. I have lesson plans to form, angry parents to talk to, and field trips to plan. I have not even heard your voice for the longest time since this morning, and you want me to drop everything? For you, of all people?" Castiel swallowed nervously. Gabriel was being eerily silent. He was always the most dangerous when he was quiet. He was a loud person in general, so when he wasn't talking at all, it always set Castiel on edge. But he wouldn't back down. Not on this one. "No."

"Well, this is awkward." Gabriel muttered in a peeved voice.

"I am sorry—"

"Oh, no. Not about that." Gabriel interrupted, his voice had a sharp edge to it that made Castiel wince. "I was just reading a few of your emails."

Castiel felt all of the blood drain from his head. It was hard to breath for a moment, and it felt like someone just passed over his grave. "Gabriel, stop! That is my personal—"

"Your therapist really rambles, doesn't he?"

Castiel was standing now, shaking the phone, and running a nervous hand through his sleep ruffled hair. "Close that email right now!"

"Oh my!" Gabriel crooned. His voice wasn't harsh now that he had Castiel on the edge. It was light, mocking, and if Castiel hadn't known any better, he might have sounded caring. "Remember that little prank I pulled on you when you were thirteen? Apparently I wasn't too far off base, was I?"

"I swear, Gabriel!" Castiel pulled the phone away from his face slightly, glaring at the receiver as if it were the man in question, shaking a threatening fist at it. Not like he would actually do anything if he could. Castiel abhorred violence, but it was starting to sound pretty tempting at the moment. He guessed family could do that to a person. "If you don't shut up right now—"

"Hmm… you are right. This seems pretty serious, and nothing to joke about," Gabriel relented, and Castiel let out the breath he had been holding. Obviously Gabriel wouldn't use that against him, he wasn't that cruel, was he? "Perhaps I should forward it to dad and Michael. I am sure they would love to see how you are holding up after all these years. They must worry about you!"

His heart stopped. His breath was forced from his body so fast that it felt like a physical blow. Castiel was on the verge of tears, and he wasn't sure if it was rage or fear that was causing them. "Fine," he croaked, teeth clenching. "I'll do it."

There was that irritating laughter again. "Knew you would come around to see my way of thinking eventually, lil bro." Gabriel cheered.

"I hate you." Castiel turned, and rested his free hand and head against the wall, pressing his now feverish forehead against the tiles in hopes that it would help him calm down.

It didn't.

"Of course you do! We are family after all. I will text you with the flight confirmation in a bit." Gabriel continued, completely enjoying the sound of defeat in his brother's voice. "For now, get some rest. You sound terrible!"

With that, the line went dead, and Castiel just stood there for a moment, wondering if he could some how convince himself it was all a dream if he fell back asleep.

It didn't really matter anyway. He couldn't fall asleep after that if he tried.


Dean was sitting next to his phone, desperately awaiting Gabriel's response for when his new secretary could start. At this point he really didn't care who it was. For the past week and a half now he had been borrowing his brother's secretary, trying to manage his own meetings, take his own notes, keep an eye on all email correspondents, and answer all calls while juggling his own case load. It was nearly impossible without the help from Meg, and even then his cases were taking a major hit. He couldn't focus enough on the small details of the case with so many other things going on. He was barely able to keep his head above the water.

He knew he shouldn't have taken his frustrations out on Gabriel. It wasn't his fault that the previous secretary ran off. But it was hard not to get angry at someone!

He smiled and looked down at the email again describing his new secretary. She was the jackpot from what it sounded like. Sure, she was a little tall for his tastes, but that was fine. He could handle it if she was a little leggy, especially if she wore short skirts.

And what kind of name was Castiel, anyway? Was she foreign? It sounded exotic, and it was a bit of a mouthful. Maybe she went by Cassie? Dean rather hoped she didn't. He had an ex girlfriend that went by that name, and he didn't like the reminder. He'd probably just call her Cas. If she didn't like it, oh well. He only had her for a couple of months before she went off to her other job… whatever that was.

Hopefully she was as loose as the last secretary. Becky had slept through nearly the entire staff before settling with the mail man, who had been trying to get her attention the entire time. It was a little sad to watch, but she was always game when Dean needed to celebrate a big win, and he was never one to say no to a good time. On top of that, she obviously didn't seem to want a serious relationship with anyone except his brother, who was very much not interested in the somewhat stalkerish woman who had been stealing his pens.

Dean paced over to the window of his luxurious penthouse suite, which happened to consist of the entire sitting room wall facing the sunset. Oh, the memories he had in front of this window. He was on the thirtieth floor, and he could see a good portion of the city from his perch. Thankfully, the city couldn't see him back very well. He often brought his conquests here, including Becky. The view and a glass of whisky would make them putty in his hands.

And this new secretary was only going to be there for a month, maybe two at most? Perfect grounds for a quick hookup with no strings attached.

If she really was verging on six foot, she must have legs for days. Lovely, long legs that would wrap around him perfectly while he pushed her against the glass wall of his suite.

He sighed. He was drunk, and he had just ended a long week, full of tension and pent up frustration. He deserved this. He was owed a bottle of his best scotch. And if the hand that wasn't currently attending the glass of alcohol just happened to find its way to the crotch of his pants, palming what was eagerly waiting there, then so what? This was the first moment of relaxation he had gotten all week.

He imagined what she looked like. His fantasy secretary had long, dark hair that flowed down around her shoulders in slight waves, accentuating her breasts and cleavage. She would have deep, expressive blue eyes that would lose focus when he brought her close, or caught her off guard with something extremely sexy. Maybe she would says something sexy in one of those languages when she was lost in throws of passion. Dean didn't care what she said, just so long as she said it in that sexy, husky voice some women got after being thoroughly kissed.

Dean let out a frustrated grunt when his phone vibrated in his pocket, making him subconsciously thrust at the unexpected stimulus, interrupting him from his fantasy with a response he had been waiting for all night.

Your new secretary will be available to you on Monday, at noon to settle in and learn about the new responsibilities of the job. And please be gentle. Castiel is not a secretary by trade, so there will be a little bit of a learning curve, but I am sure you two will manage.

Dean frowned, and sent out a follow up message without even pausing to think about if it was appropriate or not.

What is Castiel's regular occupation?

Dean waited for the response. He didn't need to wait long. Gabriel emailed him back instantly, quick simple and to the point.

High school Latin teacher. Like I said, a bit of a learning curve, but it's only a temporary fix. It's not ideal, but I'll find someone more suited soon and this should keep you held over till then.

Dean knew that hearing that his new secretary was a school teacher should have upset him. The thought of a 'learning curve' should have worried him.

Should have. But Dean was a little too drunk to think about that part of the equation. All he could see was 'high school teacher,' and his pants began feeling a little tighter. The room began to feel a little warmer.

And then Dean decided that he would retire to his bedroom for the night, with nothing but his imagination, a glass of scotch in one hand, and, before long, his other hand would be wrapped around something else.

Maybe if he played his cards right, his sexy little school teacher/secretary would help him relax next time.

He just hoped she would be able to live up to his expectations. Because he had a lot.


Writer's Note:

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