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CHAPTER EIGHT

Becky sat at her desk, her fingers moving over the keyboard of her computer. That morning she'd taken the stairs, there was no way she was getting in an elevator ever again, not after yesterday's disaster. The only good thing that had happened during that ordeal was that Sam Winchester had smiled at her, an honest to goodness smile, just for her. That was the kind of thing she'd dreamt about.

In fact her dream last night had taken that single moment, trapped in an elevator with him to the most erotic and wonderful conclusion she could ever had imagined. Problem was now she had to live in the real world where the was a very good possibility that she'd bump into him again. - Nuh, who was she kidding, yesterday was a fluke.

"Becky?"

She looked up at her floor manager, Missouri Mosley.

"Becky, I need you to take these files up to legal."

"What?" Becky stared wide eyed at the imposing black woman. "I - Can't someone else."

Missouri frowned. "Is there something wrong?"

Becky swallowed and shook her head.

"Good." she held out the files. "Here you go."

Becky reluctantly took them from her and made her way to the lift, absentmindedly. Just because she was going up to legal, didn't mean she was going to see Sam. She'd just hand the file over to the first assistant she found and flee like a hell hound was on her heels.

And as per usual, fate wanted to screw with her day, as she stepped out of the lift and crashed straight into Sam, dropping the files at his feet.

"Holy crap, sorry." she said, not looking up.

"Becky?"

She froze at the sound of her name, of Sam's voice saying her name. Her gaze rose slowly, rising up until she met his bright warm hazel eyes and her mouth fell open.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked. "Becky?"

"Uh, Erm…Fine." she squeaked, dropping to her knees to collect the files.

Sam joined her on the floor. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be getting into an elevator so soon." he smiled softly.

"Oh.." she gasped, looking over her shoulder at the still open doors. She hadn't even realised she'd gotten in the thing. "…back on the horse and all that." she mumbled.

"Well I'm glad to see there was no lasting damage."

The pair got to their feet and the doors closed behind Becky, cutting off her escape.

"So…how's your day going?"

Becky stared at him. Was he actually talking to her? Sam Winchester was talking to her. Had she fallen asleep at her desk again? Was this a dream?

"Becky?"

"Uh, It's fine. Good. - Just…delivering these files." she rambled.

Sam couldn't help but smile, there was something really kind of sweet about the petite blond. About the way she always seemed so unsure of herself, so uncertain. About the way she looked at him. He couldn't place it.

"Well, I guess I should…."

"Sam!" called another woman from behind him.

He turned reluctantly to see Sarah walking towards him. Dammit, he'd forgotten they were meant to have lunch. Business, not personal. He looked back at a flushed Becky and saw her eyes cloud over at the sight of the attractive brunette. He also noticed the way her shoulders slumped just that little bit more and she pulled the files close to her chest.

"Sam." Sarah smiled, stopping at his side. "Are you ready?"

"Huh, Yeah…." he looked back to Becky. "Er, I gotta go. - I'll see ya around."

Becky was still standing stock still in front of the elevator, just staring at him.

"Are you alright?" Sarah asked politely.

The soft female voice was enough to shake Becky out of her thoughts, she shook her head and smile. "Oh, sorry." then she was rushing away.

"Well, she's….weird." Sarah frowned watching the girl got.

"Yeah." Sam couldn't kept the small smile from spreading across his face.

"Known her long?" Sarah asked, the distinct sound of jealousy in her voice, though she wasn't being rude.

"Since yesterday." Sam replied as the lift doors opened. "We were trapped in her together for almost an hour."

"Oh."

~DESTIEL/BECAM~

Becky could believe it. Sam Winchester, thee Sam Winchester had actually spoken to her, properly, well kinda. And what had she done? Stood there like a moron. Great job Becky. She scolded herself.

And if that wasn't enough, his girlfriend…. His beautiful girlfriend had come strolling up to them all sweetness and light. You don't know she was his girlfriend. Well that was true, she didn't, but going by the way the woman was looking at him and the way she spoke to him, the odds weren't in her favour. It was the Jessica situation all over again. At least there was a bright side, if Sam was spoken for, at least it meant Ruby didn't have a shot. Becky grinned triumphantly as she took a bit into her sandwich.

"Hey there Becks."

Oh, God no, please not him. Not now. Becky prayed, closing her eyes with a mouth full of ham and mayo. She heard a chair being pulled away from the table and cracked her eyes open to see her worst nightmare sitting himself down, his brother scolding him, but sitting also.

"How's life treating ya?"

She swallowed her food and groaned. "Clearly not well enough."

Gabriel grinned at her. "So seen lover boy today."

She saw Castiel roll his eyes and hang his head. Clear he'd given up trying to shut his brother up.

"Why are you sitting here?"

Gabriel pressed his hand to his heart. "Huh, you mean I'm not welcome? After everything we've been through together." he said dramatically.

"Is he always like this?" Becky turned her attention to Castiel.

"I'm very much afraid he is. My apologies."

Gabriel looked between the two of them. "I am very close to being insulted."

"Really? Tell me what I need to say to finish the transformation." Becky snapped, glaring at the man.

Gabriel leant on his elbow, and leaned into stare at Becky. "You have seen lover boy today, haven't you. That's why your being so antsy."

"I'm not being antsy, I'm being pissed off. - By you."

"What happened, he forget your name? - Wouldn't put it past him, he probably forgets a lot of things. I can't imagine he gets a lot of oxygen at that height." Gabriel smirked.

"For your information he did remember me!" Becky snapped before she could stop herself.

"Excellent." he grinned, stabbing his folk into the large slice of chocolate cake on his tray. "Phase one complete."

"Excuse me?"

"Well he know who you are now…" Gabriel mumbled around his mouthful of cake. "…n-now all we need is to get you alone."

"Where you dropped on your head as a child?"

Gabriel looked at Castiel, who shrugged. "I was not there. But probably, yes?"

Gabriel chuckled and turned back to Becky. "Listen sweet cheeks, it's blatantly obvious your besotted with the guy, and your rather a sweetie. Granted having met him, I'm beginning to question your taste, but if you want to get the guy I'm willing to help."

Becky sat in her seat, gapping at the audacity of the man before her. "What?"

"I said I'll help."

"You're crazy."

Gabriel nodded enthusiastically. "But I'm also a wonder of a matchmaker."

Castiel scoffed at his side, and received a kick to the shins for his trouble.

"Then go an match-make someone else." Becky said angrily, shooting to her feet. "And leave me alone."

Gabriel watched her walk away with a frown. "Huh, well that was a little ungrateful."

"When will you learn people don't like other people meddling in their business?" Castiel said. "And Becky is clearly uncomfortable with your attention, so just leave her alone."

Gabriel stared down at his plate mournfully. "I'm just trying to help. I just want people to be happy, where's the crime in that?"

"There isn't a crime." Castiel frowned. "But it's just not welcome…" he scoffed at himself. "And people say I'm the one with the nonexistent social skills."

"You are. - I mean come on bro, everyone's seen Back to the Future."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Are you ever going to shut up about that? It was ten years ago."

"Yeah, and you still have watched it."

"I don't want to. It does not interest me in the slightest."

Gabriel laughed. "One day little bro, someone will get you watching that movie." he winked.

~DESTIEL/BECAM~

Lunch for Sam didn't go any better that it had for Becky. He'd spent the whole time pushing his food around his plate, not even attempting to listen to Sarah. He could think why, but he couldn't get Becky out of his head. She'd looked so deflated when Sarah had arrived, and he'd had to leave with her. He knew it was crazy but she kind of fascinated him. She was so awkward around him, it was kinda refreshing. Usually girls threw themselves at him. Like Ruby had, even Sarah had been more than a little forward. It had always been like that, well at least since senior year. All through collage girls had been vying for his attention.

Jessica had been different of course; he would have dated her for three years if she had been like the others. She'd been sweet, shy and beautiful. He'd fallen in love with her almost from the start.

Sam shook his head and tried to force his thought away from the young woman. It never ended well when she snuck into his head. He turned his attention to Sarah, or at least he tried to. She was saying something about a case to do with an art museum, but he wasn't really listening. He'd only agreed to lunch because she'd said she wanted to talk to him about one of the Sandover contracts.

He took a sip of his water and allowed his mind to wander again, and it headed straight back to a small blonde. She'd gone to Stamford too. That's what she'd said in the elevator yesterday. He tried to think back, wondering if he'd met her before. Sure Stamford was huge, you could spend years there and never meet everyone, but something about her, something in the back of his mind rang a bell. He just couldn't reach it. He'd have to sort through his old collage stuff, maybe the answer was in there.

~DESTIEL/BECAM~

Dean knew he was being a stalker, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He'd been on his way to the car park when he'd passed the canteen and saw Cass sit at a table with his brother. They were talking to the small blonde from yesterday. Dean wanted to go over and say hi, maybe sit down and have a conversation. But after what Gabriel had told him he'd decided to cut his loses, which was why he was currently stood behind a potted plant watching the guy eat.

He didn't even know why he care. Sam was right, he didn't date guys. But almost from the first moment he'd seen Cass something had clicked. It was weird, and he'd deny it till his dying day, but it felt like they had a bond. Get with it Winchester, stop being a girl for fucks sake, easier said than done.

He watched at the young woman stormed off, clearly angry with Gabriel. Again it seemed Sam was right, the guy really didn't have any people skills. Though, personally Dean kinda liked the guy.

Suddenly Cass lifted his gaze and it locked with his, from the other side of the room. Dean felt his insides tighten. Sure there was no way Cass could actually see him, could he? But it sure as hell felt like he was looking at him and he couldn't break the eye contact, those bright blue eyes pulling him in despite the space between them. After what felt like hours, Cass broke the contact and dropped his head. Dean sucked in a much needed breath, he hadn't even realised he'd stopped breathing.

With the connection gone, Dean turned away. He need air and time to think. Rushing to the Impala he climbed in behind the wheel and dropped his head on it. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he actually considering dating a guy? No, you just want a hook-up. He told himself, but he didn't believe it. He'd had plenty of hook-ups, chased plenty of guys and girls, this didn't feel like that. No, this…. This felt different…. This felt like trouble.


A/N: I'm having a bit of trouble with this at the moment. Writers block, so I'm sorry if there's a long gap between posts. I'll get a new one too you as soon as I can. Promise.