Damnit, Dean was bored. He was secretary to 'Mr. Castiel Novak' the director of a tax agency.
Usually the job was fun, but then, usually Dean had had three coffees and a girl back home.
But not today. His girlfriend, a particularly vulgar Lisa, had broken up with him and then left... Taking the coffee machine with her.
Dean slumped across his desk, staring through the glass wall at Castiel. As he was his secretary they had adjoining rooms, their desks facing each other.
Now he looked at Castiel, with no reason to stay loyal to someone else, he realised that his boss was pretty fit. In his early twenties, messy black hair and deep blue eyes, Dean would probably fuck him.
Dean was bi, but not open about it. His brother knew and his best friend Charlie knew and that was it.
As Dean watched Castiel, the other man stood up and pulled a book down from a shelf behind him.
'That ass...' he thought as he randomly pulled a face. Not a disgusted one, just a face a three-year-old might make.
At that exact moment, Castiel turned around and caught Dean's eye.
Dean snapped upright, blushing a rather nice shade of red, ad tidied some papers. He looked up at Castiel from under his eyelashes, to find the man was smiling gently to himself.
Dean leaned back, pretending to be engrossed in a fax from 'Gabriel' Something about tax.
Dean gave up and stared at Castiel. A few seconds later, Castiel looked up... And stuck his tongue out.
Dean grinned, huffing a small laugh and crossed his eyes.
Castiel smiled back and then leered, his eyebrows raised and all his teeth showing. Dean laughed harder this time and pulled another face at Castiel.
This continued for a few more minutes, until, whilst Castiel was making a rather goofy face, Michael, the director's director walked in. Castiel went pale then very red behind the glass, and Dean pretended to read a riveting piece about how the prices had risen. How amazing.
He glanced up a couple of times at Castiel after Michael had gone but the man had not looked up.
Finally, just as Dean's lunch break was about to start, he knocked softly on the glass door separating them.
Carefully he walked in, Castiel looked up, a hint of a grin on his lips.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Um..."
"I was going to get a coffee and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" Dean's voice was squeaky, but hopefully it didn't show.
"I would love that?"
"And that, Grace, is how I met your father."
The little green-eyed, black-haired girl stared up at her father with wide eyes.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Now, come on, Grace. Time for bed." Castiel's voice came from the doorway. Grace scrambled to get under the covers as Dean stood.
"Night Daddy. Night Papa." she called and Castiel flicked the light out.
Dean walked out to hug his husband of seven years.
"Coffee?"
