I woke up to the sound of my pager vibrating in a long- short pattern. I groan and turn onto my side, reaching for the damn thing. There was a bit of shuffling to my left, the presence of another. I smirk slightly and sit up slowly, looking at my pager before swinging my feet to the edge of the bed and onto the frigid wood floor. I really should invest in some slippers... I grab my clothes, getting dressed quickly before grabbing a napkin and writing a note and leaving it on Janet's nightstand.

I walk into the break room, pouring myself a mug of coffee, adding one packet of sugar and a little bit of cream. There was a big insurance claim coming in and I know for a fact I am going to need all the caffeine I can get . I let out a tortured sigh as I see two men in drab gray suits, lacking any personality whatsoever. Lawyers...great. I take a large sip of my lifeline before I put on my best fake smile and walk back into my office where the bloodsuckers were waiting for me.

The meeting went on for hours as I listened to the lawyers drone on about insurance and liability costs. God do they whine a lot, I've seen documentaries with more enthusiasm.

"Mr. Winchester, are you understanding what our client is getting at?" one of them spoke up, showing a bit of irritation at my obvious disinterest.

"I understand that there are some things that the company can still improve on, however I must point out that there are more violations on the opposite foot that you are seeming to dismiss. I would wish to look into that situation before making any rash decisions on how we are going to solve this matter. If you have any more questions, you can call my assistant and set up another appointment." I stand up and extend my hand to shake both of the 'lively' lawyer's hands before seeing them to the door. As they leave I check my watch and gave a frustrated sigh. "Well, that was five hours of my time wasted. Abby, I am leaving for the day, leave any paperwork that I need to sign on my desk. I will get to it in the morning." Right now, all that is on my mind is how badly I could use a drink. I slide my coat on and loosen my tie a bit before exiting to the elevator. I nod to the few people who were busy at work at their desks and I slipped in between the HR manager and the accountant in the elevator. Elevators have to be the most stuffy and awkward place that ever existed, especially with the horrible jazz music lolling on in the background. I ignored HR, who was a balding middle aged man who seemed to be sweating profusely as he tried to kiss my ass. The everyday dealings of a CEO. I give a small nod as the the elevator bell rings and the door slide open. I walk out and grab my keys out of my pocket. God the smell of freedom and fresh air, well sorta...it was more car exhaust mixed with rain. The city was definitely the most alive when it ground glimmers from the puddles reflecting the busy city lights, and the sound of splashing wherever you go from people trying to get out of the weather. It is very much alive. I take my keys and get into the drivers seat of my car, turning on the ignition. " That a girl, Lets go for a drive." I smirk and rub the dashboard a little before wrapping my fingers around the steering wheel. "Lets get ourselves a new passenger to take home." I pull out and turn up the radio, blaring some Led Zeppelin as I drive to the nearest bar out of the inner city.

The bar seemed rather run down, but there is no complaining on my end. It looked welcoming enough with a neon cocktail glass shining on the window and a dramatized portrayal of a redhead with sex appeal on the sign.

"The Bitching Red...classy.." I laugh as I read the sign, turning off my car before getting out and walking through the door. "I think this will do quite nicely."

The moment I stepped into the bar, I knew I stood out like a sore thumb. The very presence of these people screamed that they wanted to mug me, but I put on my cockiest , tough guy smiled and walked to the bar, pulling myself up a stool. "Whatever you have on tap is fine with me." I set down a five and waited, scanning the room a little.

"Waiter, one more whiskey over here." A voice to my right called. A voice that I have heard before.

I turn to find myself staring at a pair of blue eyes, the ones that I bumped into last night. "Castiel?"

The man nodded slightly, scanning me before speaking. "You are the eye candy Janet brought along to the viewing. You are not stalking me are you Mr. Cufflinks?"

I scoff at the term 'eye candy' and turn all the way to face Castiel. "What is that supposed to mean 'eye candy'?"

"Meaning Janet brought you to show you off" Castiel said bluntly before turning to pay the bartender for his drink "I meant no offence to it, you are probably the best looking one she brought in." chuckles

"Not sure if I should be flattered or offended" I laugh and grab my beer. Maybe I had the wrong idea about Castiel, he seems a lot more open than at the gallery...maybe he is just drunk.

"Nah, there really is no offence to be taken, a lot of the women were giving googly eyes at you., but I am sure you notice that." he takes a sip from his glass before turning his attention to me, eyes locking in on mine. "You really stand out, you really should not play 'bar roulette' these people will mug you if you get tipsy"

"Thanks for the warning Cas." I chuckle.

"It is Castiel." He frowns at the nickname I just gave him , before sighing and turning to indulge himself in his whiskey.

"Oh, sorry.." I mumble before turning to face the bar as well. "So..you come here often?"

Castiel scoffs and rolls his eyes before giving a small smirk. "That is the cheesiest thing you could have said to someone at a bar." Chuckles " If you are going to flirt with me at least buy me a drink first Cufflinks."

"It's Dean." I roll my eyes and take another sip of beer, smiling at the joke Castiel just made. " I think I just found someone who could match my brother's sarcasm."

"I will take that as an accomplishment." Castiel pretends to hold up an imaginary Oscar. "I would like to thank all the cufflinks in this fair city for voting for me. I could not have done it without you!"

"Alright Smartass, no need to be so dramatic." He was definitely drunk, I might have just met the guy, but I feel this is rather out of character , funny, but out of character.

"I am in the art business, everything is dramatised." He chuckles a bit, finishing off his glass. "Hey! Al! Another round."

"Castiel, You had enough, that was you fourth one already. Three too many you lightweight." The bartender gave a grunt and shook his head.

"Fuck you Al, I am fine!" Castiel retorts back , slamming the glass upside down onto the bar.

I snicker a bit before placing a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Hey there bud, take it easy...he is just trying to keep you breathing."

Castiel gave a bitter laugh as if he was in on some sort of inside joke. "Right, well...thanks for nothing Al. I am heading home." GRabs the keys out of his pocket.

I jump and grab them quickly out of his hand "Whoa whoa whoa. Sorry Cas, but I can't let you get behind the wheel."

"For the last time it is Castiel, not 'Cas'" He snaps, hiccuping a bit.

"Right...whatever. Hey bartender, I am leaving his car here, I am going to drive this drunk home." The bartender gave me a nod and I grabbed Castiel's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Lets go." I drag him along to my car and I open the passenger side for him to get in.

Castiel slowly slumps into the seat, grumbling a bit. "I said I was fine Cufflink."

" Sure you are bud." I close the door and get into the driver's seat. "Now what is your address?"