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Sam was practically bouncing off the walls by the time Dean got home, eager to tell him about his first day. His suit was rumpled and his tie was undone, but his eyes were shining with an excitement that he hadn't seen on his brother's face in too long. It made Dean smile, too, his heart feeling full just from looking at the joy that Sam was exhibiting. In that moment, he could make himself believe that this was all he ever needed.
"Dean!" his little brother exclaimed as he walked through the door, dirty and sore and tired. "How was your day? Mine was great!"
Dean chuckled, trying in vain to wipe his greasy palms on his greasy pants. "My day was all right, Sam, nothing special. Listen, let me clean up and then I'll start dinner, okay? You should probably get changed and hang that suit up if you're gonna be wearing it tomorrow." Sam nodded eagerly and they both went off to their own rooms to clean up for dinner.
Once he got out of a long, hot shower and donned his worn-in jeans and Led Zeppelin tee shirt, Dean made his way back down to the kitchen, busying himself with starting the burgers. It wasn't long before Sammy joined him, also showered and changed, still buzzing with all of the excitement of his first day at his internship. As Dean put out the beef and the bacon and the buns (and the vegetables, for Sammy's sake), he glanced over his shoulder at his brother. "Well, are ya gonna tell me about your day, or what?"
Sam visibly brightened even more, if that was possible, and started talking a mile a minute.
"Oh my God, Dean, it was the greatest day ever! The law firm is so cool and everyone is really nice so far—well, one of the other interns is kind of grouchy and we only met two of the Novaks, but they were awesome! The third intern seems nice, too. His name is Kevin and he seems really cool. I don't know about Meg, she doesn't talk much or smile much or… make eye contact. She's probably a really scary lawyer, though. I wouldn't want to go up against her in the courtroom!" Dean laughed at Sam's enthusiasm, forming burger patties and dropping them in a hot pan.
"We met two of the Novaks, the youngest ones. Gabriel was there when we all got there. He told us to call him Gabe and he has this really bright smile and—" Sam cut off, blushing, when Dean turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "What?" he squeaked, embarrassed. "So maybe I thought he was cute or something. Anyway." Dean laughed and turned back to the pan, flipping the burgers as Sam continued.
"The other guy was named Castiel. He came in late, but he was really nice." Dean turned over his shoulder again.
"Castiel, huh? Weird, I just worked on a car for a Castiel today. Must be the same guy, that's not really a common name." Dean shrugged—it could be a small world, sometimes.
"It's an angel name, Dean. All the Novak sons have them—Gabriel, Castiel, Raphael, Michael, Balthazar, and even Lucifer. We didn't meet them all today, but there's a whole lot of them. There's other lawyers working there, too, obviously, but the Novak sons are the main ones. And then their dad runs the whole thing, of course. He's getting kind of old, though, according to Gabriel, so he's grooming Michael to take over since he's the oldest, but Lucifer is kind of mad about it and hates that his dad keeps bringing in interns, so he might be starting his own firm, and…"
Dean smiled to himself as Sam continued to prattle on, telling him details of every single thing he'd done that day. They ate their burgers and Sam helped Dean clean up before they were off to bed with full bellies and smiles on both of their faces. Dean didn't even have the time to think of C. N. and where in the world he might be.
Castiel was annoyed.
He'd hoped that his car would be fixed by the time he got off of work that day, but unfortunately, he was not so lucky. He'd gotten a voicemail from Bobby at the garage that his car wouldn't be finished until the following morning, and he could either pick it up when it was done or whenever he got off of work.
After taking a taxi home to his apartment, he made himself a turkey sandwich, watched the news, and then went off to bed.
He couldn't sleep.
The only thing that Castiel could think about was the fact that Sam Winchester, of all people, was one of the interns this year. He'd thought that Dean was too close for comfort before, and now he was practically right under the man's nose. He'd have to be exceedingly careful, especially since he'd stupidly written that letter to Dean and left his initials. Sure, initials weren't a dead giveaway, but what if Dean had seen him? What if he knew what he looked like—what if Sam did? What if the Winchesters were together right now, figuring out how to find Castiel? The thought of it made his stomach hurt.
Castiel knew that he needed to find out more about Dean Winchester. After work tomorrow, he told himself, he'd have to start researching. He couldn't let Dean get any closer than he already was.
