After about three hours, Dean was convinced that he was introduced to everyone in the office. The first person he met was Benny, the cook down in the company cafeteria. Benny told Dean to never bring a lunch and Dean would hold himself to that. There were Meg and Crowley who worked in distribution. Cole, Arthur, Mick, and Gordon were all regular desk-workers who seemed bothered at Dean's very presence around them. Abaddon and Ruby worked in HR, which Dean probably wouldn't have to deal with at all, but he shouldn't get his hopes up. However, he found it odd that two of the biggest bitches were working in Human Resources since they seemed to be literal demons.

There were higher-ups like Zachariah Adler and Raphael Angelique. He was sure that both of them could ride his ass, even if he didn't technically work for them. Castiel was promoted before they were and they seemed to have a personal vendetta against him. Dean watched closely at the exchange between the three of them; pursed lips and squinted eyes. Yeah, there was definitely something going on here.

"Okay. That's the end of the tour. Any questions?" They have ended up in Castiel's office, Dean's desk right outside the door. Dean took a small while to look around the room. There was a desk in the middle, as you would a typical office would look. He had stacks of paper lining his desk, but nothing that would clutter the space. The computer was in the right corner of the desk, out of sight and out of mind as it would be most the time.

In the corner was a small bookshelf that was stacked full of books and academic journals that Sammy would love to dig through and invest his time into. Large windows were spread across the opposite wall from Dean and it gave him the wide view of the city around him. If he were to press himself against it, he would forever get a fear of heights.

He turned back to Castiel with a flirty smile across his lips. "Not that I can think of, Cas. But thanks for the tour." Castiel's cheeks heated with the use of a nickname.

The pair fell into silence again, leading Dean to walk up to Castiel's desk and slowly run his hand against everything on the surface. Cas felt a tiny twitch in his hand as Dean's hand accidentally moved the pencil holder too far over. The urge to fix his desk overtook him and before he knew it, he was pushing past Dean to sit in his desk chair and rearrange everything into perfect order once again. It wasn't until his pencil cup and everything was perfect that he looked up to meet the stunned look of Dean.

Obviously, there hadn't been communication on this subject yet. And, obviously, there was going to be one soon.

"Should I go?"

"No!" Castiel shot up from his desk, his arms outstretched to prevent Dean from moving. "No, please don't leave. Just give me a moment to calm myself down and we'll have a chat. Please, grab a chair." He sunk back into the black office chair and sighed. Dean slowly sat across from him and stared for a while until Castiel gave him a weak smile.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened?"

"Oh, yes. Of course." Castiel settled himself in the chair, leaning back slightly and crossing his hands over his stomach. "Firstly, I would like to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was severely uncalled for and I would appreciate your forgiveness before I continued on."He looked expectingly at Dean.

Dean's brow furrowed before waving it off and muttering, "Oh… um… yeah. You're forgiven, dude. You don't need to do that. I don't really care."

Castiel nodded. "Great. Secondly, I would like to ask that you never touch anything on this desk once-so-ever. It is put exactly where I want it and only when I say you can, may you place the paperwork on this surface. Otherwise, paperwork goes in that cubby over there." He points in the general direction of a colorful bucket on top of a filing cabinet. Obviously, not somewhere he would care about.

"Lastly, I will explain my behavior for what it is and not what other people want to believe it is. People- especially Mr. Adler and Ms. Angelique- purely believe that I have some sort of superiority complex since I was promoted much earlier before they both were combined. They think that my complex makes it so the people below me cannot touch my stuff because it is "back luck" or whatever they think.

"However, that is not what is happening. I do not believe that any of the people are below me or higher than me. I think that everyone should be on quite an equal level where everyone is treated the same. Of course, not Mr. Roman. He is above everyone, even me. And still, I would not allow my boss to lay a single slimy finger onto this desk, let alone place or taken anything from it.

"The reason I act this way is because of my OCD. You have heard of this disease, I take it?" Dean nodded slowly. "Perfect. This will not interfere at all in our work relationship and I do hope that, if anything were to progress from here, it would not interfere with that either. I do take medication for it- Prozac and what-not- but it doesn't take away the illness altogether. I will not go in depth on how it developed or anything of that nature, I believe that it for an entirely different conversation. Just know that if you move anything from his desk or even touch it, I will know. Questions?"

Dean shook his head.

"Excellent. Shall you go? I'm sure that you have no other work here." He stood from his chair and offered his hand for Dean to shake as he left. "I'm positive that I will be seeing more of you later."

"Dude, Castiel Novak is one of the weirdest people that I've ever met and I'm sure that you are bound to love him."

Sam looked up from his spot in the floor and rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Samantha," Dean scolded playfully. "I know full well that you didn't have any friends and you won't have any friends if you keep yourself locked up in here for all eternity."

Sam crawled up from this spot and groaned as he stretched. "Dean, can you just shut up? I had friends. Just because you didn't see them, doesn't mean they didn't exist."

"Were they on the computer?" Sam's face lit up in a blush. "That's what I thought."

"Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean crossed the room to the kitchen where he opened the ridge to reveal the bareness of the inside. "Dude, what did you eat all day?"

"I ordered out at Charlie's place. I helped her unpack a little bit."

Dean slammed the fridge door shut and turned to his brother. "You didn't think of unpacking your room? You know, the thing you're going to be sleeping in tonight?"

Sam shrugged and sat at one of the seats on the island. "I didn't think about it. Hm… I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be your older brother." Sam gave him one of his signature bitch faces and left the kitchen to probably unpack his room.

A little while later, maybe a few hours, he called out to Sam to tell him he was leaving for the store. He didn't get a shout of approval, but he could guess that Sam heard him. Dean googled the closest supermarket to his apartment and quickly drove through traffic, listening to Siri talk to him simultaneously.

He parked the car in one of the closest spaces that he could find. It was a much bigger market than what he knew in Kansas, but he was sure he could find his way around eventually.

Grabbing a cart, he typed out a text to Sam and asked him what kind of rabbit food he would want for whatever shit he ate at night. He didn't get a text right away so he walked his cart through the rest of the market. Sam typed out a response and he made his way over to the produce.

Dean knew what a cucumber was, Romaine lettuce, and iceberg lettuce, but what the fuck was a spaghetti squash?

When he found everything, he walked over to the register, parking himself behind a long line of people. Looking around, he noticed that the rest of the lines were like this, so there really was no getting out of it now.

A couple of people moved forward. The line seemed to be dragging on as long as he had been there, and all the other lines moved faster. But he didn't want to leave aisle 23 because he was committed now and he wouldn't quit.

"Dean?" A deep voice rumbled from behind him. Dean turned on his heel to face his new boss, Castiel. "Wonderful to see you here!"

"You too, Cas." The two moved forward a few inches before they looked back at each other.

"How did you spend your afternoon?"

"I unpacked a couple of boxes and I talked to my brother for a few minutes before I left to go shopping. We just moved here so we don't have any food."

Castiel nodded. "Great. I'm glad to hear that you're taking care of your brother You obviously are for your family greatly."

"Uh… yeah. Sure."

They were silent for as long as Dean was there. Dean paid and then packed up his stuff before turning back to Castiel and nodding in a silent goodbye before turning back again and making way to his Baby.