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Sitcom for a New Generation
Episode 1
"Son of a Bitch"

Two hours ago, if I was told that I was going to meet that man, this … Castiel Novak, I would've probably scoffed and left the conversation because I would have been clearly thinking the conversation was a waste of time. Of course at the time I was bitter. Maybe not bitter… bitter isn't the word. More like very annoyed…

"Dean! Dean!"

Yeah… the brunette? Her name is Vera. Thought it was a good idea to date her… Let us put that on the list of never fucking again. Literally.

He heard pots and pans being shoved into cupboards violently and the crash of other pans falling on the floor. Dean knew she didn't pick any of them up.

"Dean! For the love of God aren't you going to get your ass out of bed! You have work in twenty minutes!"

She's loud, bitchy and loves to point out my flaws like how I never clean up after myself.

"And why do I keep finding your work boots in the living room? That's a white carpet Dean; your shit covered boots are going to damage it!"

Oh yeah… she complains about that too. Seriously woman, I'm a mechanic. Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, I'm going to be coming home knee deep in grease, mud, and oil or are you thinking I'm some behind the counter idiot? Uh… No.

"DEAN!"

Okay… I've had it…

Dean stood up looking over at the woman with the strongest glare he could pull off in his half-conscious state. "Hey uh… it's nice and all that you're making a nice big ass scene but at least I actually have a fucking job. What have you done the past couple of days?"

Yep, she doesn't even have a fucking job.

Dean heard something slam hard against the wall and then fall heavily on the floor. He sat up slightly rubbing his face and trying to block out the sunlight, considering not going to work today. He groaned while the screaming continued with an indignant. "Oh yeah groan all you want you stupid asshole! It's not my fault that everyone fires me." Dean stood up finally donning his jeans he wore last night, because he had enough of her bullshit. 'Why the hell did he date her anyway?' Walking out into the kitchen he saw her holding her duffle bag and a suit case, her presence rigid and her face, well in lack of a better term, ugly.

"Um, Vera what are you doing?" The brunette looked at her luggage and then back at Dean.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Well, standing there, but I mean… the bags…"

"I'm leaving Dean…" Dean stared before he scoffed with a smile.

"But…" He knew what was coming… an ultimatum. One he wasn't going to take.

Vera shook with anger. "But, I will stay if…"

Dean rolled his eyes. "There's the door. Bye"

He didn't even let her finish and that was a good thing. He was not going to waste another ten minutes of his life listening to her complain about his life when she was the one that chose willingly to come into it. Soon something hit him in the chest hard, and being taken off guard he stepped back a couple and gasped on air. He watched with impassiveness as she took her bag and suitcase and left the flat slamming the door behind her. He glanced down and saw that it was his boot and it made a nice impression on his chest thank to the mud and grease on it.

"Son of a bitch…"

The irony of the whole situation… she was just starting to move in too. Well, at least it was easier to pack out…

See, that was my morning. After that I was so damned tired I just went down to Ellie's like always, giving Rufus a quick call that I was going to come into work late like good worker that I am, and I am so glad I did because now I had this smoking piece of meat in front of me. Who by the way if you don't remember just kissed me on the lips and said "Castiel Novak". Casteel… Castiel. That just makes sense, a man in this suit with that face and the way he holds himself. A name like that only made sense. Oh, he's still... staring… Aww, shit I don't know what to say.

And his hand was still on Dean's. 'Quick, think of something!' He glanced down quickly at it their joined hands then back at him, smiling easily. "So, you know we've come to a slight problem."

Castiel tilted his head to the side. "Oh? And what problem would that be?"

Dean shifted his hand slightly as though to remind the man about their still joined hands. "Well, what now? We don't truly, know each other," He said this part quietly as to avoid any wandering ears.

"And you're wandering where this goes from here correct?" Dean shrugged.

"Well, I guess… I mean this kind of thing normally doesn't happen to me." Castiel smiled slightly.

"You guess? For a guy who's, just a minute ago pegged me to be a spanko you're pretty indecisive to wanting to get to know me." Castiel winked. "I'm not really you know… if that's what you're worried about."

Dean shook his head and chuckled lightly. "Well, that's good…"

Castiel looked down at their hands before bringing his other hand and starting to caress it. "I'm guessing that the reason why you saved me… could mean multiple things but… excuse me if I immediately believe that you want…" He didn't finish the sentence just stared at Dean with half-lidded eyes.

Aww shit… still don't know what to say… What do you say to that anyway? Come on Dean you can do this think… Think!'

"I suppose getting kissed is something you don't do normally on the first date." The grin never left his face while Dean was still in shock. A guy that was better at flirting than him. Who knew…?

"No… No! Haha, it's just…"

Think Dean!

"I'm never the receiver!"

….SON OF A BITCH…

Silence and Dean was sure that the guy was probably debating on leaving him, something else that wasn't a positive outcome for any party involved when a warm chuckle was heard. "Well, I feel honored then…" Dean looked up quickly not believing what he just heard. "You know, you're adorable when you're embarrassed."

Dean's flush grew and his feeling of embarrassment grew immensely. "Well, well I mean. It's not every day I meet someone like this… "

"Haha I know. You already said that." He slowly released his hand and Dean had to admit he missed the warmth. The man, Castiel, took out a card from his pocket and looked at it with a heavy sigh. He glanced up at Dean and then back at the card before tearing it up and leaving the shreds on the table. Dean raised an eyebrow at it.

"Oh don't mind me. You see I met someone else today before I came here. He helped me out from a predicament. He seemed nice and he wanted to see me again. It was a good thing for him that he was good looking or I wouldn't have thought about actually accepting this card. It had his name and contact information. Everything I would have needed if I wanted to take him up on his offer of a drink." Castiel's blue eyes shown like ice as his eyes locked with Dean's lips. He licked them self-consciously and the ice blue faded to a dark navy slowly. The transitioning between the colors made Dean inexplicably hard and he was more than uncomfortable with just sitting there.

"Seems you need help from a lot huh? A real life damsel in distress." Castiel's face, no his eyes, with their heat, were mixed with something else that he couldn't place.

"Oh sir," Castiel all but purred that word. "You have no idea." His mouth curled in what could only be described as a 'come-fuck-me' smile; the promise of a hot, wet night dripping from his words. "When the result of me being helpless gets me a man like you…. Why should I be anything else?"

Dean swallowed with some trouble. Where was that innocent terrified man from before? Don't get him wrong. He loved the fact that this version of Castiel was pleasure personified, but where did this come from, was the other man a front?

"Well, I'm flattered… but what about card man?" Dean's throat and lips felt dry so he took his cup in his hand and took a sip.

"From what I can see…" A foot dragged itself over his calf and a long slim finger leaned over and caressed the back of his hand. "You can offer a better night…"

Bad life decisions for the win. Dena chocked on his coffee. "Offer?"

"Well," The sexual smirk turned lazy and playful though it was still exuding sex from his word foreplay. "I'm assuming all this… but I'd love to know if I'm right."

The finger added slight pressure and the foot was playfully rubbing his calf, random strokes that made Dean's breathe hitch self-consciously. Dean was about to say something when a phone started ringing, he was ignoring it because he thought it was his but it wasn't ACDC that he heard but a blaring hip hop song he couldn't place something about sweat dripping down someone's balls making bitches crawl.

The strong, confident demeanor that Dean was starting to build a wall against immediately disappeared. Watching the transition from sex god to innocent confusion almost made Dean grab him by his jacket and force him across the table to his burning lips. He would never admit it, but he felt disappointment like a sickness when Castiel's ministrations abruptly stopped and he took out his iPhone. He glanced at the screen before grimacing and picking it up.

"Novak. What do you mean exactly? No sir, it is not like I am trying to complain. But sir you do not understand. I specifically took off this week because of family reasons. I know nothing is more important than my class… Sir my one calls this week falls on the most important day." A pause in listening before a gruff goodbye was put in place and a dismissal without waiting for the other to say good bye. He glared at the phone before looking back up at the man across from him. 'He really is handsome…'

The ebony haired man closed his eyes at first before addressing Dean. "I am sorry Dean, but something has come up." The once velvet voice was now gruffer and slightly lower than before. Dean couldn't help but love it just as much. "I must cut this short I have a meeting at my work that I need to attend to." He stood up going to the counter, requesting his food to be boxed and ready for take-out. The waitress's face, the same waitress who tried to flirt with him earlier had a bright red face when she recognized Castiel and quickly put his order in a box, bagged and his drink into a travel cup. Castiel paid for both him and Dean not realizing that he did but felt that it needed to be done before walking back over to him. "It was a pleasure talking to you Dean. Maybe, God willing, we'll see each other again."

A wink that would make a slut wet and begging was executed, the confidence back in the man's voice and face, before he departed from the café. Dean sat there for a quick second before running after the man. Running outside he glanced around the crowded streets of the city. He screamed his name, hoping that he was still in hearing range but he was already gone. He disappeared into thin air and the quick departure left Dean wanting more. More of what, Dean's fuddled brain couldn't place but he knew one thing he wanted for sure, he wanted to see Castiel again.

As he walked back into the café, ignoring a couple of nosy stares he sat back at his table and finished his now cold apple pie and coffee. He thought back to the hour that just got away from him and couldn't help but smile at it. But soon realization hit him like a ton of bricks and that made him slam his fists against the table and scream loudly.

He never got the angel's number.

SON OF A BITCH!