This was something that was floating around within my head. I love reading stories that involve Dean and Castiel. I enjoy the ones where Cas is the dominant one. Why shouldn't the strongest one be the one on top?

A Promise Given

Dean didn't know why he was standing outside the building. He knew he was just asking for trouble. But what could he do. He was honoring his father's dying wish. Protect Sammy no matter what.

He'd been debating this for weeks now. For god's sake he even made a pros and cons list. No matter how many cons outweighed the pros keeping his brother in his life was what matter most. He'd just wish it didn't have to deal with a man named Castiel Novak.

Dean remembered Castiel from high school. He was a grade ahead of him. He was smart and was a little on the weirdish side. You couldn't tell him a punch line to a joke and not expect the head tilt and the constant irrelevant questions that automatically killed anything funny. Dean had interacted with him on a few occasions. Only thing Dean remembered was his deep voice and the tan trench coat that he always wore around school.

No one knew much about Castiel's family, he seemed to like it that way. He always remained to himself and never talked unless he was forced to. Dean always got a weird vibe from him, but still found himself watching him walk by in the hallway or in the lunch room. Something drew him to Castiel like a moth to the flame.

After Castiel graduated high school no one knew what became of him. No one knew if he went to college or went out and got a job. He seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. It wasn't till a few years later that Dean found out why.

Dean was working a late shift at Bobby's garage and salvage yard. He had the television to bring noise into the garage because the radio had been broken for the past couple of days. All of the sudden a breaking news bulletin popped up. Dean didn't much care and continued to work on the car in front of him. But it was the name that the news lady said that got his attention.

Castiel Novak.

Dean knew that Castiel wasn't a common name. Hell he only ever heard it once, from the boy from high school. Dean quickly turned around and stared at the television screen. The picture that was posted was that of the boy he knew of in high school. Except that boy grew into a very impressive man. The same striking blue eyes. The same five o'clock shadow on his jaw.

The news anchor went on to say that Castiel was wanted for question by the police. They didn't give any details as of why, just saying the police saw him as a person of interest.

As time went on Dean learned that Castiel was suspected of working with the Russian mafia. Nothing was ever proven however. Dean didn't care otherwise.

That suspicion though was what brought Dean here. If Castiel worked for the Russian mafia then Dean would need his help. He just hoped that Castiel will go along with it.

Taking a deep breath and building his courage he stepped forward. It took him awhile to find out where Castiel lived but it hadn't been impossible. Now the next great feat was getting into the apartment building. It has high class security, unless you live there you weren't getting into the building. So Dean came up with a plan. Probably not a good one but it's a plan nonetheless.

As Dean reached the front doors and with one last deep breath in and out, opened up the doors and walked inside. The lobby was screaming rich people to him. Tasteful paintings scattered on the wall. Expensive furniture in the middle if the room. Plants placed all over the room to make it look more homely. Dean looked to his left and saw the front desk. Now or never.

He walked forward and leaned against the desk. The man behind it held up one finger indicating that he was talking on the phone. Dean rolled his eyes and took this chance to look around him.

"Can I help you sir?"

Dean looked down. "Um, yes. The names Sean Nugent. I'm one of the city's building inspectors. We've had a complaint about faulty wiring on floor 26. I'm just here to make sure it's up to code."

The man's brow furrowed. "No one has complained anything to me."

Dean smirked. "You know how rich people are. Love to complain and get hard working men in trouble."

"Isn't that the truth. You can go on up. I'm just gonna call the manager to let him know what's going on."

"Sure. No problem."

Dean turned around and walked towards the elevators. It went better than he expected. Now if the manager were to ever question it they would look for him on the 26 floor when he was really heading to the 32 floor.

As the elevator's doors closed behind him he quickly hit the buttons for the 26th floor and the 32nd floor. At least when the front desk sees the elevator go up, they'll see it stop on the 26th floor.

The ride up was the longest Dean had ever endured. He lightly hummed along with the elevator music trying to calm his nerves. He prayed that Castiel would go along with his plan. If he didn't, Dean didn't know what he would do.

As the short amount of time passed, and the doors opened to the 32nd floor, Dean hesitantly walked forward. He continued walking till he came across Castiel's door. Before he could think, he quickly knocked on the door.

Several seconds passed and nothing happened. Dean knocked again and held his ear to the door straining to see if he could hear anything.

Only silence.

Dean looked around him to make sure there was no one around and placed his hand on the knob. There was probably a slim chance of it being unlocked but he had to try it anyways. Sam was counting on him.

As the knob completely turned and the door opened Dean didn't know if Castiel was that trusting of people or if he thought people were that afraid of him. Whatever the reason Dean was just glad that he could get into the apartment.

As he stepped inside, he shut the door quietly behind him. As he tiptoed further into the apartment, his eyes took in the decor. Ancient swords posted on one wall. There was a glass case on the opposite wall that had what Dean would believe to be very old books in it. The more Dean looked around the more he came to the understanding that Castiel collected many things. All these artifacts must have cost a lot of money.

Dean walked towards the glass bookcase and looked at the open books within. The pages that were shown were written in a language that Dean didn't know. But then again Dean didn't know a lot of languages.

"Is there a reason you broke into my apartment or are you just suicidal?"

Dean tensed up and tried to control the fear growing in his body. He knew that deep voice anywheres. Castiel Novak was standing behind him.

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