Week One, Day One

Castiel already wanted to murder Mr Winchester.

Since Cas was, in effect, now Dean's P.A, the model had come to the café at 7am with a list of his dietary needs; which stated Dean Winchester couldn't possible eat "junk food, dairy products, too many carbohydrates on days he wasn't at the gym, sweets or chocolate and that he was allergic to crab . He also had all his 'emergency numbers'; such as his hairdresser, yoga teacher and personal trainer. He was also gifted with a planner so he can write all it down, including Dean's schedule. Cas just frowned, the little voice in the back of his head saying 'It's for your dream job, you're dream job'.

Day three

It was a Monday, and Castiel was sat across from Dean as he lifted weights in a grey tank top and shorts, sweating and looking totally gorgeous, trying his hardest not to drool. Every time he even thought about getting Dean into bed, he said a silent pray in his head and remembered what a dick he could be. Dean had thrown a full strop because he couldn't have a mocha super skinny latte because Gabriel had never heard of it, let alone knew how to make one and Cas told him to just drink some normal coffee. Reading over the schedule, he realised Dean had planned a lot on his Sunday's.

"Dean, I can't work on Sundays." Castiel called over, with a sheepish smile.

"Why not?"

"Because Sunday is the Sabbath day; the Lords day of rest. I also must attend Church on Sunday's with Gabriel."

"Blow it off, I have a photo shoot."

"Which you can go to by yourself."

"Who will bring me water?"

"Why don't you do it yourself!?"

"Why can't you!? You'll have to drop the religious act if you want to keep this job, I can't have you quitting on me because it's some precious 'holy day when the world was magically created in one week'." Cas stood up, slowly walked over to Dean, smiling sultry. Dean grinned, putting the weight down. Castiel smiled up at him, holding on to the hem of Dean's shirt, handing him a bottle of water. The model drank from it, licking his lips as he handed it back. "Have we go a deal cutie?"

"Drop dead." Castiel dumped the content of a water bottle over Dean's head, before turning on his heels and storming out of the gym. Many of the members were now sniggering at Dean, who proceeded to storm out after Cas. "What now?"

"What. Was. That!? You just humiliated me in my own gym! And playing gay to get my attention, is this some evil things you homosexual hating Christians?"

"One, don't you dare insult my religion like that. I may have been raised in the Bible belt with the homosexual haters but I have my own take on my religion. Second, I attend Church every Sunday because it is a way for me to spend time with people in my religion because there are very few in this city and three, I don't play gay, I am gay and it lost me my family so don't act so hard done by. The public will adore you for your bravery for coming out of the closet but if my parents ever found out I would be hated by them. Gabriel is the only family I have left and we go to Church together and Sunday is the only day we have together so could you please stop being such an arrogant, vain, egotistic drama queen for once!? I am going home." Cas didn't even give Dean a chance to say anything more, as he had already jumped into a cab and zoomed away.


Dean lay in his very large bed, in his very large sky-high apartment, in a very large strop.

He had begged and pleaded with Naomi to give Cas the job, and he got repaid by having water dumped over him and being publicly humiliated. By the guy he really wanted to like him. Growling into his pillow, he checked his phone again, in hope Cas had called. He hadn't and Dean wanted to throw something.

"Stupid, cute ass, messy hair, gorgeous angel." Dean muttered, getting up and shuffling into the living room. He curled by the huge bay window that over looked Manhattan, with his cat curled on his lap. "The big mean who is super cute called me vain, arrogant and egotistic. Can you believe that Lucifer?" The black cat just hissed and slumped off, worsening Dean's mood.

"Dean?!" A familiar voice rang though his apartment. "Oh, hey Lucifer. How's a good cat?" Dean's little brother, Sam, appeared in the doorway. He brushed some of his long hair out of his eyes, before frowning at his brother. Sam worked as a lawyer, and was mainly Dean's lawyer meaning he got away with murder most days. "Are you in a strop?"

"Yes."

"I brought you a skinny thingy latte." Sam held up the coffee cup, and Dean grinned, standing up to grab it. "Now, tell me what has got you all worked up? Your hair isn't sweeping to the left?" Dean punched him in the shoulder; going back to his spot on the sofa with his latte hugged close to his chest.

"I met this really cute guy in a coffee shop and he's now writing an article on me and he is just so cute that I just think about him all the time but he hates me cos I made fun of his religion or something like that. I don't know but he is just so cute…" Sam stared at him with a confused expression. "I am feeling all the feels about this guy!"

"We need to get you off of Tumblr." Sam muttered. "Who is this guy?"

"His name is Castiel Novak and he's perf. He wears silly jumpers and has messy hair, he's a total religious nut and that just makes me want to dress up as a priest, get him as a school girl and spank his ass for humiliating me today. He poured water over my head for telling him he had to work on Sunday's!"

"Is he a Christian?" Dean nodded. "Yeah, he can't work on Sunday's."

"I need him to! He's doubling as my P.A.!"

"Well you've lost him for the rest of the week so you'll have to do everything by yourself this week and who are you texting?"

"My agent, Charlie. She's going to cancel all my appointments this week."

"Dean! Come on! What happened to you!? You used to look after me, never let me go hungry, and fend off dad when he was drunk, now look at you! Drinking skinny lattes and having a strict diet. Yes, I know you started doing stripping to feed me, which I am glad you a) did and b) got out of it into the modelling so I could then go to law school, and you have to look good for your job, but you really can't get your own washing and food? You're not the man who raised me anymore Dean. I think he'd actually like you more for doing it yourself and not bugging him at all this week." Dean sighed, putting his Blackberry down.

"Yeah… okay. I will… try."

"Thank you… now, there's a Hunters game one." Dean smiled at his little brother, jumping down to sit next to him. "We're going to kick ass the season!"

"Go Hunters!"


Dean failed on massive proportions.

After not being able to find the right dry cleaners, or where his photo shoot was supposed to be, for the second day in a row, he ended up phoning Charlie, as he wanted to prove to Cas he could do things himself.

Charlie was 5"3 of pure awesome, with the brightest ginger hair and a huge geek complex. She had become Dean's agent when she saw him stripping at the age of 19. She was battling some sexual identity problems, and told Dean 'you made me realise I was a lesbian'. Since then they've been the best of friends, and Dean owed everything to her.

"Charlie help me! I'm lost!" Dean called down the phone, even before she could answer.

"Where the hell have you been!? Do you know how long it took me to organise those shoots!? Where are you!?"

"In the Bronx. I got lost." Charlie started laughing, before sighing. "I'm sorry. I lost my P.A and have a cute wannabe journalist helping me, but I pissed him off and I want to make it up to him by doing my own shit all week. I suck I know."

"Castiel Novak by any chance?" Dean raised an eyebrow, whilst Charlie chuckled to herself. "He phoned me up telling me you missed your appointment yesterday and that he couldn't get in touch with you."

"My phone died."

"He seemed worried about you. I'll be over in half an hour."

"Dean! Where have you been!?" Castiel called, when he appeared in the park, where the shoot was happening. "I have been looking everywhere for you!"

"Miss me?" Dean asked, dressed up in the autumn line of somewhere expensive or something like that. Cas didn't know, he was in his trench coat he'd had for years with his usual jumper on underneath.

"Naomi has been at my neck! She has been blaming me for your disappearance!" Cas screamed, as a women rushed over to powder Dean. "I have been worried."

"I didn't want to bother you, after my stunt and I am sorry and I am hopeless at everything and I need your help."

"Mr Winchester, we need you now." Dean smiled at Cas, before lifting the collar on his jacket, before posing in front of a tree. Cas bit his bottom lip as he watched the shoot, Dean locking eyes with him and grinning in a sultry way. "Love it Dean, keep it up! We want the readers to think you are in love with them, that you want them, keep that look up that is great."

Then it hit Cas.

"That went great Dean!" Charlie called, giving him some coffee. Dean smiled at her, sitting down. "A few more, then do you want to get some dinner or something."

"He can't. He's taking me out for dinner. I expect to be picked up at 7, I'll see you then." Cas announced as he glided past, his hand brushing against Dean as he walked off. Dean happily watched him go, before beaming at Charlie.

"He's hot. I approve. Don't shag and leave this one."

"I won't." Dean was grinning for the rest of the day.