Chapter 3
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Hell. That's where he had to be, there was no other explanation.
Dean knew he had to hurry to greet some heavy stock market players in their couture costumes.
He knew that they were waiting in the lobby and that he had to bring them back to the office with all the reverance possible, since taking an elevator on their own seemed like too much of a task. His boss had nagged him for two endless days about this meeting.
Of course, he was already conscious of its importance since he had spent all his free time on the presentation for these men.
He knew that his future in the field might be decided today but when on the same day he saw an incredibly dorky man enter the elevator while he was on his way down, he lost focus completely. It had been two atrocious days at work but he hadn't stop thinking of the man since they crossed path.
He was making lists in his head of what his name might be, what he might do in life (secretly hoping that it involved being in the same building as him everyday), what body hid under that beautiful suit and what he might look like after sex. Needless to say, his imagination was escalating quickly and it was getting creepy.
He found himself making sketches of the guy on his notepad, discreetly asking his colleagues if they fell on a blue eyed man with black messy hair around and if they knew him, longing for a chance to see him again. All he wanted was to wait in the elevator like a lost puppy for the man to show up again.
He hadn't felt this way in...never actually.
Dean Winchester did not fall easily for someone, it was a long time work.
Most of the time he was way too afraid of getting hurt, of putting himself out there to usually take the risk to.
He did not look for love or anything more than an easy one night stand, but there was something about that man that shook him up.
He felt his heart beating faster at his awkward smile and vivid cerulean eyes and all his senses were throwing a party without his consent at the second where he saw him.
He grabbed a coffee with his brother Sam just a day after falling on Blue Eyes and accidently dropped his notebook, which flew opened and revealed numerous drawings.
Sam's jaw dropped and he grabbed it before Dean could even protest, examining every single page and item.
Dean was at that point so embarrassed that he thought about sneaking out without a word through the toilet's windows like in a movie but he knew better.
That would never stop his brother from finding him and asking him even more questions.
"Dean, this is amazing! I mean, I had no idea you started drawing again. I haven't seen you sketch anything since Dad died, I was scared you had give it up for good." Sam exclaimed, amazed.
"Okay Samantha, don't get all emotional on me. I had, or at least I thought that I did but let's say that I stumbled on something inspiring these days." said Dean, trying to act as detached from the situation as possible. He knew he failed when he saw his brother grin from ear to ear.
"Oh really? Would that have anything to do with the top model featured in every singled piece?" he teased with a growing interest. Dean flushed a little, making him grin even more.
"It's not what you think it is, it's just a random guy I saw in the elevator at work. I drew him because his face had nice proportions." Dean grunted but Sam just bursted into laughter.
" 'His face had nice proportions' , Dean Winchester's emotionally handicapped version of 'He is hot and I might have a crush on him'. Dude, hiding what you feel is way more tiring than just expressing it. You like a guy you saw in the elevator, so what? If he inspires you to draw again then there must be something special about him, so don't be a moron and do everything you can to reach out to him." Sam said with a more affectionate smile.
"Yeah okay he's hot and he might be the most intriguing person I've seen in a while, happy now? I'm already dying to see the guy again but Alastair is killing me with all the work. So no need for the life changing motivational speech, I'm already in way over my head!" exclaimed Dean, suddently feeling like he said way too much when Sam whistled playfully.
"Now that's unexpected for you! Would you look at that, tough guy finally accepted that he is in fact a big softie on the inside!" teased Sam.
Dean then got up and mumbled something about having to go back to work and that his brother should shut his face before running out.
He had found his boss sitting in his chair, staring at a small sketch he had made on his post-it block.
"Well, well, well, if you spent as much time working on the presentation I asked from you as on this I would be a very happy man." coldly declared Alastair.
Dean ignored the comment and looked at the pile of papers and knew that he had a long day ahead of him. He still had some research to do and now this.
"It will be done with it by the end of the day Sir." answered Dean on the same tone.
"While you're at it, finish filling this paperwork for me would you? My hands are getting cramped from all this toturous work." said his superior while getting back up with a smirk.
Dean clenched his teeth but nodded, he knew that there was no point arguing. For some reason, the man was already spending half of his life whispering threats in Dean's ear. He really didn't want to find out how much worse he could get. So he worked again and again without a break, without a complain, keeping the image of the angel he had seen the day before as comfort.
When he finally finished his tasks late that evening, he wanted to scream from joy. He quickly put it on a disk to bring it to Alastair and finally ran back home to have so peace and quiet.
The next day was probably worse, his boss making him rewrite a big part of his work and coming to check on his progress every 15 minutes.
Dean felt like he was a primary school student bullied by his teacher and he felt like he was going to implode.
He couldn't look up from his laptop without being shouted out, he couldn't get up without being up for interrogation first.
He really started to think that this was what hell looked like. A sadistic asshole playing with his mind while all his colleagues laughed and gossiped like insatiable hyenas.
He needed to escape from this place, all he wanted was for the blue eyed angel to rise him from perdition.
When he was finally allowed to leave after the whole building was deserted, he thought that the following day might be his chance to prove what he was made of.
All of this leading back to the one problem that occurred when the day actually came.
He was ready for battle when he had seen the man and recognized him right away by his low seductive voice.
He had been waiting for this for what felt like an eternity and of course, it had to be now.
He knew he should have been professional and ignored the man until a better occasion, but would there be any? He couldn't stop himself from laughing lightly at how awkward the guy was and teasing him was just too tempting. That was of course until he almost fell again and Dean found his body being pressed against the other man's.
He could feel his sides under his fingertips, his nose was dangerously close to his neck and most of all, his perfectly round ass was pressed against his crotch.
He had to do something before he found himself with a bigger problem , also in that region, that would definitely put him in more than one awkward position.
He kept asking the man if he could help but he didn't seem responsive and he was extremly tempted to nibble and lick that neck to see if that would provoke a reaction. Fortunately, or not, he got a reaction before that happened and found himself offering to help him to the archives.
His crucial meeting was quite forgotten and when the thought tried to make its way back he just convinced himself that he was early either way and had plenty of time.
He was so engulfed in the other man's presence that he barely noticed people's comments during their encounter.
All he knew was that his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he managed to catch the guy's name.
He could finally put a name on this face and that was the best feeling ever. Castiel, what an odd name. But somehow it suited him.
He never thought that he would have a normal name anyway, he deserved something original and unique.
He ended up watching him get all flustered at his red haired friend's comments and that was a true delight.
He couldn't help but feel very proud and happy when he heard that Castiel had been wondering about him as much as he did.
So maybe he had a chance, maybe something could happen between them. The thought gave him more courage and hope than he had expercienced in a long time.
He had to try something, anything. His mind was in a rush while he was following Blue eyes back to the elevator.
They were almost holding hands and his breath was already getting caught in his throat.
When they stopped and looked at each other he knew, he knew that Castiel was feeling the same way as he did.
He saw him slowly leaning in and time seemed to stop. But before he could understand what happened, he had found himself against the elevator's wall with soft lips embracing his own. His mind and body felt like it was on fire, he was craving for more while putting his hands on the man's hips.
How could anything matter right now when he had him in his arms, so willing and demanding. He wanted more, he needed more.
He was brutally taken out of his trance when people started to come in and Castiel pulled away.
Even if it was just a little, he was already missing him and was craving to touch him 's when his phone rang and when he looked at the screen he knew that he was in trouble. He apologized to Castiel before picking it up and hearing his superior shout in his hear.
He messed up but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry about it. If that was the prize to pay for what he just experienced, he would gladly deal with it.
The doors open and he saw Alastair, staring at him with pure fury in his eyes.
"You're coming with me, right now." he heard him say, so he did even if his heart was telling him not to. He just wanted more time but knew that there was no way he could get it now.
He still managed to turn his head back to the elevator and mutter something to Castiel that was looking at him go with disappointment.
"I'll see you around angel, be sure about it." he said with a loving smile.
And he meant it. There was no turning back. He would find him again even if he had to move his bed in that goddamn elevator and live in it until the man showed up. At least he would already have a bed ready this time.
His thoughts were cut short by Alastair burying his nails in the back of his neck, a light pain hit him but he did not show anything.
"Oh Winchester, you have no idea in how much trouble you're in. Forget about your life, you're my bitch now since you don't seem to be able to do anything by yourself. Forget about your presentation, I will do it myself. You will set up everything for me and give me your notes. Hopefully I know how much of a screw-up you are and I prepared myself for this situation. You should be thanking me that your ass is not out the door already." he whispered in Dean's ear.
Dean was holding back the urge to take a swing at the man, he had it coming for a very long time after all but he needed this job. And most importantly right now, he needed the access to this building...and its elevator. That's why he clenched his jaw once again, calling upon all the self control that he had and just stood by while his boss walked to two men and a woman with a reverance he would never have imagined him capable of. He shook their hands and introduced himself before making a sign for Dean to join them.
"Mister Roman, Mister Novak, Miss Shurley, this is Dean Winchester. If you need anything, please let him know and he will make sure you get it. We let him help out on our deals usually but don't expect too much from him. In the end his biggest talent is to make coffee and bring snacks." said Alastair with a big smile. Dean put his best fake smile while they were all laughing at the joke and shook their hands.
"If you would follow me lady and gentlemen, the office is all set for us." Dean said while making a sign for them to enter the elevator. He looked at his watch descreetly to see how long he had made them wait. He felt his face turn white when he realized that he wasn't late, not at all. His boss was just early. They had just arrived when Alastair and he went to meet them. He was getting punished for absolutely no reason. He wanted to scream and hurt the man for putting him through this but he knew that he had no leverage. He wouldn't be able to get out of this situation, Alastair had all the power. He could only wait for the storm to pass.
They all sat in the conference room and Dean watched Alastair do his presentation, not even half as good as he could have had, while he was serving everyone water or coffee.
Saying that he felt frustrated was an understatement, he was by now a ball of rage.
He had to leave Castiel hanging once again and be belittled just for this man's entertainment. Dean swore to himself that one day he would pay for it. He would be the one at his mercy.
In the meantime, he found Chuck Novak quite interesting even if he seemed to like having everything his way but Ms. Shurley had spent way too much time hitting on him for his taste. Asking him to call her Amara, holding his hand back when he was handing her a cup of tea until he felt extremly uncomfortable.
And then there was Dick Roman. He thought that the man was carrying his name just right.
He was surprised that he hadn't already exchanged friendship bracelets with his boss.
They promised to return soon with assistants from their companies to discuss the project forward and take the next step.
At least they seemed enthusiastic when Dean waved them goodbye from the building's entrance.
He sighed and lit up a cigarette when he heard his phone ring in his pocket. Of course Alastair wanted him back to the office right now.
It had been a rough night, that's the least he could say.
His boss made his overlook months worth of accounting, knowing that the books had already been checked and approved but keeping himself from mentioning that fact.
Dean had the worst headache possible and looked like he felt, like crap.
It was 7 in the morning when he decided to take a well deserved break while his colleagues started to arrive.
He had just enough time to get some coffee running when Meg put a hand on his shoulder.
"Damn Winchester, you look like shit!" she exclaimed with a big smile on her face.
"Thanks Meg, it's always a pleasure to hear your flattery this early. What are you even doing here already?" said Dean while raising an eyebrow. The girl was special that's for sure but he trusted her, she had put herself on the line for him more than once and never expected anything in return. It sure was good to have a friend in there.
"You know what they say, evil never sleeps! About that, please tell me you've been naughty and spent the night with the elevator's angel so at least I can stop feeling sorry for you!" she grinned.
"I wish, I got closer to it yesterday. I met him in the elevator and well, things heated up a little but Alastair quickly ruined my fun as usual. And I found myself doing accounting for spending more time kissing than caring about stock market." he laughed while scratching the back of his neck.
Meg laughed and punched him in the shoulder lightly.
"That's my boy! At least was it worth the punsihment?" she asked
"You bet it was..." he answered looking into space.
"Well well well, looks like someone has it bad!" smiled Meg.
"Winchester, in my office now!" shouted a voice that they both recognized as their boss'
Dean grunted and gave a sad look at his now ready coffee.
What was it now, did the toilets needed cleaning? Did he needed his car washed?
Meg gave him a sympathetic look and told him that he should hurry not to be in more trouble than he already was. So he did.
At the second he approached the door, Alastair said "You will come with me to Aurae Inc. to meet with Mr. Novak again and discuss the possibility of offering our services to some of their clients. Go clean up and meet me at the door in 5 minutes."
Dean hurried to the bathroom and tried to make himself presentable. If he did this right maybe he could discuss the possibility of leaving work earlier today, or just of leaving it at all.
He managed to be on time and in the elevator with his boss, trying his best not to say anything to stupid just to fill that awkward silence. That was until he jumped, feeling a hand firmly placed on his ass. He turned around to give the person an earful when he fell into two big blue eyes and a wide smile. His smile also became instantly bigger when Alastair pulled his arm.
"What are you staring at? Stop being so rude and act like a professional for once."
Dean gave him a dark look but turned around with regret. But it didn't mean that he couldn't play, he just had to be sneaky...and that's something he happened to be really good at.
He slowly creeped his hand behind his back and grabbed the trenchcoat Castiel was wearing on this rainy morning to pull him against his back.
He smiled to himself when the man understood his gesture and came as close as he could right away.
Dean bit his lip lightly and started to run his fingers over Castiel's abdomen, feeling how muscular it was.
He then proceeded to let it wander further down, brushing the fabric of his pants just under his belt.
He heard Castiel's breath hitch and his trenchcoat fold while he was bringing it forward to cover himself more and Dean's hand.
Taking advantage of it, Dean's fingers started going down along the base of his cock up and down. He stopped in his tracks when Alastair turned his head towards him, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What is up with you, you might not have slept well but get a hold of yourself! You look all flustured. Please tell me you're not getting sick, I cannot have this now."
"No Sir I'm fine, I just lack some sleep as you said it. I won't cause further troubles" Dean answered, his voice deeper than usual.
When the man nodded and turned his head back, he started moving his hand again and pushed his ass back just a little so he could grind it extremly slowly against Castiel's crotch and no one but them would notice. As he did, Castiel seemed to choke and he wanted to laugh but stopped himself.
He was enjoying this way more than he would admit, thank God he came along.
"We go down on the next floor, be ready" said his boss.
Dean nodded but felt sad that this was already over. Why couldn't their offices be higher?
He squeezed Castiel's hand to let the man know that he did not want to leave him and thought about all the most horrible things he could to kill his growing erection. He then followed the movement when the doors opened.
The offices of the insurance company were beautiful and full of light, nothing like the dark hell hole full of artificial yellow lights they were working in. Mr. Novak came forward right away, shaking their hands.
"Alastair, Dean, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon. Here are some of my employees that I would like you to meet, Gabriel, Anna and Michael. They also happen to be my children so don't be surprised if they start arguing with one another like troublesome siblings. We are still waiting for one of my sons that his late. Again. But we can start without him." said Chuck with a smile.
"It's alright Father, I'm here." said a voice that was way too familiar to Dean.
He froze, no it couldn't be.
"About time. Gentlemen, this is Castiel and he will be a big part of this cooperation so I hope you will get to know each other well."
They were now standing face to face with round eyes and mouths slightly agape. Blue eyes meeting green ones in disbelief.
"Well, shit." whispered Dean to himself.
