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Okay so does anyone have any idea on whom they'd like to see with whom? I've recently become a fan of BalthazarxSam but of course, I'm still a GabrielxSam fan. So who do we want Sammy with?
"Cas?" Dean asked. Castiel swallowed.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel said.
"I'm not stalking you, I swear," Castiel blurted out after an awkward silence and then he blushed, kicking himself for his stupidity.
"Good to know. So…uh, you having car trouble?" Dean asked, looking away. Okay, Dean was avoiding the issue. Castiel could do that.
"Uh, yeah. The car keeps making a sound," Castiel swallowed.
"Okay, let me take a look at it," Dean said, slinging the rag over his shoulder. Castiel's breath hitched when he saw the halftime mechanic-DJ. Dean was wearing a gray shirt under his mechanics outfit, which was unzipped and the top half wasn't on him, hanging off so that only the pants were on. If Dean noticed the hitch in voice, he didn't say anything, but made his way out to the front to see Castiel's problem.
"So, I hear we've been arguing on the air," Castiel said awkwardly. Dean stopped and turned around with a frown.
"What?"
"Castiel Novak, I work on the Real Story?" Castiel offered. "Aliens? Robot heads?" Castiel cursed when the words tumbled out of his mouth. He had never been good in social situations. Dean didn't looked to impressed and Castiel was pretty sure the words that were going through his mind were-
"How do you know I work at a radio station?" Dean asked- not that.
"I met your brother. He's my cousin's lawyer," Castiel winced. Great, now he'd think his family was a bunch of hooligans. "I put two and two together and… this is awkward." Dean snorted.
"Tell me about it," Dean muttered.
"Well- oh, that was rhetorical," Castiel muttered when Dean shot him a look. Dean sighed and stopped, turning around to face Castiel.
"Dude, relax. How about we start over or some shit like that?" Dean asked.
"You want to forget our night together?" Castiel swallowed.
"What? No. No. God, no," Dean shook his head. "I mean… let's just make things… normal?" Castiel nodded.
"I'm Castiel Novak. I work as a DJ on a channel which I spout nonsense about robot heads," Castiel said, holding his hand out for Dean to shake.
"And aliens," Dean said, mouth twitching upwards in a smile as he took Castiel's hand.
"No," Castiel said, not losing the smile but he looked dangerous in a happy maniacal kind of way. "Just robot heads. Aliens would just be ridiculous."
"Uh, right. Whatever floats your boat," Dean said. "I'm Dean Winchester, part time radio host and mechanic. So, uh…" Dean hesitated.
"Car," Castiel said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Car, it's, uh, making noise," Castiel said, feeling like an idiot again as Dean nodded, remembering where they were.
"Yeah, I'll take a look," Dean said and Castiel found himself smiling, not feeling like an idiot when Dean opened the hood of his car and bent over, giving Castiel a perfect view of his ass. Dean looked over his shoulder.
"Dude, are you staring at my ass?"
"Of course not," Castiel grunted, turning away so Dean couldn't see how red his face was, silently wishing that Balthazar would show up soon. He couldn't wait until Balthazar picked him up… Castiel paled at the thought. Balthazar was by no means a "safe driver." What Castiel meant was, Balthazar drove like a mad man.
Balthazar swore he learned how to drive from a schizophrenic fugitive.
Castiel believed him.
"Hello, this is Castiel Novak. A word of advice to my… more mature listeners. If you meet a one night stand again, don't ask him to fix your car even if he's the mechanic. Ask for a different mechanic. And although we all know that there is something more out there, don't mention it unless you know they aren't going to think of sending you into a mental hospital.
So the point of this part of the program is… don't meet your one night stand after that one night. It's awkward and painful. Now we can get to the good stuff. So, friends, I have something pretty big to start us off with today. I picked up an unbelievably strong electromagnetic burst…"
"You realize you could always get a different job at a different station if you don't want people to report you to a mental hospital once they find out who you are," Jimmy said.
"You mean like that one guy I tried to date a few years ago?" Castiel asked.
"Yes, you thought talking about your radio show would get rid of the bloke. It made him report you to a mental hospital," Balthazar smirked. "That was a great Christmas present."
"It happened in April," Castiel frowned.
"Exactly," Balthazar said.
"So the car's getting fixed?" Jimmy asked.
"Yes. I caught a ride with Balthazar and ended up here," Castiel said. "What're you doing here? Is it my turn to babysit Claire again?"
"Shouldn't you remember things like that?" Jimmy asked.
"No. You'll show up with her here if I forget," Castiel said simply.
"Hey, you're on the air with Dean Winchester. So remember the guy I had the best night ever with? Mr. One Night Stand? Well, you should really be careful about what you say because sometimes, it comes to bite you in the ass. Like, you tend to run into each other kind of bite-you-in-the-ass…"
"So you ran into Mr. Best Night of My Life again?" Jo smirked. Dean made a face.
"Dude, you're making me sound like Lisa," Dean said.
"Well, Mom's put out coupons in the paper for drinks," Jo said. "It's going to be a full house tonight- you game?"
"Yeah, I'll be there," Dean said.
"Hey man, thanks for getting me the job," Gabriel strolled in, looking pleased with himself.
"Just don't embarrass me. You do remember what station you're working on, don't you?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah, yeah, the unthinkable, supernatural, aliens-"
"Robot head!"
"Yeah, whatever," Gabriel said, walking into the booth that Castiel had occupied minutes before.
"Why are you looking at me weird?" Castiel frowned at his brother and Balthazar.
"Are you sure you don't believe the nonsense you spout?" Balthazar asked.
"Hey, radio listeners. I'm Gabriel Novak, no relation to Castiel Novak who just happens to be my cousin. Anyways, you're here listening to me talk about all this supernatural, unthinkable crap. And I'm here to tell you; you're all a bunch of idiots. Why are you sitting listening to me and Cas talk about the supernatural when you could be out there looking for the damned things yourselves? I mean, if you're sitting here listening to this crap and not figuring these things out yourselves, you're either stupid or have no life. Maybe even both."
"He's going to get me fired," Castiel groaned.
"I don't know. This is better than some of the other crap you have on here," Balthazar said seriously, making Castiel glare at him. "Hey, so this bar- The Road something or other- is passing out coupons in the paper for tonight. It's going to be a hit. Want to go with?"
"Sure," Castiel said.