For the record, saying this in a job interview will not get you hired. Please do not try it.

I am meant to be drawing a (rather awful) cactus and writing up an essay plan.. Oops.

Have great day, and for those who are going back to school tomorrow, best of luck :)

Fez.

Castiel Novak coughed and sat down at his desk, the green-eyed man following him in.

He was looking for a new secretary, and a Dean Winchester had applied, glowing references from some of the best companies in Texas.

The man had fixed Castiel with stunning emerald green eyes, ruffling a hand through cropped tawny hair. He was just a bit taller than Castiel and had thirty pounds of muscle on him.

In other words, so his type.

He held a hand for Castiel to shake, gripping his with a firm grip and a long, slow blink, gently biting his lip.

Trying to fight the urge to hire the man for his looks, he cleared his throat and shuffled some papers. Dean sat neatly in the spare chair, eyes like a birds, never leaving his face.

"What are your strengths?" Castiel attempted to keep a professional aura, keeping one eye on the résumé he was holding and the other looking the man up and down.

Dean leaned forward over the mahogany desk, probably a bit closer than necessary.

Castiel's eyes were drawn straight to Dean's lips, moving as he spoke.

"I fall in love easily." He rumbled, and Castiel felt a shiver go down his spine at the tone.

With a hard swallow, he regained his composure, leaning back to compensate for the man's proximity.

"Your weaknesses?" He said, and even he could feel the quiver in his voice.

Dean leaned back, and Cas wanted to drag him back in.

In a soft voice, rumbly like gravel, Dean Winchester smiled, eyes softening and a smile coming over his face.

"Those blue eyes of yours."