"Uhh" Balthazar stalled.

"Let me guess; this is about Dean-o, isn't it?" He said while crossing his arms over his chest and making a pout face.

Castiel sighed deeply, it was not the time for Balthazar to mock him. This was a serious issue they have at hand. He gestured towards the two employees to go back to work and they left abruptly, closing the door when they left.

He put down the pen and pushed his chair back to stand. "Balthazar, I'm going down." He stated firmly walking towards the door.

Balthazar suddenly grabbed Castiel's arm, stopping him in the process. He looked at his friend straight in the eyes. "Cassie.. " he trailed off.

Castiel pursed his lips and finally looked at Balthazar in the eyes. "Balth, I don't want this company to die. We worked so hard for the Garrison and then this Winchester will take everything we worked hard on just like that. It's not acceptable." He said. "but Cassie, must you make a scene?" he asked, with concern in his eyes. "Don't worry Balth. I'll only be talking to him. Civility must be of import when you're carrying an image of import." Castiel said with a slight smile.

Balthazar let him go with that statement and watched his best friend as he turned towards the elevators and disappeared. He knew Cas was angry, he just hope he doesn't do anything stupid like end up in the hospital-again.

Now that was an interesting story. About two years ago, Castiel Novak, the CEO of The Garrison Advertising Inc. was going back to his car after shopping for groceries. And at about two minutes later he found himself pressed up against a cold, dirty wall with a knife to his neck. He was getting robbed.

"Hello, Mr. Novak." oh- he wasn't getting robbed, this man knew him, apparently. "It's dangerous to walk alone at night, don't you know?" the man said with his nasally voice.. Nasally. Oh. OH. There was only one employee with that kind of rancid voice.

"Alastair." Castiel said while gritting his teeth. The Man was shocked, his eyes grew wider as he realized he was exposed and caught red-handed. Alastair must have panicked after that because the next thing he did was stab Castiel's side just below the rib cage. Castiel held his gaze as Alastair started to realize what he did and when the pain was too much he screamed as loud as he could to distract himself.

Alastair was long gone when the store employees arrived and rushed Castiel to the hospital. He was lucky that the knife did not hit a vein or any organ for that matter. He missed it by a mere millimeter.

A few days after confinement and surgery, he filed a case and authorities put Alastair and another employee in jail.

Castiel pressed the 25th floor and the elevator closed.

It started to play it's music after a while. It was a plain operatic music like any other elevator music you can hear in those cliched movies.

Ding! 'Twenty-eighth floor' the elevator recording uttered.

Another passenger went in. And pressed the 27th floor.

The music later ensued.

Ding! 'Twenty-seventh floor' the recording stated.

His company left swiftly and two more went in. They pressed the 25th floor.

Castiel rolled his eyes, this was taking too long.

Ding! 'Twenty-sixth floor' it said.

Another came in, not pressing any button.

Ding! 'Twenty-fifth floor' it finally, finally said.

Castiel was last to go out. This is it, he was going to go in there and have a long chat with Dean Winchester and ask him nicely to drop the charges and tell him this is only a misunderstanding and that h-

Oof! Castiel gasped as he clashed with a person. He was so preoccupied he didn't even realize where he was walking. He stumbled backwards and was about to trip loosing his footing when there were hands on his shoulders catching him.

"Woah there! Careful!" The man said. Castiel looked up to see who caught him and his mouth fell open as he tried to speak. All he could muster up was a broken stutter. Then he realized he was staring at green eyes, freckled nose and pursed lips. He also realized that he was still not letting go of his shoulders.

Castiel cleared his throat. And Dean let go immediately.

"Dean." He said gruffly.

"Cas." he answered.