Castiel

Castiel was lead into the office by a pretty blonde human who called herself Jo. She must have appeared fairly attractive to the other men in the law firm but while he saw the appeal, he felt none of it.

He had been given two months of living like a human just because he interfered with Gabriel's mission. As if Gabriel didn't interfere with every other mission assigned to anyone, ever. But his brothers had told him he wasn't welcome in heaven until he had some kind of human experience. So, working as a secretary in a law firm is what he'd chosen to do.

Castiel walked into the room, behind Jo and froze at the sight in front of him. Sitting behind a desk was none other than the most beautiful human Castiel had ever laid eyes on. He had short, sandy hair which Castiel immediately wanted to touch and the brightest, green eyes he'd ever seen on a human. Castiel swallowed. How was he supposed to work with this…this angel in front of him? The irony of what he'd just thought did not occur to him.

"Dean, this is Castiel Novak. He'll be your secretary for the next two months."

Jo's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"Hello Dean" he murmured.

Dean looked up at him and nodded in acknowledgement. He didn't look away. Neither did Castiel. Jo cleared her throat and continued.

"Okay, so I have to go, or I'll miss my flight. Miss you Dean. Good luck Castiel!"

She kissed dean on the top of his head, causing a flicker of emotion to flare up in Castiel. He took a moment to recognize it as jealousy.

Jo patted his arm and left with a small suitcase.

Castiel thought he might have been staring a bit longer than humans were accustomed to but Dean was staring back with those big green eyes and he couldn't bring himself to care.

By the end of the work day, Castiel thought Dean might just be the most perfect human ever created. He was funny and charming and kind and Castiel caught him staring more than once. Every time he caught him, Dean would blush red and Castiel would feel a flicker of delight.

Castiel observed all the humans around him but was mostly focussed on Dean. He found himself intrigued and often confused by the way they communicated. He looked up at the clock and noted that it was less than a minute until he finished working.

Dean noticed too. The instant the second hand reached the twelve Dean was out the door with barely a goodbye to Castiel. Castiel watched the door he'd disappeared out for a good minute with his head tilted quizzically before putting away the paperwork left out and stepping outside.

Castiel didn't know what possessed him to follow Dean home. He had originally planned on waiting by the side of the highway until it was time for work again but he just felt a need to be close to Dean. It scared him.

But now that he saw Dean's situation, he was very relieved that he had thought to check up on him.

Dean was being backed into an alleyway by a group of five guys and another two were following behind. Castiel followed quietly, not quite understanding what was going on. But when the men started beating up Dean, he forgot about all of that.

Dean was strong and able and two of the men were knocked out but numbers won out and Dean fell to the ground. Castiel was there in an instant, pressing his fingers to the forehead of the man responsible for breaking Dean's nose; he drained his life force away until he collapsed.

The other men turned on him; two of them drew out knives. Castiel snapped his fingers, manipulating the air around him and flicking the knives out of his attacker's hands. One of the men looked form him to the knives and then ran away. The others continued fighting. Two of the men launched themselves at him so Castiel shoved them into the wall and drained them. The other man tried to hit him from behind with a crowbar but Castiel turned the weapon around and the man was knocked out by his own hit.

Castiel turned his attention back to Dean, who was watching with wide, slightly unfocussed eyes.

"Are you hurt?" he asked softly.

Dean tried and failed to scramble away. That answered Castiel's question.

"What are you?" Dean spat.

Castiel felt like crying. He just wanted to help Dean, not scare him away.

"I am Castiel, I am your friend and I just want to help you."

Castiel reached for Dean's forehead, ignoring his squirming and absorbed all his injuries. Castiel felt a momentary flash of Dean's pain before repairing himself.

Dean felt the change and clambered to his feet. There was no disbelief or denial in his eyes. Dean must have history with the supernatural. The thought of Dean fighting demons with his eyes bright and guns blazing made Castiel shiver slightly.

"What did you do to me?" Dean demanded, checking himself for non-existent injuries.

"I healed you. Please, Dean, let me explain" with these words, Castiel pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead. He didn't flinch this time. He searched Dean's mind for less than a second, finding exactly where Dean wanted to go and then he took flight, landing in the middle of Dean's apartment.

"So, let me get this straight." Dean said. He'd sat through Castiel's story and when Castiel seemed shocked he believed it so quickly, he told his own.

"You are an actual fucking angel of the lord, who got dismissed from heaven for two months for breaking some weird angel rule and your being forced to live as a human because your brothers are dicks and you have never actually spoken to a human before today. And you have freaky angel mojo and you saved my fucking life. And you have wings but my puny human sensed are too dull to pick them up but I can see their fucking shadows on my living room wall where a fucking angel of the lord is standing. How can you have a last name anyway?"

This crude recollection was surprisingly accurate. Castiel sighed and explained that he had taken the last name, Novak, from a man in God's service. He then offered his own summary of Dean's story and Dean replied with.

"When you put it that way, I guess we're both pretty fucked up aren't we."

Castiel smiled at the warmth and understanding he could see in Dean's eyes. He licked his lips and watched as Dean followed the movement with a slightly hungry look in his eyes. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Are you going to send me away? I don't want to go away, Dean. I like you."

He hoped he didn't show just how much he liked Dean because he thought Dean might be uncomfortable if he knew.

"Of course not, Cas. I'll help you get through your time on Earth. I like you too, by the way." He added as an afterthought, then immediately turned bright red.

Castiel felt his heart lift at the nickname then he tilted his head in confusion. He hadn't done much research on human facial expressions but he was pretty sure the situation was not one that inspired blushing.

"Thank you Dean. You are different to other humans I've met."

That's when Castiel realized what the blush might have meant. He stepped forwards timidly.

"Dean, there is something I want to try. I have never tried it before so tell me if I do something wrong."

Castiel thought back to everything he'd ever learnt about human interactions. He was determined to get this right. He stepped forwards and hugged Dean. He felt Dean go stiff then relax into him. He could feel Dean's breathe on his neck and the sensation was almost intoxicating. He forced himself to half pull away from Dean so he could try the other thing he'd been yearning to do.

"There was one more thing." Cas said softly. Then he leant in slowly and brought his lips to Deans.

Castiel swore he could feel sparks of electricity crackle in the air. Michael had told him about human customs and how kissing and intimacy felt but he had never expected this. Time seemed to stand still. How had angels not discovered this before? He felt Dean's tongue brush his bottom lip and he moaned slightly.

When they finally pulled away, Dean smiled at him. It made his heart flutter wildly. Then his smile turned sad.

"Do you have to go away when your two months are over?"

Castiel didn't even have to think about his reply

"I'll stay as long as you want me to."

And the look on Dean's face made Castiel feel that he didn't need to fly to be in heaven.