Castiel's evening consisted of heating up a microwave meal, sitting in front of his laptop and answering emails from clients. Every now and then he would see a flash of green in his mind and think of Dean, the way he smiled and looked at him with eyes you could get lost in, eyes so green they reminded Castiel of a rainforest. But he was just being friendly he would never reciprocate the same interest Castiel had for him, right?
Of course not with looks like that he probably had ladies swooning all over him, yet Castiel even though he knew he could never be anything to Dean still wanted to know the man and even become friends with him. He could handle that, he had to if he wanted to be in Dean's life. He was slowly becoming attached to the man he meet only hours before and knew absolutely nothing about except his name, favourite drinking establishment and that he lived close by.
Remembering an earlier conversation with the man Castiel opened up a search bar and typed in 'the Roadhouse' immediately he was awarded with the address to the pub/diner that housed Dean as a regular.
Making note to check his work schedule for a day he could get off work early and adventure to the roadhouse, Castiel closed his laptop and wandered upstairs to his bathroom to run a much needed bath to relax before heading to bed.
The bath was wonderful the heat seeped into his muscles and removed the tension they held, it was wonderful. Stepping out of the bath he rapped a towel around his waist and entered his bedroom in search of a pair of boxers for bed.
Relaxing into his plush bed felt like heaven, as Castiel fell into a much needed slumber his dreams consisted of green eyes, a devilish smirk and heated touches.
The alarm on his phone woke him from his fantasy the next morning, signalling another day at the office. With a sigh he stirred from his bed into the bathroom for a shower. His shower took a little longer than normal as he had some 'business' to take care of, his dreams last night had got him a little excited to put it that way. Castiel knew this was not the right way to approach a friendship with Dean but he couldn't help himself, Dean just did something to him.
After his annual black coffee and bowl of frosties Castiel dressed for work and left his house and waited for his taxi to take him to the corporate nightmare he called work. It's not that he didn't enjoy his job, however boring it may seem to some people, Castiel just didn't like his colleagues they were stuck up and always prying for the latest office gossip whether it be who's shagging who to get a better position or who was next to be fired. Castiel never paid any mind to it as always as he slipped into the office that morning.
Hours later a knock on his door startled him from the file he was working on, "come in!" Castiel called glancing back to the spreadsheet in front of him.
" Ah, Castiel just the man I wanted to see" Mr Adler said as he approached Castiel's desk, eyes gleaming with the prospect of having Castiel do him a favour, he really had seen that look too often.
"Yes Mr Adler, what can I do to be of help" Castiel grumbled at the man, already knowing he would be going beyond the call of duty to help out his superior.
"I have some lose ends to meet, so I need you to go to see a client for me and help them out shouldn't be too hard it's just an auto shop business can't be making all that much anyway." Mr Adler spoke as he exited the office not waiting to hear Castiel's response.
