Castiel sat in the car feeling all kinds of awkward as they drove to his new work place. The events from this morning still replaying in his head, Castiel thought about why he liked it so much, being rough with Dean, but at the same time hating it, worried he might hurt him. When Dean first told him that he enjoyed that a bit, Castiel immediately thought he was being lied to, used to being treated like that, used to being placated, especially by Zach, but then Dean laid it all out, and made him see that he was being truthful.

They laughed by the end of it all, but Castiel still felt a bit of the unease by his behaviour. He had no idea why he acted the way he did, and why he liked it so much. And why was Dean allowing it, encouraging it even. It confused him, because (and the mere thought of this made him blush), he was a bottom. He was a bottom and he liked being that way, and he liked… Well, he never really thought about what he liked much when he was with Zach, always too thrilled for being himself. For being allowed to be with a man, a man who wanted him, who was interested in him.

But it was different with Dean. So much different. Before, he would do anything to try and satisfy Zach and his ex ended up taking advantage of that, but Dean… Dean was more giving, and if he was being honest, Cas liked being taken care of.

When Dean told him he liked it when Cas took charge, he had trouble figuring out why he, a bottom, liked it too. As if those two things were contradictory to one another and couldn't possibly mix… After all, there was such a thing as bottoming from the top.

Yet, it baffled him still, how Dean could be so giving and so much different than Zach. One look at the man as he drove had Dean shooting him a kind excited smile, causing Cas to blush again. He was so confused by all these strange emotions and thoughts, yet so happy to be here with Dean like this. It felt good, it just… It just felt damn right.

Maybe he should stop comparing him to Zach. And as soon as that idea popped up, he started seeing himself as Zach - rough, demanding and controlling. Dominant and confident.

"Cas? You okay there?" Dean asked, probably detecting the sudden change in him. Castiel noticed that he did sag a bit in his seat, and had a frown on his face, but no matter how much he tried to force himself to smile, he couldn't. He hurt Dean. He hurt Dean just as Zach had hurt him before, and if he continued down this path, he would eventually drive Dean away.

"Listen, I know you're nervous, but trust me, man, it's gonna be alright. Charlie already loves you and Kevin will too, you already impressed them. Just be yourself and everything will be okay." Dean said, patting Castiel's… Cas' knee with his hand and instantly making him feel better, despite being way off about what was bothering him. "And if at any point you feel like you're not comfortable or anything, you can come find me and we'll get the hell outta Dodge, alright?"

"Wouldn't that get us both fired?" Cas asked, curious about how Dean could just skip work like that.

"Nah. The good thing about working here is that you can ditch whenever you want as long as you get the work done by the deadline. If you want, you can even work from home, we can get you a laptop…" Dean went on, but Cas got stuck on the word home. It was just a silly little thing, a slip of the tongue really, but it made something boom in his chest that Dean would think his apartment was Cas' home.

One more thing Zach and Dean had in common, their relationship with Cas moved fast. Cas had only been with Zach for a month before they moved in together, and with Dean… Well, they knew each other for a little over a month before Dean brought him to his apartment and then they started this… Fragile thing.

Castiel's thoughts wandered off as he tried to figure out what they were. Together? Exclusive? Or having fun, fooling around? It had to be more than that if Dean called it 'their home', correct? Castiel felt anxious again, his stupid brain coming up with more questions to throw him in another loop of answers that always ended up being wrong. So, despite the panic that spiked up, he swallowed it all down and opened his mouth to ask Dean just what they were.

"We're here!" Dean said before Castiel could speak up, and all sound died in his throat, so he just closed his mouth and forced a nervous smile instead. "Right, I'm on the third floor, but I'll walk you down to the basement." The polite thing would be to say that he didn't have to do that, but Castiel was too worried to decline.

They walked past a few people, but all of them just kept their heads down and typed away on their computers, completely ignoring anyone around them. Some even had headphones and were listening to music, others just scrolled and clicked, but nobody paid them any mind. Yet Charlie saw them coming from across the room and squealed silently, or screeched, or whatever that sound was, looking so excited as if she thought Castiel might not come.

"Eeeek! Oh, I am soooo glad you are here!!!" Charlie said with the widest smile that Castiel just had to return, at least a little one.

"I am… Glad you would give me a chance." He responded, trying to sound as polite as possible. Charlie pff-ed him and waved him off.

"Oh, please. With a hardworking bee like you, that was a no-brainer. I hope you don't mind, I set you up close to me." She said, motioning for a desk just left of hers. It had a laptop on a small desk stand, a mouse and an expert keyboard for easier typing, a pen holder with a few pens and pencils, a block of post-its and the tiniest little cactus he had ever seen. He fell in love with it as soon as he laid his eyes on it.

"Yeah, Charlie's the queen around here, and as long as you're under her wing, you'll be alright." Dean replied and Cas gave him a small smile. "Okay, well, I gotta go, Naomi is bitchin' to see me. Cas, you can come up and see me whenever, but if not, see you at lunch?" When Cas just nodded, Dean smiled widely, nodded back and reluctantly walked away, throwing glances over his shoulder and earling a laugh from Charlie.

She showed him how to work the laptop, where the files were and how to access them, giving him a special password just for him. Charlie told him to cruise around their site and through all the texts they had both on it and on file and to just chill today, but Cas felt so pulled in that within an hour he rewrote some of their low rated articles and showed it to Charlie. She was so excited with what he came up with, that she showed him how to repost them and soon enough they altered a month's worth of small articles.

"Move out of the way, please. A very important writer coming through." A shrill voice echoed from the entrance of the basement and Castiel heard Charlie snort before he glanced to see the annoyed look on her face. "Excuse me!" The little man screeched as he bypassed everyone who suddenly felt like getting up and standing in his way. "EXCUSE ME!" He repeated finally coming in Castiel's view.

"Charlotte! I have a new batch for you." He said, a short grumpy looking man in an old, worn cardigan, grandma glasses and a few days old stubble.

"Marv, I told you before, you have to submit your work digitally. We don't have time to play your personal typist or stenographer. No one here can even decipher your handwriting." Charlie said sternly, looking with the pile of papers he put on her desk with disgust.

"Naomi said all work must be published, one way or the other and since there is no room in the hard copy of the paper, she said to post it on your site-thingy. You know I am not computer-savvy…"

"It is just like using a typewriter!" Charlie tried to interject, but this guy Marv ignored her.

"... but I am an excellent writer and my work is of the highest political importance, issues that have to be addressed and brought forth into the eyes of the public."

"Before." Castiel said before could stop himself.

"Excuse me?" Marv turned his confused gaze at Castiel and Charlie did too, although her look was more amused than anything.

"I apologize, it just slipped… It should be 'brought forth before the eyes of the public'." Castiel said, feeling nervous with those eyes watching him.

"Do you suggest…" Marv started, but Charlie interrupted.

"I believe it is 'are you suggesting' that is grammatically correct, Marv. Regardless, we don't have time for your nonsense here…"

"You did hire a new guy, so I beg to differ." Marv argued.

"I hired him because he is good, not to facilitate your…" Charlie tried to counter, but Marv again ignored her.

"You can do it, right, long fingers?" He addressed Castiel directly and he didn't know what to tell him at first, glancing over at Charlie who seemed like she had enough of Marv and didn't know how to argue with him anymore. Castiel wanted to prove that yes, he could do it, but at the same time he didn't want to contradict Charlie, she was his boss after all. He chanced a glance at the top of the pile of papers Marv brought. There in big cursive letters was a hand-written headline "Bernie Sanders introduces a bill to force Christian politicians to wear a "scarlet cross"" and Castiel picked up the first page.

"I can't say I know much about politics or religion, but I can say just by glancing at this first page that there will be a lot of work. Just the grammar alone is… Terrible, phrasing inadequate, word span substandard. I would have to rewrite most of this, maybe even alter this headline. Charlie? Is it politically correct to call politicians Christian? Isn't that discrimination? In fact, doesn't this whole article support discrimination based on religious preferances? Endorses it even?" Castiel ranted on, his brain-to-mouth filter taking a vacation all of the sudden, and as soon as he lifted his gaze, he realized what he had done.

Marv's face was red with fury, so much so that Castiel could almost envision steam coming out of his ears, and he grabbed his pile of papers, snatched the first paper out of Castiel's hands and stomped out. Castiel felt himself pale, dreading what he had done, causing panic to bubble up inside of him and he couldn't face Charlie, so he kept his eyes trained to the ground, waiting for her scorn.

"Oh my Dumbldore, you made him leave! I can't believe you…" Charlie started and Castiel took a deep breath, bracing himself for the harsh words that never came. "... I can't believe you managed to get him to leave, you are a genius! Marv is a pain in everyone's ass and you, adorable little man, got rid of him!" The excitement in her voice surprised him, but not as much as the brief tight hug she gave him, that threw him off completely. "I love you. Seriously, man, I love you!"

Casti… Cas relaxed after that, went back and re-edited more articles with a big smile on his face. When Charlie called lunch time, Cas finished what he was currently working on, then headed to the elevators to go see Dean, as they agreed before. A part of him was excited to tell Dean about his day, or at least the first half of it, another part thought it would be a lousy subject for lunch. Dean's day was probably more exciting than his.

As he waited for the elevator to arrive, a big figure stepped next to him, startling him, but he didn't move, didn't show he was frightened. The guy was big, or maybe that was just his overactive imagination, but Cas could swear he was twice his size. The elevator came and Cas quickly stepped in, only then realizing that he could have felt safer if he took the stairs. The man, as much as Cas could see, had a round face, a short but scruffy beard and… was that a hat on his head? He grunted something as he entered the elevator and Cas tried to swallow down the panic of being trapped in the small space with him. By the time the elevator reached Dean's floor, Castiel was ready to jump out of his skin, the man just standing there and breathing deeply, not moving, not talking.

Not wanting to do something rash, like making a run for it and having he man mistake his reaction and chase him down like a dog would, Castiel took short, brisk steps out of the elevator, but much to his horror, the man followed him with heavy steps that seemed to stomp more fear into his chest. If he could just reach Dean, all would be alright. He just had to reach Dean and… Wait! Which desk was Dean's?!

"Hey, Cas!" Dean shouted out, his voice light and instantly soothing, drawing him and making him relax. There Dean was, almost in the center of the room, smiling at him, waving at him as if Castiel didn't already locate him just by the sound of his voice. Few more steps had him right at Dean's desk, forgetting all about the man that followed him until he felt his presence. Fear rushed through him for a split second before Dean greeted the man with a slightly smaller smile (those eye sparking ones were apparently reserved for Castiel only).

"Hey Benny!"

"I got what you asked for." The man, Benny, replied, his accent strange but not overly unpleasant. "Kevin compiled it all on this drive, asked me to take it up to you."

"Yeah, thanks man!" Dean said, taking a thumb drive from Benny and pocketing it. "Hey, this is Cas. Cas, meet Benny. He's a reporter like me, though he works more with crime related stuff."

"Pleasure to meet ya, brother." Benny said, his hand firm as he shook Castiel's. He could totally pass as a bodyguard of some mafia rich boy, or maybe even his second in command, and just like that, Castiel's imagination took the reins, picturing Benny in a story of his own.

Benny declined Dean's offer to join them for lunch, excusing himself with work, and Castiel was glad he didn't have to share Dean's attention. Dean made a comment about Marv and how he heard that it was Cas who managed to shut him up, and Cas blushed, but smiled. He talked about the articles he edited and Dean listened, looking enchanted by his talk as if it was something extremely important.

Dean kept nearing his hand to touch Cas a few times, but always stopped short until finally Cas reached for his hand. He understood that Dean didn't want to seem pushy or show affection publicly if Cas wasn't amenable, and Cas knew it was up to him to take that last step. They didn't kiss, because that might be inappropriate, but they kept touching each other's hand, arm, shoulder and Cas enjoyed every second of it, going as far as to seek out more. Their hands found one another and didn't break contact until the elevator ride, when Dean reluctantly let go to go back to work.

Next few hours Cas spent learning about their site, about how to upload text, post and edit, and a bunch of other little programs that helped with that. He learned how to access each and every computer in every department and he giggled when Charlie sent Dean an error message that alerted him that Trolls ate his current work. He texted her on an internal chat room, and she was quick to blame it all on Cas', to which Dean replied that in that case, they were forgiven. It was silly, but it made something in his chest swell and made him smile that goofy smile that just wouldn't relent.

After work, they both went straight to the shelter, wanting to check in and help with whatever was needed. It wasn't much, but made them both feel fulfilled, made it all matter somehow. It was just rewarding. Dean bought them take out and they ate it back at his apartment, sitting on that comfortable couch while a random show was in the background, both more interested in talking than what was on the TV.

Still, as much as Cas was interested in spending more time with Dean, he felt his eyelids drop close one too many times on their own accord. He managed to persuade Dean he could last a few more minutes, but ended up falling asleep on the couch, probably while Dean was mid sentence. He could feel Dean shaking him awake, but he was still half asleep as he went through the motions of the 'getting ready for bed' routine, Dean's soft, but firm hands guiding him all the way to his bed. Cas wished they would have stayed, but he was too far down unter to voice his desires.

Tuesday passed pretty much the same. Castiel spent some time with Kevin as the kid taught him more about computers in general and about the other employees of the Kansas Post. Still, as interesting as his day was, he couldn't wait to spend his lunch with Dean. The big scary man didn't follow him this time, but there was a very strict looking woman looming over Dean and his desk when he got there. They were clearly having an argument and she huffed and stormed out before Cas could reach them. Still, despite it all, Dean's smile grew wide when he laid his eyes on Cas, as if whatever that argument was, was of no importance compared to seeing him.

They spend lunch the same as yesterday, talking about work, a bit about themselves and about the shelter too. Cas learnt that that was actually Naomi, the editor-in-chief that Dean argued with, and that it was about his next big expose. "She wants me to write about an idea I pitched over a year ago, but I keep telling her I don't have any leads." He said not meeting Cas' eyes.

"What is it about, if it's not a secret?" Cas asked carefully, but frowned at the expression on Dean's face as the man looked up at him. He was reserved and looking a bit guilty with a ton of uncertainty.

"Crossroads Publications Inc. I swear, that was before I knew you were working there. Crowley… He exploits his employees and exposing bastards like that is kind of my speciality. And after the way he treated you… I want… I want to tear him apart." Dean confessed in one breath. Cas knew that Mr. Crowley was looking to use him and his connection with Dean to publish his book and get publicity on it, but he never considered that maybe he wasn't the only one Mr. Crowley used for his own benefit. "And… Aside from using you as a source, which I won't do, I don't have anything else to go by, so I have to dig more. The thing is, I just can't find anything on Mark Crowley."

"His real name is Fergus MacLeod." Cas said, remembering picking up Mr. Crowley's passport when it had fallen off his desk on his second or third visit. Dean's eyes went wide, and he stammered trying to ask Cas how he knew that, so Cas explained it all, in the end telling Dean that he should write that expose if this information helped him, but to take it easy on Mr. Crowley. The man might have been a sleaze, but he helped Cas when he needed money.

Later that evening as they ate more take out, Dean spoke excitedly about everything he was able to dig out on Fergus MacLeod, and Cas tried to listen, but his eyes began to drop closed mid conversation. He was just too exhausted from all the excitement that a working day carried, excitement he hadn't felt back when he was working from home. This night too, Dean tucked him in, and Cas kept wishing he would stay, he would allow Cas to snuggle to his chest and drift away to dreamland and not risk any nightmares. But he was too tongue tied and not courageous enough to ask, so once again, he was left alone.

Wednesday was way better, Cas getting into the routine of the workplace and finding himself more awake by the time the evening rolled in, and things got a little heated as they spent a good hour just kissing and caressing, but only above the waist. Things were building up, that was certain, and Cas was sure they would have enjoyed each other more hadn't the moment been broken by Dean's phone ringing.

"I gotta take this, it's my brother." He said and Cas nodded, trying to remember more about Dean's brother, but coming up with nothing but a name - Sam. Dean talked on the phone, right there in front of Cas, saying something about the upcoming Christmas, but Cas wasn't really focused on his conversation, more engrossed in his own thoughts about Dean and about the scarce information he had about him. It seemed like it only then occurred to him that he talked more about himself than he listened to Dean.

Thinking back now, it seemed that Dean always put him first, whether it was his needs or wants, or just something as trivial as information about favorite icecream and TV show. THe more he thought about it, the more it seemed as if Dean was doing the exact same thing he used to do when he was with Zach. And if Dean was Cas from that relationship, Cas was Zach - controlling, demanding, just taking what he wanted and not caring about his partner's needs... Feeling nauseous, Cas...tiel excused himself and retired to his room before Dean even managed to end his phone call. Later he knocked on his door, clearly worried, but Cas just sent him away. Then he felt even worse.

It was the middle of the night when he woke up from another nightmare, shaken and unable to catch a breath. This one was the worst one yet. In this one he was in Zach's place and Dean was tied down to the bed, gagged and crying. Castiel hadn't even done anything to him, but the sight of him like that was enough to shake him awake. His lower lip shook as he tried to contain the tears, but eventually he had to get up and seek out Dean. The man left his bedroom door ajar just in case, and it twisted something inside Castiel's chest, to see Dean so thoughtful and worried about him.

"Dean?" He whispered as he came into the room, and hated how he startled him awake.

"Cas? Is everything okay?"

"I… I don't…" Castiel tried, unsure what to say, hating himself so much at this moment.

"Hey, come here." Dean motioned for him to come closer as he sat up. "Was it a bad dream?" He asked, his arms widening in a welcoming hug. Castiel wordlessly sat on his bed and leaned into instantly feeling better and worse, comforted and guilty.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to just shut you down like that tonight." He forced himself to say and Dean, bless his kind heart, immediately dismissed it.

"Don't worry about it, I am just…" Dean tried to say, once again dismissing himself and it hit a little too close to home.

"No, it is important! You are important! To me. And I shouldn't shut you down like that. I should try more, I should try harder."

"You don't have to…"

"Yes I do! I do, Dean! You have been so good to me and I just take and take and I don't even ask you about you. I don't ever ask what you want, or what you need, and it has to stop!" Castiel almost shouted, irritated by his own behaviour.

"Alright." Dean tried to soothe, not at all affected by Castiel's behaviour.

"Alright." Castiel mirrored. "What do you want, Dean?" He added, sounding dumb to himself.

"Well, umm… First, I want to just hold you for a moment. Is that okay?"

"No! I don't want you to…" Castiel tried but Dean stopped him.

"It makes me feel better to know you are okay. It makes me feel good to just hold you, so I want to do that." Well, when he put it like that, who was Castiel to deny him a hug when it made him feel better. "I get what you're saying. I do. And believe me, I am not trying to placate you, but I need to know that you are okay, that is how I am. So you tell me what you need, and I'll feel better just by doing it for you."

"I want to know what you want." Castiel said stupidly. He understood what Dean was saying, he was the kind of a man who took care of others around him, but right now, Castiel needed to do something for him.

"Alright. What if… What if I wanted to lay down and hold you for a while, would that be okay?"

"Y… Yes." Castiel answered, loving the idea. "Maybe… Maybe you would want me to stay the night here too?" He offered, secretly wishing Dean would agree. It was stupid, silly, childish, ridiculous, and he couldn't help loving this situation.

"Oh, I would love that. But only if you're okay with it." Dean said with a smile and Cas huffed a laugh.

"I am amenable." He replied and locked eyes with Dean, just smiling and feeling so much better than he did a few minutes ago. Dean leaned in to set a soft kiss on his lips and Castiel simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into bliss.

Thursday he woke up with his limbs tangled around Dean and his erection pressing against Dean's thigh, rutting shamelessly in his sleep. He gasped when he realized what he was doing, but Dean huffed a smile and tightened his arm around his waist, urging him on.

"Dddean…" He said, his voice cracking and rough from sleep.

"Ummm… Anyone ever told you you have the perfect bedroom voice?"

"Dddean...:" He whined, but kept going, getting breathless and worked up. "I can't… I won't…"

"Maybe you could get on top of me?" Dean said, and Cas jumped to oblige, feeling his heart leap forward before he managed to. He slotted next to Dean's hard cock, both men groaning at the sensation. "Oh, yeahh." He let out, his neck perfectly exposed for Cas to taste.

The second Cas' lips touched his skin, they began sucking, making Dean whine and making his hands shoot down to Cas' ass, urging him closer. "Tell me. Tell me Dean. Tell me what you want."

"I… I want… God, you feel good. I want… I want more. I want to feel more." He said, his hands squeezing Cas' ass, kneading the cheeks for a moment before his hands slowly moved up to massage Cas' back, drawing him closer. "Please…" The word, whispered into his ear, made Cas shiver with arousal, and he pushed himself up, quickly removing his shirt, then sneaking his hands under Dean's. The man underneath him gasped, but arched beautifully, allowing Cas' hands to guide his shirt up.

For a moment they just stopped, staring at one another's shirtless bodies, drinking in their fill. Cas' eyes roamed all over Dean's torso, taking in the fine shape of his muscles, from his abs up to his biceps, smirking at the freckles that dusted his chest, shoulders, going way up to his cheeks. Dean's eyes were big and oh! so green, looking up at Cas with such adoration that made his breath hitch. And then… Then that teasing tongue just had to slip out and wet that plump lip of his, making Cas lose his damn mind. He surged forward, planting his lips on Dean's, pressing just a bit before he sucked that lower lip into his mouth, barely grazing it with his teeth.

Underneath him, Dean moaned and bucked up, creating that sinful friction that ignited a spark, setting Cas' entire body on fire. He snapped up, his breath coming out shallow, almost as a growl, and with one swift motion pulled down Dean's pajamas and boxers with just one hand. A fleeting thought told him that perhaps, he should have asked first, but it was quickly forgotten as Dean's hands slid down his hips, ridding him of his own clothes a bit more slowly, as he kept watching him with those breathtaking eyes.

First contact of their stiff cocks made them both groan again, Cas' eyes slipping closed as he pressed himself against that heated flesh. There was a slight burn, going in without any lubrication, but Cas loved it just the same, shivering as he dragged his cock next to the column of Dean's.

He gasped, eyes flying open to bore into Dean's as the man snaked a wet hand between them, enveloping their erections in a slick tunnel. Cas had no idea when Dean reached for the lube, he hadn't heard the cap open, but he could see that little purple tube out of the corner of his eye. Dean huffed a smirk, looking so proud of himself and Cas squinted his eyes at him, regarding him for a split second before his own hand found their slotted erections, squeezed tight and held as Cas kept stroking them both, simultaneously moving on top of Dean too.

It was hard, lingering there, right on the edge and not spilling over, but Cas had to make Dean come first and wipe that smirk off his face. He wanted to see the man fall apart, just like he did in the bathroom and know it was all because of him.

"Cas…" Dean moaned, his breaths coming short, his mouth hanging open. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Cas applied the tiniest bit of pressure on the head of his cock and leaned in to plant one wet kiss after another up his neck. When he reached just behind Dean's ear, he huffed a warm breath and whispered "Come for me Dean…"

"OH, FUCK!" Dean screamed and did just as bid, spilling all over his and Cas' hand, shaking and panting as Cas kept urging him on, helping him ride out the orgasm and enjoying the power he had over it all. Dean was still panting, but not so lost in his bliss, his other hand cupping Cas' ass to spur him on. On the next slide, Dean's thumb brushed over the head of Cas' cock, smearing his own spunk over it and Cas lost it. He shook and writhed as he spilled all he had on Dean, his wicked mind loving the idea of marking Dean like that, before he collapsed on top of him.

Dean yelped and quickly withdrew his hand from between their bodies. Cas lifted his head long enough to ask "Did I hurt you?"

"Nah, just squished my dick with my hand, but I'm good now." Dean replied.

"I am good too." He said, turning his head and breathing into Dean's shoulder. Dean huffed a smile and Cas suddenly felt his fingers running through his hair. He turned, finding Dean's eyes looking back at him so lovingly, Cas felt his chest swell.

"'m glad." Dean smiled and kissed his forehead, the act so nice and sweet, Cas couldn't help his eyes falling closed and enjoying the feel of being cherished.

That joyous, happy feeling lasted all through the common shower, where he got a chance to explore Dean's body, with a smile permanently plastered on his face, it lasted through their coffee and through their trip to work, their hands constantly touching one another, fingers intertwined and eyes sparkling. It even held when they parted until lunch, and thought it, and they just laughed when someone called them lovebirds. It lasted still when they once again parted, Dean promising to make him a home cooked meal that evening, and Cas asking for spaghetti, which Dean happily agreed to make.

When Cas returned from lunch, he went straight back to work, finishing up on some of Benny's old work and reposting it before he moved on to the next reporter. Smiling as he realized it was Dean's work that was next in line, Cas excitedly skimmed through all the headlines of his exposes. He froze when he read the most viewed and commented article, before quickly clicking on it and reading through the summary.

"Head CEO of the Sandover Bridge and Iron Enterprises, Zachariah Adler exposed - mental, physical and sexual abuse foundation for making a slave employee"

Cas' breath hitched, panic, fear, dread washing over him, making his skin crawl and heart start racing madly.

"Zzz… Zach?"