Cas stared at the piece of paper he had written the address on. He bit his lip anxiously, his palms had started sweating already. Courage wasn't one of Castiel's strongest features. The man wasn't a coward, though. He would've run into a burning building without hesitation but talking to people was a nightmare. Castiel would much rather just stand and observe. His so-called "people skills" were "rusty".

The suit Cas wore was starting to become heavy from the rain. The light beige overcoat became littered with tiny dark spots. He let out a light huff and shook the droplets off his sleeves. He wanted to dress professionally no matter how much he hated being in a suit. His favourite overcoat lessened his self-cautiousness. Maybe he shouldn't have come. The flickering lights in the windows gave Castiel an uneasy feeling. Perhaps, the fact that he'll actually have to talk to people made his gut churn. And from the lights, it seemed that there were a lot of people.

I should've taken an umbrella, Castiel thought to himself before pressing the buzzer button. He stared at the pale grey sky squinting his eyes. The weather changed so suddenly, the man didn't know how to react. A bright neon blue streak split the sky in two. The dark-haired man flinched, his eyes closed on themselves.

The man chuckled and shook his head. The lightning rolled down the sky, further away from the area Cas was standing in.

"Hello?" Castiel leaned forward to the speaker "I'm here for the job."

A silent crackling noise emitted from the small speaker. Castiel leaned forward even more not wanting to miss a word. He put his palm over his eyes, shielding them from wind and rain.

"Castiel, right? " a familiar masculine voice spoke

"We talked on the phone. "

"I'll unlock the gate for you. " a loud beep from the gate followed after

The speaker box was silent. The ocean-eyed man looked around curiously. He stared at the gap with hazy eyes.

"Don't just stand in the rain, come in."

Castiel shook his head to get out of the haze his mind got him into. The metal gate creaked quietly as his fingers softly pushed them open. A sudden rush of anxiety shook his whole body and the man developed an urge to slam the gate shut and run home. He inhaled sharply through his gritted teeth and continued forward.

His steps were shaky but confident. There was nothing to be afraid of, the man tried to tell himself that. Castiel chanted encouraging words in his head over and over again till he felt a little bit better about himself.

The blue-eyed man approached the broad wooden door and it opened before he could even reach for it. He blinked rapidly, confused. He curled his fingers into two sweaty fists.

"Come on in." a tall man with a bright smile greeted Cas

The dark-haired male gave the green-eyed man a weak nod and stepped inside. He cringed at the sight of muddy imprints on the wooden floor.

"Eh, that's alright. " the man ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair "We have maids. I'm Sam, by the way. "

"Nice to meet you." Castiel hesitantly shook Sam's hand

"Come, I'll introduce you to my brother. " the plaid-wearing man gestured with his hand

"Your...Brother..." Castiel trailed off

The man thought that he was going to guard the taller male but once again Castiel was wrong. Sam gestured Castiel to follow him and the blue-haired man was lead through a dark hall. The whole house was silent and calm, well, the first floor at least. It seemed that the second floor was where the party was located. Castiel fixed his tie nervously, he wasn't good with people, it was obvious. The sweaty palms and shifty eyes gave that away.

Sam opened the heavy wooden door and suddenly a wave of noise hit Castiel in the face. The man flinched, his eardrums were unpleasantly surprised. Half a second ago the music was just a muffled mix of sound. Damn, that room has great isolation, the man thought to himself before stepping into the room.

Sam disappeared into the crowd of people, Castiel had to follow the man but it was quite hard when half-drunk to death people were rubbing all over him. Castiel got shoved into a crowd of drunken girls who proceeded to rub their plastic body parts all over him. Castiel held his hands up defensively, not wanting to touch anyone by accident because that would've been awkward. Soon, poor Cas' face was in someone's cleavage. As much as Castiel respected women he didn't particularly enjoy their company. It was nice to talk to them and get to know each other better until they started stripping and doing all sorts of weird acrobatic(?) stuff. Cas didn't understand that dance move, he just tried to squeeze through.

"Dance with me." a drunk blonde grabbed Cas by the tie

"M-ma'am. " Castiel stuttered "Ma'am I do not want to d- Please don't touch me there!"

The man quickly dodged the woman and squeezed through people. They were all sweaty, the moving bodies reminded Castiel of old cooked spaghetti that got wet somehow. Kinda stiff but also bendy, flopping all over the place.

Castiel got out of the crowd and almost fell face first on the floor. He regained his balance gracefully and straightened his posture. Sam was standing behind a man who was sitting in a red leather chaise lounge. The man had a hazy look on his face, a beer rested in his palm, Castiel assumed that the man was drunk or at least tipsy. The man's green eyes sparkled unnaturally. He cracked a smile, his teeth were so perfect, Castiel felt like turning green from jealousy.

"This is Dean." Sam gestured "Dean this is-"

"Took ya long enough." Dean smirked and threw a subtle wink Castiel's way

"He's here for-" Sam started

"Yeah, I know." Dean cut his brother off

"Hello." Castiel said lowly, he didn't know how to introduce himself to people

Dean gave the man a weak nod and placed his beer bottle on the table. Sam nodded at Castiel and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people. Even if the room was filled with people suddenly Castiel felt like there's only him and Dean there. Castiel's anxiety kicked in again.

The man flashed Cas another one of his signature pearl-white smiles and suddenly Cas felt his body fly forward. He gasped out loud, the sudden motion made him trip and Castiel stumbled forward, right into Dean's lap. The man smiled devilishly, his fingers were still gripping Castiel's tie.

"I paid good money for this so you better do your job." Dean said lowly and bit his lip

Castiel stared at the man utterly confused, not sure what the green-eyed man was talking about.

"I'm here for the-"

"I know, sweetheart." Dean licked his lips "I know."

Castiel shifted uncomfortably, his body was in a deep shock, he didn't know if he should move or stay. Dean was still holding onto his tie. Dean smirked again, his emerald eyes flickered with a naughty intention. Castiel almost jumped out of his own skin feeling the man's rough hand dangerously close to his butt.

"I think there was a misunderstanding." Castiel gulped audibly

"Mhm, was there now?"

"Y...Yes." Castiel felt his whole face heat up

"You're the stripper, right?" Dean cocked his eyebrow

Castiel shook his head and the light in Dean's eyes died instantly. His mouth fell agape, the grip on Castiel's tie loosened up.

"I'm-" Castiel breathed out, his heart was about to burst out his throat

"You're the-" Dean slowly pushed Castiel away "You're the bodyguard, aren't you?"

"Yes." Castiel stood up and fixed his royal-blue tie

Dean nodded lightly, he had a smile curving his lips but it was only a mask hiding the pain behind his eyes. Castiel was screaming internally himself. Dean sat up more comfortably, he rubbed his thighs nervously.

"Well, isn't this a tad awkward?"

The man let out an empty chuckle but when he saw that Cas wasn't smiling he cleared his throat and Dean's face became serious.

"You're the bodyguard." Dean stated

"It appears so."

"You're the bodyguard?" Dean raised his eyebrows

"Y-yes."

"You?" Dean cackled

Castiel pursed his lips in annoyance. Yes he was short and yes he didn't look intimidating but dear god, he could kick anyone's ass, especially if they were self-centred pretty-boy rich bastards who thought that they ruled the world. Dean was exactly the type of guy Castiel hated. Cocky grin? Check. Douchy attitude? Check. Pretty long-eyelash-plump-rosy-lip-sculpted-by-greek-gods face? Check, check and check. Castiel was not bad himself but, my god, what was Dean made out of? Plastic? Clay? Who sculpted him? And who thought that it was a good idea to let him walk loosely on the face of the earth? He was a menace to all boys and girls. A man with that face and a wallet that thick was surely a heartbreaker.

"Okay, princess, why don't you make yourself useful and bring me a couple of beers?" Dean winked at Cas and sat back with his hands behind his head

"I'm not-" Castiel furrowed his brows "Do I look like a maiden to you?"

"Do you... Want to... look like a maiden?" Dean blurted out

Castiel let out an annoyed sigh and turned around. He shoved the people out of the way as he made his way to the small bar.

"This is gonna be so much fun." Castiel murmured to himself sarcastically before grabbing two bottles of beer to his new boss