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I was wondering how to introduce Gabriel into the story… then I got an idea. You'll see it.

Castiel's phone began ringing before he even managed to stop foot out of the car. Castiel sighed and then groaned when he saw the caller ID. He toyed with the idea of hanging up but then he knew that his voicemail would be flooded with messages or the caller would keep calling.

"What do you want, Gabriel?" Castiel asked.

"I need a job," Gabriel said.

"That's great. Look at the paper. I hear people put ads in there to let people know they're hiring," Castiel said.

"Okay, whoever taught you sarcasm had no idea how much of a pain you could be. Jimmy said my lawyer said it'd look good for my case and I'm running out of money for rent-" Gabriel rambled. Castiel sighed and held the phone away from his ear until Gabriel was done talking.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Castiel asked, reaching for a water bottle. He took a swig out of it.

"Can you get me a job at your radio station?" Gabriel asked. Castiel choked and tried to spit out the water, opening the door so he could spit the water onto the ground instead of the interior of the car. Gabriel tried grabbing Castiel's attention, wondering what the coughing was about.

"What?" Castiel choked still, wiping his mouth off.

"I need a job and-"

"Are you serious?" Castiel demanded.

"Yes. I can talk about extraterrestrials and aliens with the best of them-"

"Robot head," Castiel gritted out. "Gabriel, you can't listen to my show for thirty seconds without cracking a joke. What makes you think you can sit through your own show?"

"Hey, you make comments about your sex life," Gabriel said, causing Castiel to flush. "I can do that. Look man… just see if you can get me a job." The "I need this" went unsaid but Castiel heard it. He sighed and undid his seat belt.

"I'll see what I can do," Castiel said. "I have to go now. I'm taking my car in."

"Great… thanks, Cas," Gabriel said.

"Don't make me regret this," Castiel said, hanging up the phone. He walked into the building, finding a man sitting behind a desk. "Mr. Singer?" Castiel asked.

"It's just Bobby," the older man grunted.

"Bobby, I'm Castiel Novak-"

"Having car trouble?" Bobby asked.

"I don't have any other reason to come here," Castiel said idly. The man gave him a look for the smart ass comment. "Sorry." The man turned back towards the paper he was working on and then cursed, throwing the pen on the table.

"God damn paper work. Alright. Let's get you to one of my mechanics," Bobby said, wheeling his way from behind the desk.

"You own a salvage yard and yet you're in a wheelchair?" Castiel asked and then he caught himself. "My apologies, that was rude of me… my brother's-"

"You're rambling, ya idjit. Least you ain't beatin' around the bush. I owned this place before I broke my legs. Seemed like a shame to sell it when I still get good business. All I had to do was hire a few more mechanics to keep this place going," Bobby said. "Dean! Get your ass over here, boy!"

"Under here, Bobby," a familiar voice grunted. Bobby wheeled over to the Toyota and Castiel's heart skipped a beat.

Dean? That voice? Working on a Toyota?

"Got a client. Listen to him. Fix his car," Bobby grunted. "I'll leave you two idjits alone." Bobby wheeled away and Dean pushed himself out from under the car, reaching for a rag. He wiped the grease off his hands and looked up, freezing when he did.

"You didn't let me finish. Nice car. Want to show me the inside?" Castiel whispered against Dean's lips, rolling his hips against Dean's and eliciting a moan from the other man. Dean fumbled around with the door, finally getting it opened. He tried to push Castiel in first so he could be on top but Castiel kept him pinned.

"Let me be on top this time… and you can fuck me so hard that I can't walk straight for a week," Castiel growled, voice dropping a few octaves. Dean's pupils darkened and he pulled Castiel into a rough kiss as they wrestled their way into the car.

"Well, sweetheart, why don't you tell me your name unless you want me calling you sweetheart when I cum," Dean smirked.

"You can call me Cas,"

"Cas?" Dean asked. Castiel swallowed.

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said.