Cas looked at his phone when it buzzed.
It was a text from Dean, telling Cas he was downstairs. Hastily, Cas looked at the clock, blinking in surprise when it showed 6.37. Apart from Gabriel walking in every hour on the hour, which somehow had to be connected to his call with Dean last week, the day had gone by in a flash.
He texted back that he was coming down, and shut off his computer.
At least, he tried to. It glitched and asked if he wanted to save his work.
Clicking the 'yes' button, Cas waited, but the message kept popping up.

With an annoyed grunt, Cas clicked 'no' and checked if his work was indeed saved.
It was, and Cas tried to shut off his computer again.
This time it smoothly powered down.
Muttering in Dutch under his breath, Cas closed his office and got to the elevator, which had to come from the top floor.
Cas growled low when it stopped just three floors down.
Everything seemed to work against his leaving.
When he finally got in, he sighed as the doors closed.
At last. He wanted to go home and have dinner, then maybe play a little with his boyfriend.

The elevator reached the ground level and the doors slid open.
To reveal Lisa, very red in the face and with blazing eyes.
"You did this, didn't you? You did this because I said I would tell everyone you're gay!" she shrieked at him, making him cringe ever so slightly at the sudden attack.
Cas heard gasps and then, like a judge calling the court to order, Crowley's voice rang out.
"Ms. Braeden! I would advice you to shut your venemous little trap. In this company, we don't give a rat's ass about sexual preferences. I am gay, mr. Asmodeus used to be ms. Asmodeus, Hannah is Asexual and we. don't. care. The fact that you tried to blackmail Castiël, for whatever reason, is just more proof that you do not fit in with us. Just get your homophobic little ass out of here. Now!"

Cas did not like his manager very much, but this raised his star quite a few notches.
Someone started clapping slowly, and Cas just had to follow suit. This was one show of appreciation Crowley more than deserved.
More people started applauding and soon it rolled through the hallway.
Lisa turned to storm out, saw Dean and flushed beetred.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped.
"Picking up my roommate. His car broke down." Dean answered casually.
"Yeah, right! You're all such assholes!" Lisa yelled and stalked past him.

Cas got out of the carriage, not sure what he'd missed, when he suddenly saw Dean sink to the floor.
Gabriel caught him, but the weight of the taller man made his knees almost buckle too.
He caught sight of Cas and motioned him over with a jerk of his head.
Cas hurried over to help his brother.
"Cassie! Shit... help me. The baffoon eats too many burgers, I swear!" Gabriel groused and let Cas take over his boyfriend, easing them both to the floor.
"I'm calling Sam. He should be almost here anyway." Gabriel stated.

Cas frowned at his brother, mouthing 'what happened?' to which Gabriel answered in a low tone.
"Die trut is ontslagen. Geeft hem kennelijk de schuld." before turning away and switching to English. "Sammy... get in here pronto, honeybear. Big bro just fainted. Tell you all later."
Cas rolled his eyes. It must be less simple. Dean wasn't one to just faint.
First things first, wake his boyfriend up. To the point and in a crisp tone, otherwise he might not get through.
"Dean. Enough of this. I know it was emotionally wrecking, but stay with it. We need to get home."
Internally, Cas cringed at how uncaring he sounded, but Dean blinked his green eyes open.
"Cas? Wha?" he managed, although it was slurred.

Relief flooded though Cas and he breathed lighter.
"Finally. You scared us, Dean. Don't do that." he scolded, trying to not sound like he was worried about his love, because they were still at the office.
Dean blinked groggily, making Cas think he didn't see straight yet.
Gabriel knelt next to them, apparently done with his call.
"Hey there, bucko. Did you eat at all today?" he asked, also going for the to the point approach.
Still blinking too much, Dean seemed to think hard.
"Breakfast..." he ground out.

Small wonder he fainted! Cas knew Dean usually packed four sandwiches for lunch, otherwise, he claimed, he would get woozy. Add the nasty surprise of a vexed ex-girlfriend, and most people would drop.
It seemed Gabriel shared Cas' displeassure, because he frowned and shook his head.
"You muttonhead! Cassie, get him home. And he isn't allowed behind the wheel." Gabriel stated, before neatly lifting Baby's keys from Dean's pocket, while Dean closed his eyes wearily.
"Damnit, Gabe." Dean growled. "I can drive."

Gabriel scoffed and handed Cas the keys.
"Of course you can. And I can poledance..." he snarked.
If sarcasm was a college subject, that would get ten out of ten on an exam.
Dean chuckled, eyes still closed.
Cas saw Sam running up and stood to bring him up to speed.
He could hear Dean answer Gabriel's snark though.
"I bet Sam would love to see that..." he teased.
Sam caught it too, because he flashed his dimples in a big grin, before winking at Cas.

"If your mind goes there, you'll be ok... but still not driving!" Gabriel chuckled.
Cas had to agree with him, because when he helped Dean sit up, he was still pretty ragdoll-like.
Dean opened his eyes again, and to Cas' relief, they seemed more focussed.
Seeing his brother sitting up, eyes open, Sam stepped closer.
"Dean! You fool, why didn't you eat?"
Wearily, Dean swiveled his head around.
"Hiya, Sammy. 'M ok now. Cas 'n Gabe helped. Cas 'sgonna drive me home." he answered, still slurring a bit.

Gabriel patted Sam on the shoulder with a wink.
"He'll live, Samshine. He just got an earfull from the hellbitch. On top of his skipping lunch, I think that just drained him."
Sam shook his head and bit his lip, muttering an almost inaudible "Damnit." before smiling warmly at Gabriel.
"Thanks Gabe. We owe you." he said low.
Gabriel ducked his head, a blush spreading.
"Naah. Dean-o promised to cook all of us dinner, didn'tcha, bucko?" he asked.
Dean nodded slowly, with great care.
"Yeah... Gabe said you'd be there, Sammy. You up for pork tenderloin with fries and a cucumbersalad? Cas is making the salad."

Oh. It seemed he was now making salad for four.
Chuckling, Sam shook his head.
"You two... always thinking with your stomach. I'm in."
Grunting, Dean pulled free from Cas, who eyed him with a feeling of trepidition.
"Good. Let's get our collective asses home. Cas, you'd better not scratch Baby."
Cas blinked at that. Would he ever be anything but careful with that beauty?
Finally he got that Dean was trying to break the tension.
"Of course, Dean." he answered simply.

Notes:

Dutch - English translation
Die trut is ontslagen. - That b*tch got fired.
Geeft hem kennelijk de schuld. - Seems to be blaming him.