Beep. Beep. Beep. "Ugh." Castiel slammed his hand on the alarm clock. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes. Castiel raised his hand, the gleaming sun through the window burned his eyes. Castiel was never a morning person, at least not until he had his coffee. Stretching his arms out he resigned himself as he got out of the bed. After getting dressed and finally getting his coffee he headed out the door to work. Castiel was a reporter. Which meant he went to bed late and rose early. Permanent bags rested under his bright blue eyes. Traffic was at a standstill, there was no way he was going to get to work on time. "Ugh you have to be kidding me." Castiel's old Cadillac sputtered in agreement. He arrived at work a full 15 minutes late. "Good morning Castiel!" Hannah, the receptionist, waved to Castiel as he ran to the elevator, almost spilling his coffee. "Hi Hannah." he rushed into the crowded elevator. Finally making it to his small cubicle, he clocked in and sighed as he collapsed into his chair. "Good morning Cas." His neighbor Balthazar peered over his own cubicle. Balthazar was a little older than Castiel, striking blue eyes shined under dirty blonde hair. Balthazar was fairly handsome, taking home girls half his age almost every weekend. "So Cassy. You look tired." Balthazar grinned. "Busy with boy toys all night?" Cas glared "Shut up Balthazar." Balthazar knew Cas was gay. He didnt care but he liked to tease and flirt with Cas because of it. Cas was pretty sure the entire office thought him and Balthazar were sleeping together. He didnt have any feelings for Balthazar, he found him slightly attractive but that was the extent of it. They were more best friends than anything. "You should listen to this new musician this chick got me into last weekend." Balthazar held his Ipod out to his neighbor. Sighing, Cas took the Ipod and stuck one headphone in his ear. A guitar solo started slow then sped up. it was rock, not generally his style. Suddenly a voice picked up. It was a guy and damn it was beautiful. His voice carried, hanging on every note, a deep voice reverberating through the headphone. "His names Dean Winchester." Balthazar commented. "Hes pretty gorgeous too, dudes arnt generally my style but id bang him." Cas rolled his eyes, handing the Ipod back to Balthazar. Taking the hint Balthazar went back to his seat and Cas began to type, trying to focus on work. The guys voice was beautiful, but Balthazar must be exaggerating. He was the kind of person who would screw anything that walked. He opened his email, there was an unopened email from his boss Naomi "Castiel i need you to come to my office immediately." he sighed "Christ, what have I done now?" his boss had never liked him. She was a very curt, get the job done kind of person. Sometimes he swore she was an emotionless robot.

Castiel reluctantly rose from his desk and made his way to his boss's office. Naomi was sitting at her desk, scribbling away. Cas entered the office and sat in the chair in front of her. A few minutes passed before she finally acknowledged Cas's presence. "Hello Castiel." Naomi stopped scribbling. Cas thought he heard anger in her voice, then again she always sounded angry. "I have an assignment for you." Cas looked up in surprise. "Assignment?" he thought he was being punished for something. "Yes. It's concerning that new musician Dean Winchester." Naomi pushed a file to him. Cas picked it up, casually flipping through it. There was no picture just a few basic details such as his birthday and when his first CD had released. "He's a new musician and very talented. Which is why we want to get the scoop on him before anyone else does." Naomi commented. "Why is there no picture? How am i supposed to find this guy?" Cas continued to flip through the file. "Hes a new face, I've heard he is rather attractive but nobody can seem to find a picture of him, at least not a good one." Cas cocked an eyebrow. "So you want me to get a picture of this guy?" Naomi shook her head. "No i mainly want you to interview him, if you could get a picture that would be wonderful but I mostly need the interview." Cas flipped to the last page of the file, there was a ticket, accompanied by a backstage pass. "Thats how your going to get close to him, even with press passes he refuses to see anyone from the press." Cas picked up the pass, examining it. It wasnt anything special or decorative. Just a basic pass. "When's this concert?" Cas looked up. "Tonight." Naomi answered. That was extremely short notice, Cas didnt like loud places and he just wanted to relax this weekend. "If that's a problem Castiel i can give the assignment to someone else." Her eyes narrowed. Castiel didnt care for concerts but it would get him out of his cubicle for a while. "No ill take the assignment." he stood up, placing the file under his arm. "Good" Naomi nodded "And Castiel." freezing in mid step, he turned around. "Don't disappoint me." She smiled. Cas nodded and headed out the door.

He sat down at his desk and sighed. He was almost thirty years old, he was too old for concerts. Balthazar peeked over his cubicle again. "Heard you went to Naomi's office. You in trouble?" Cas opened the file, then looked up. "I'm to do a report on that musician Dean Winchester." Balthazar groaned. "Aw lucky you Cas, any chance you can score me some tickets?" Cas rolled his eyes, which was becoming a habit around Balthazar. "You got a crush on him now Balthazar?" Cas teased. The blonde man smiled "Maybe Cassy. You jealous?" he grinned. "No" Cas replied curtly. "How do you even know what he looks like? Naomi told me it was impossible to get a picture of him." Balthazar nodded. "It is, but the chick i hooked up with last weekend took a selfie with him, like i said hes hot." Cas sighed "Well i have to go to his concert. TONIGHT." Balthazar patted Cas's dark hair. "Good luck Cassy, dont fall in love with him." Balthazar winked before retreating behind the cubicle. Cas sipped his now cold coffee. "Dammit." he mumbled, he didnt know how he was going to make it through tonight's little research trip.

Work went by unusually fast and before Cas knew it, it was 5:15. "Dammit." he groaned. He was too tired to go tonight but he had to. After arriving at his car, and dropping his keys, twice, Cas finally headed home to get dressed for tonight. The concert wasn't until seven so he had time to get ready. After getting a shower he couldn't decide what to wear. He didn't want to look like a reporter, apparently reporters freaked the guy out. Deciding on an old pair of jeans and button up blue shirt. He looked alright he guessed. He shaved and combed his hair before heading out the door. He arrived at the coliseum where the concert was being held. After a good 20 minutes trying to find a parking spot, Cas entered the lobby of the coliseum. The patrons consisted mostly of giggling women, some accompanied by what Cas assumed were disgruntled boyfriends and husbands. He shoved past a crowd of people to get into the concert hall. The crew was still getting things set up on stage. Cas wasn't exactly short but he couldn't see much over the bustling crow of fans. With much effort he wedged his way to the front. Finally front row he noticed the crew scattering before the lights in the arena went out. The crowed screamed, causing Cas's ears to ring. God he hated loud places. The lights flashed back on. The band members stood still in their designated spots. the lead singer, who Cas could only assume was Dean, was holding the mic his head down. He wore a black shirt adorned with a skull and plaid over shirt and jeans. The bassist started to play the crowd cheered. the bassist was tall, with dark shaggy long hair. The singer opened his mouth as he looked up, his voice began to echo throughout the stadium.

I come over

Quarter past two

Love in my eyes

Blinded by you

Just to get a taste of heaven

I'm on my knees

I can't help it

I'm addicted

But I can't stand the

Pain inflicted

In the morning

You're not holding on to me

His voice was entrancing. Cas couldnt help but stare as the singer danced across the stage. Even though the flashing lights on stage made it hard to see, Cas could still see the mans face. Balthazar was right he was very attractive. His light brown hair was spiked and he had a jawline that could kill. Cas couldn't seem to take his eyes off of him the entire concert. Riddled with sweat, the man seemed to have endless stamina as he ran across the stage, reaching his arm out and grazing his fans hands. He came to Cas and seemed to linger for an extra moment before moving on to the rest of the fans as he ran across the stage. "I must of imagined it." Cas said to himself, it felt like Dean had lingered a stare on Cas but that couldn't be. After the concert was over Cas headed backstage, pushing past a group of giggling girls he spotted Dean walking with his bassist. The bassist towered over dean, he must have been over six feet tall. "That was a pretty awesome show Dean." the tall man commented. "Thanks Sammy, I'm worn out though." Dean rolled his shoulders. A few girls screamed as they passed, security holding them back. Dean winked at the girls, causing one to drop to her knees. Security preoccupied with the screaming girls, didn't notice Cas slip past them. He headed down the hall before spotting a door "Dean Winchester." was written on a piece of paper taped to it. Cas slowly opened the door. Dean was at the mirror in just jeans, rubbing a towel on his head. "Fuck." Cas mumbled quietly. Dean was very fit. Big arms and rippling back muscles flexed as he ran the towel through his hair. "What do you want Sammy? I told you I was tired" Cas jumped, god his voice was sexy. "Stop it Cas!" he scolded himself. He wasn't generally this perverted but there was something about this one guy that took him out of his usual calm state. Dean turned around, Cas froze. "I..um..." cas stuttered, unsure of what to say. Dean smiled, his eyes were a deep emerald color, they seemed to smolder as he looked at Cas. Why was this guy smiling? There's some strange guy in his dressing room and he just smiles at him? "Oh you're not Sam." Dean continued to smile. "Um no...im Castiel." Dean walked toward Cas and grabbed his chin "Hi Cas,sneaking in my dressing room hoping to get a little after show fun or something?" Cas blushed, knocking Dean's hand away. "No." Cas growled. "I'm a reporter, I was told to interview you." Dean chuckled and pulled a beer out of the mini fridge in the corner of the room. "Interview me? I don't talk to reporters man." Dean opened the beer and took a swig. Cas sighed "Why not? Hiding something?" Dean laughed, lips to the bottle. "Not exactly, I'm just a very private person." He sat on the couch, patting the seat beside him. "Come here. Sit down." Cas rolled his eyes "I'm not a groupie, I'm not here to fuck you." Dean leaned back "Maybe that wasn't your intention, but its likely to happen." dean smirked.

God this guy had an ego on him, Cas was a little disappointed that this guy was such a pretentious prick. Dean sighed "Fine ill answer three questions. Thats it." Cas sat down on the couch beside Dean. Dear god he smelled amazing. "Cant you put on a shirt?" Cas's eyes darted away from Dean. Dean smirked, "Why? Is it it bothering you? Getting you all excited?" Cas blushed. "No...its just unprofessional." Dean chuckled. Figuring out Dean wasn't going to comply with his request he moved on. "Are you gay or something?" Dean looked up, long lashes falling over green eyes. "Not generally. Though id make an exception for your sweet little ass." Cas jumped a little. "That's two questions." Dean held up two fingers. "Wait. What? No those wern't the questions i was gonna..." Cas complained. Dean interrupted him, "Too bad, you get one more question." Cas sighed "God why are you such a prick?" Cas groaned. "Because baby you like it. And that's three." Dean got up and threw his beer in the trash. "W-Wait! Thats not fair!" Cas whined. Dean smirked, god he was a smug bastard, Cas thought to himself. "Hey i said i would answer three questions didn't I?" He crossed his arms against his bare chest. "So unless you wanna screw, i have stuff to do." Cas felt his blood boil. This guy was such an asshole. "pretentious rock stars arn't my thing." Cas glared as he got up. "Fuck this, Naomi can be pissed, im leaving." Dean chuckled behind him "Look forward to seeing you again baby." Cas yelled "fuck you you asshole!" before slamming the door behind him. Cas shoved past a group of disgruntled groupies before leaving the coliseum.

"Thats too bad, he was pretty cute for a dude." Dean slipped on a shirt when he heard a knock at the door. It was his bassist and brother Sam. "Hey Dean, who was that guy who came out of your dressing room?" Sam came in and closed the door behind him. "Just some reporter." Dean commented before collapsing on a nearby couch. Sam cocked an eyebrow "I thought you didn't talk to reporters Dean." Dean shrugged "I don't, he snuck in here, i think i pissed him off. Sam sighed "I wouldnt be shocked dean, you can be an asshole." Dean shrugged again. "Oh well, i get the feeling ill see him again anyways." Sam rolled his eyes "Well Gabriel, Chuck and i are going to get a drink. You wanna come?" Dean shook his head. "No Sammy I'm tired." Sam nodded before heading out the door. Dean laid back on the couch "Castiel huh?" He commented before closing his eyes and falling asleep on the couch.

"Asshole!" Cas screamed as he drove down the road. Beautiful or not that guy was a...was a...assbutt..."assbutt?" Cas groaned. The guy had him so frazzled he couldn't even form a proper insult. Now he had to show up to work Monday with no picture and no interview. Fuck that guy he hoped he never saw him again. Cas arrived home a few minutes later, tossing his shirt to the side he collapsed on his bed. His phone rang "What?!" he yelled into it. "Woah woah Cassy, who pissed you off?" it was Balthazar. "Turns out Dean Winchester is a jackass." Cas hissed. "Aw that's a pity, was he as gorgeous as i said he was?" Balthazar asked. Cas groaned "Yes. Which made me hate him even more." Balthazar laughed. "Alright Cassy, try not to fantasize about him too much." Cas growled "Good night Balthazar" he hung up the phone. God Dean was an asshole. If he never saw him again it would be to soon. Cas rolled over, not even bothering to take off his jeans he fell asleep.

thanks for reading :). the song dean sings is called "temporary bliss" by the cab. i love the song so it made it in here lol. im going to be writing this one and another continuing story and i will try to update each as often as i can. reviews appreciated!