Dress for the job you want
Chapter 7: Tempting
By Animeguera


Castiel runs straight into temptation. He can't be faulted, he thinks, he was full of adrenaline and endorphins from him run and he just happens upon Sam's older attractive brother. Dean is just sitting in the bench in the park where he takes his weekend runs. It's almost fate and Castiel laughs at the notion. He's too much of a coward to walk away and he's too excited to stop himself from running towards Dean.

Dean's gaze is focused at this waist and he barely glances up towards Castiel's face as Castiel brakes hard in front of him. "Hello, Dean." Dean finally looks to Castiel's face, his face a bit confused as he squeaks out a greeting. He wasn't sure how to initiate flirtation, so Castiel attempts to move the conversation forward with the only thing they had in common, Sam. "Sam did well on his exam." Dean nodded in agreement. Castiel waited and Dean still contributed no words to this barest excuse of a conversation.

Perhaps Castiel was mistaken in Dean's interest in him. Dean finally spoke. "You should have made it harder." Castiel smiled at Dean's response. It could have been a double entendre and a vague attempt at flirting. Castiel made his leave then, having nothing else to talk about with a man who lied about what he did for a living. He had exhausted his one commonality and he should finish his run before his body cooled down.

Castiel continued his run and he watched a beautiful brunette woman sat down with Dean at the bench. Castiel lost his breath but continued on. Perhaps Dean had lied about more than just his profession, perhaps he had lied about his availability as well.

Dean has met many young kids in his life. He knew how to talk to kids. Sam had always been younger than him. Sammy was also smarter than him, so talking to Sammy had been like talking to someone his age or older. When the auto shop had a few younger children running around because the parent was talking with Bobby, Dean always kneeled down and talk to them about the car he just finished working on. The little smiles and laughter he pulled out of them was worth the bite in his knees. He wished he worked with children sometimes. He remembered the prof's teenager club and smiled in recollection.

This kid, Ben, might be one of the coolest kids he's ever going to meet. Ben likes AC/DC, wears a leather jacket, just like Dean. He tries to remember if he met Lisa earlier in his youth and made this kid with her. She had told him at least twice that no, he wasn't the father of her super amazing kid. He'd have been eighteen years old at that time. Which was a particularly slutty time of his, but only on the weekends.

He hadn't officially met the kid of course. It was mid-December, but Dean did buy the kid a Christmas present. It was just a couple of DVDs that he picked up from the bargain earlier in the week. Lisa hadn't had any expectations but he still enjoyed gift giving during the holidays, especially when he could afford it. He was waiting at the park, Lisa was going to bring her son to meet Dean. It had been two months since their first hookup. Dean was anxious and ready to meet the kid. He was happy to meet him.

He kept looking around, enjoying the fresh air, despite the cold breeze. He saw a few joggers run around. One jogger was running towards him with purpose. It made Dean tense with anticipation and worry. The jogger had a lean toned body and was wearing very tight shorts that made Dean suck in his breath. His gaze was aiming low, so he didn't realize the mess of dark hair and the blue eyes staring down at him in amusement. "Hello, Dean."

Dean looked up and his brain forgot how to process words again. The sweat on Castiel's face was distracting. He managed a quick, "Hi."

His deep voice captured Dean again. "Sam did well on his exam." Dean nodded, it was the right thing to do, but he still had nothing to add to the conversation. He watched Castiel's confused face, his adorable blue eyes shining. Castiel's broad shoulders and trim waist, he wanted Castiel to walk away so he could see his tight ass that Dean knew he would have.

"You should have made it harder." Dean said finally after more than a few seconds of silence than was socially acceptable. Castiel smiled broadly at that.

"Next time, I shall." Castiel finally did step away and Dean appreciated the view and then chastised himself for having the most idiotic conversation with a man who has hot and had double his own intelligence. He finally saw Lisa walking towards him, he was distracted by the flowing of her brown hair in the cold wind.

Castiel watched Dean's gaze focus and her and muttered something. Dean thanked the professor for teaching his brother. He could feel the disappointment radiating from the professor and it made him hope, despite his current relationship with a brunette woman. Lisa looked tiny even in her wool knee length jacket. She was walking alone. Dean glanced around looking for Ben playing around nearby. Castiel jogged away without anymore notice.

Lisa had no expression in her face as she walked up to Dean. "Where's Ben?" Dean asked, holding onto the Christmas wrapped present a little too tightly, wrinkling the paper.

She looked right into Dean's eyes and spoke softly. "I didn't think it would be a good idea for him to meet you." Dean stayed silent. He had been working on his angry outbursts. This was a perfect time to practice. "Since this just a casual thing between us, I don't want Ben to get attached. I mean, it's not serious between us."

That was what made Dean snap. "I am serious about you!" Lisa didn't flinch at his outburst. She had a pitying look on her face, it made Dean cringe. He knew it had to be good to be true that a beautiful woman with a pre-started family would be interested in just a mechanic like him. Not that she knew he didn't own the business he worked at. He figured that was a conversation for later.

"I didn't mean you." Lisa said, attempting to comfort him by patting his shoulder. She sat down next to him on the bench. Her gloved hands in her lap as she waited for Dean to respond.

"Really?" Dean sighed, dropping his head in his hands. His world view shifting just a bit. He had thought he was finally growing up. The gift slowly fell to the cold concrete.

"You are really fun," Lisa smiled sadly, "I've had a lot of fun with you. But I never envisioned this getting serious." She laughed, pushing hair behind her ear. "I'm actually a little scared of it actually."

"You don't even want to try?" Dean asked, looking at Lisa. He sat up straight, not letting this feeling dwell. He couldn't let this feeling dwell much longer.

Lisa shrugged. "Ben's father is getting out on parole. I'm not sure that's a good idea right now." She grabbed Dean's hand. "I have the night off, Ben's at a friends house." She casually ran her hand up Dean's thigh. Dean could barely feel it through his jean and her gloved hand. "Want to have some fun?" She smirked at him. Dean smiled back, Lisa could make him feel enough to make him forget this feeling.

He still gave Lisa the gift as she left his apartment later that night. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss and told him thanks. Her eyes were sad as she took the gift. Dean has seen that look before. He's seen in his own face when he's made a decision that would affect more than his own life. He only hoped it would be better news for the kid.

The next day at work, Dean had kept all his focus on the car he had been assigned. He didn't stop to think. He didn't stop to take a lunch. He had come to work as soon as Lisa had left his apartment earlier that morning. He worked until late into the night. Bobby might've noticed his mood but said nothing, just asking him to close up the shop when he was done being an idjit. Dean had to keep his attention on fixing the next car in line. He had to keep his body working and his mind from wandering. He couldn't risk going home or to a bar and drinking himself stupid. As soon as he had a clear minute, he deleted Lisa's number from his phone. She hadn't said they were broken up, she hadn't said those exact words, but that's exactly what had happened.

If he let himself think, he would think himself into a bad place. He had been doing so good with keeping away from that place. He didn't want to go back. He would do anything to avoid ending up there again. So he worked. He woke up on the cold floor of the shop the next morning, a blanket thrown over him. His body was sore and wrecked from sleeping on the floor. It had been a couple of years since had slept in the shop.

He noticed Bobby standing over him, holding two cups of coffee. He handed one to Dean. "Work as long as you want, son." Bobby walked away without another word. Dean drank his coffee and thought, well as least he was gonna get a bigger paycheck just in time for Christmas.


2/2/2018

-Guera-