Chapter 1

"It's very simple: I can't forgive someone humiliating me, only my family can get away with that kind of defiance. A rat defying me would get crushed, I could only drag them in the mud and leave them bleeding on the ground to remind everyone who I am, but I could forgive my future husband some bad words."

AU. In New York City, the Winchester family is well-known for being important businessmen, and Dean inherited it all, becoming respected and feared. When Castiel Novak, an insignificant school teacher stood up to him and offend him publicly, Dean promises he would make him pay while also finding himself attracted to him.
Confrontation ensues between the two, and when Dean's company is accused of homophobia because of false rumors, Dean decide a marriage with another man could be the best solution. He decide to give Castiel a choice: either help him and marry him or be broken. With a daughter to take care of, Castiel finds himself with no other choice but to accept.

This is my first supernatural fic, hope you'll like it!

The Blue Jungle

That was the nightclub's name, and it always made Dean smile whenever he would see the blue neons. It wasn't the most popular place of the town, but it would be one day. He saw the people waiting to get in, and it sent a wave of nostalgia, remembering the time he would also stand in the queue when he was young, at the time his father still had to fight his way through to reach the top of New York. Today, he could get in whenever he wanted, after all, he owned that place.

It was indeed, blue and green plants and flowers, some real some fake, some painted on the walls and some hanging from the ceiling, giving a thick and rich decor. Some pedestals were spread across the dance floor were professional dancers would do their show, in exotic outfits. It was no strip-club; they would never take off anything, but it was suggestive. The whole thing gave a chill, mysterious vibe Dean always liked. One girl disguised as a tigress was especially attractive, just like that new guy working at the bar. He didn't know either of their names, but he didn't care about it.

He was proud as he looked around, and a bit sad too. Proud because that place had degraded, a bad management almost sent it bankrupt, and Dean had bought it in time to get it back on trails. Now it was rising again, and it was starting to be a high-ranking club again. But he was also a bit sad because the place had lost some of its charm. Before, there was something truly warm in the club, it would make you feel happy. He had brought Sam here when he had been old enough, he remembered his shy little brother nervous and excited to get in…

Don't think of Sam. But he couldn't help himself and it stung each time.

Today, it was more superficial, a bit colder, the warm atmosphere had been smothered by the glitter. But maybe that could change eventually, and at least they still served wonderful drinks!

He smiled when he saw Jo, the manager, coming toward him. She had been doing a damn good job for now, he knew he could trust her to handle things here. He admired her frame, in other circumstances, he would have probably made a move on her, but he knew he had to separate sex and work. She was a good worker and he didn't want to loose an employee like her over a simple one-night stand.

"I see you're still rocking that place," he told her.

"Yeah, you can say that. Our new DJ is gaining more and more popularity, I'm glad I got that one. It hadn't been easy to get him to leave his previous club for us, but as you see, I got what I wanted."

"Now, that's the kind of words I like to hear from a manager!

She huffed in amusement: "Thanks! Mr Roman is waiting for you."

"Ah yeah, the guy with a fitting first name."

They laughed together at this. Dick Roman was indeed worthy of that name, but Dean still had to deal with him. He found the guy sitting at one table and looking at the dancers, eying one in particular. He took his attention away as Dean approached and stood up to shake hands with him.

"Ah Mr Winchester! I'm happy you could come."

"Of course I could; I hope you enjoy this humble place."

"Indeed. I'm curious to know why you would buy it, it has no link to your field of business."

"Oh, I'm simply fond of it."

Indeed, he was in the technology field, high-tech surveillance systems, computers and phones, and Dick Roman knew how it could be of use. As a casino owner and a mobster, he knew that Dean could give him a lot of information which he could use. They discussed a bit but went in Jo's office to talk business. No one had to hear what they would say.

Truth to be told, Dean didn't like to deal with the mob; he knew damn well that those were dangerous water. Yet no high business in this city could really escape it. You had to find the delicate balance between dealing with them without getting too close. His father had always warned him that it was just like a fire in a cold night. If you stay far away from it, you'll die from the cld. Get too close and you get burned. Don't ever think they're your true friends, Dean. They'll only keep you around out of interest. But always remember they're only human. They have their weaknesses. He had to fear them reasonably, not let himself be intimidated but remember to be wary. He always remembered that with Dick Roman.

It didn't really take long to conclude their new deal. He would have to see someone else, not a mobster this time, simply his advertising agent. They would sometimes talk business around a drink, to change from the office's atmosphere. He still wasn't here, though, and he'd better have a good explanation! Didn't matter much however, Dean could still enjoy a drink, and maybe get some companion for the night. He didn't want to stay alone tonight. In fact, the idea of coming back home to an empty place was making sick recently. He had tried keeping people for longer, men or women, but it never worked. Either he couldn't get attached, either he realized that they were only here for the money. So he would hardly ever keep anyone for more than a night or two.

He looked at the crowd when he spotted something unusual. What the…How did that guy got in here?

O o O

It was Castiel's first night out since his daughter was born. At least his first night of real fun, not one spent on gaining some money. His colleagues had insisted for him to come with them the day before, to celebrate the summer break and their success. The private school they worked in had reached a better rank thanks to their efforts, and they were becoming popular among the rich people of the town. If they continued on that way, they could be in the Top schools of the city.

They had picked him up at his house, and he hoped Claire wouldn't miss him. Anna, Lexie and Zach were here, excited already. He had paid a baby-sitter for the night, one he trusted, yet he couldn't help but worry.

"Come on, she'll be fine, it's not the first time," Lexie told him.

"Yeah, but I can't help it."

"I know, but you must learn to stop over-worrying."

They started to drive, and Castiel decided to follow her advice. "You should have made an effort, this is a quite high-ranking club, I'm not sure they'll let you in!" Anna remarked.

"What? I thought we were going to a regular place."

"You're kidding? We're getting close to the elite of New York, it's a good reason to party in a special place!" Zach exclaimed.

Maybe, but Castiel wasn't that excited to be 'close to the elite'. Actually they weren't even that close to it, even though they were on right way. He was fine working into a normal school, what he wanted was high-education standard, he just wished those wouldn't be reserved to rich people. But now he guessed that was unavoidable: an education of quality would attract rich people, and the school would have to fit their standards.

"Don't worry, though, I know the bouncer, he is a friend. Maybe he'll let you through in spite of that."

"If he doesn't we'll go to another place," Lexie declared. "I'm not getting anywhere if we can't be together."

He smiled to that, she was really sweet. He also knew she had a thing for him, and he had honestly considered it. She would have been a great mother for Claire, she was kind and smart, and he liked her. Yet no matter how he turned it over in his head, he just couldn't imagine them together, he couldn't picture the two of them in bed, or being a real couple. He couldn't picture them in intimacy, and he wouldn't get involved with her just because she could be a good mother.

They chattered happily, and when they got to the club, Castiel understood what they meant. It looked like a good place indeed, and the people here were dressed-up more than he was. He had dark jeans, along with a black jacket on a white tee-shirt. Well, maybe it would be alright, it was sober but not neglected. They waited in the queue but thankfully their turn came pretty quickly. As Zach said, the bouncer was indeed his friend and greeted him with enthusiasm. He looked at Castiel up and down and shook his head at first.

"Sorry, Zach, that one won't do."

"Come on, man, he doesn't look bad, it's just plain clothes. And with his face, the women inside will be happy."

"Yeah, just this once, can't it be possible?" Lexie asked with her doe eyes.

He finally accepted and made an exception, but he warned Castiel that it would be the last time. Weirdly enough, he felt happy; he would have hated to be refused because of his clothes. He marveled a bit at first, he had never been in such a club before, not only it was huge, but the whole décor was pretty impressive. There had been a lot of effort put in here, it wasn't just the usual local bars he would sometimes go in. Some people did look at him, and he snorted.

"I guess those rich asses wonder what a guy like me is doing here," he told Anna at her ear.

"Maybe some of them does," she replied, "but I bet some other wonder how they can get their way with you."

He laughed at this and blushed a bit. He was aware he attractive, but he never considered himself as the kind who could make people stop their tracks. They got drinks and it didn't take long for them to go to the dance floor.

In spite (or maybe thanks to) his plain clothes, he danced without caring what others would think. After all, if they judged him already, why should he give a damn? He danced along with Lexie, letting his body move freely, remembering the time he was still careless and innocent. So he allowed the music to fill him, allowed to lose himself in the movements, in the flickering lights, just following the rhythm, and thinking of nothing else. He was almost in some kind of vertigo, people around hardly mattered, he was feeling good and it was all he knew.

He was absolutely not aware of the one watching him.

From where he was, Dean Winchester was just staring at the crowd while enjoying his drink, when the dark-haired man had caught his eye. He stood out in the crowd: he looked like he was going out for groceries, not to dance in a night-club like the Blue Jungle. Curious, Dean went to sit at the bar, a lot of people noticed him, looked at him and whispered: they knew who he was. The dark-haired man didn't. He watched the little group, but more of all, he watched that beautiful brunet dancing. He was even surprised he had been allowed to enter, they would usually not let guys dressed like this come in. But well, he was very handsome, Dean was glad his bouncer had been generous enough with that one. He was…Entrancing. There was something breath-taking about that man; those dark hair, those traits, but not only. Dean had seen a lot of people who were incredibly beautiful, but he had something else. That way he was moving, as if nothing mattered…He hardly seemed to care about the woman dancing with him, while most men would have tried something.

Smiling, he hoped that meant the unknown man wasn't into females. But weirdly enough, it didn't seem to be like that. He seemed into his own world, and it just made him stand out even more in that crowd. Dean ordered himself a drink and allowed himself to silently watch the man. What was his name? Well, there was only one way to find out.

He strolled toward him, and the man finally saw him. At this moment, Dean felt as if he received an electric shock when the unknown man put his eyes on him. But this instant didn't last, the dark-haired man took the girl he was dancing with by the hand and led her somewhere else.

What?! Did that guy just got away from him?

Without thinking, Dean tried to follow them, but the whole mass of people soon got in his way. He lost the black-haired stranger, and it stung as he thought of those eyes. He hadn't even seen which color they were. Wait, he could go at one of the balconies were tables awaited. From there, he would be able to see the crowd and find him.

He went up the stairs, ignoring the people who tried to talk to him. Until one actually grabbed his arm and stopped him in his tracks. The grasp was light, but enough to stop him.

"Boss! I'm so sorry, I'm late, I got caught in the traffic."

He looked at Marc, his advertising agent, as if he was some kind of alien before remembering they had been supposed to meet. He really got the worst timing!

"Well it was about time!"

The discussion wasn't exactly a joyride for the poor guy, Dean was frustrated he couldn't just search for the man, yet he restrained himself; Business would come first, he could find that dude later. Something bothered him greatly, though: why did that guy ran away from him like that? He hadn't seen him in the past, he was sure of it.

He spent more time he wished with Marc but made the effort, not that he disliked him, but he was really distracted. It was the first time it happened, usually, when he and Marc would discuss business around a drink, he enjoyed it, nothing would come to distract him like that. His employee left him as soon as they were done, sensing his boss wouldn't get in a better mood. Dean went through the dance floor but couldn't find him anymore. Damn! If only they had got the occasion to talk, he would have been able to impress and make him wait nicely! Hell, it had been a long time since he had desired someone that much and it had to be the one slipping away from him!

Usually, he would have simply picked up someone else, and got them home, but here he just wanted to find that guy. Did he really moved away just to get away from him? He had never seen him before, why would he do that?

From the corner of his eyes, Dean saw a man stumbling and crashing against his car. Immediately, he yelled: "Hey, you!" That's when he realized this was the handsome one. The man turned to him, his eyes slightly wide and looked as if he wondered why the hell Dean just yelled. Softening his tone a bit, Dean growled:

"That's my car, be care…"

The man let out a laugh and just rolled his eyes, interrupting Dean in the process. "Excuse me, your majesty! Sorry that you car was touched by some peasant!" He declared loudly while bowing to him mockingly, almost falling in the process. Now this made Dean's blood boil! Who the hell was he to mock him like that?! His boss caught him, the worry sobering her almost immediately.

"Sorry! We're sorry, sir. He is just a bit out of his mind."

"Obviously! You're lucky you didn't break anything," Dean growled, angry at him now. Castiel just laughed at that almost bitterly: "Oh, I'm scared! I'm so sorry, Your Highness…"

Anna pulled him harshly, making him shut up and stumble along with her. He just laughed and Dean could swear he heard something like: "Rich dudes I swear!" He gritted his teeth and felt a rage which himself couldn't explain. When he was home, he was still thinking about it. Why? Because that fucker dared to mock him, that was all. Then, he could almost hear Sam's voice in his head: "Come on, man! It's not much, that guy was just drunk, we both said stupid stuff while being drunk." Once again, thinking about Sam was painful. And it stung to think about that guy, he could still see that body moving without caring about other people's look, simply and carelessly dressed with no try to appear elegant. Yet he still had more elegance than some people wrapped in thousands dollar suits. And his face, that light smile, this square jaw and those fine eyes…Hell, he still didn't know what their color was.

He had wanted to go to that guy, but not only he had just left when approached, he also had the nerve to mock him! But now, maybe he was indeed just a drunk man. Maybe he hadn't even noticed Dean in the club, it was a hazard that he left when he arrived.

He just went to bed, frustrated. He would usually have what he wanted, but not tonight. That guy should have been dazzled by him, by his home and should have been in his bed already. Instead, he had mocked him.

'Let's not think of that anymore. I have work tomorrow.'

He still wondered what his name was.

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