Hate You Till I Love You
Office Romance AU

Summary: Cas and Dean work together, all is fine until their brother show up at their workplace attempting to hook the other up on a blind date.

Authors Note: yeah I soooo don't know, this is what lack of sleep and charity bake sales get you!

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"I just don't know why this is so important to you Sammy," the oldest brother of three called from their bathroom. They had moved out of their parents place at the end of his school and where renting a house with their youngest brother to allow them all access to their work and school at a reasonable cost. It had been working now for almost three years, at least it had been right up until about two months ago when Dean finally came out to his family and friends.

Since then Sam had become a giant chick about Dean and his dating. When his brother had thought he was picking up chicks at the bars he had huffed and poofed about how wrong it was, now that he realized that Dean had only done that when he was confused in High school and the start of college the offers for blind dates jumped greatly. Every gay or bisexual that Sam met was given Dean's number. It had gotten to the point that Dean changed his number and didn't tell his brother.

"Come on Dean, you would both really get along! His friends say that you both work in the same type of job, you have the similar hobbies, enjoy the same movies and books."

"I don't give a sweet flying f-"

"Dean!"

"Still don't give one."

"Can you please just see this one guy, then if its as horrible as you seem to think I will stop asking you to go out. I just want to see you happy," Dean stopped to debate this with himself, one simple date that he could bail out of half way through was a small price to pay for Sammy to shut up for sixty to ninety days.

"One date, one guy and you drop all this shit," Dean repeated back to clarify and when Sam nodded he shook his hand already knowing he was going to regret this. "Okay set it up, but when this ends badly I told you so." All of this had taken place on Thursday night, it was now Saturday night and Dean was waiting at the local upstart coffee shop, it had been close to both of their homes and work. Which was helpful for the fact that Dean worked on Saturdays to be off on Mondays, and he had left directly from the office.

There had only been a handful of people in for the weekend and he knew them all by name. Ash in IT, Garth in HR, Benny was one of the floor managers, a handful of agents that Dean had trained that he was handing over to Benny; and Castiel rounded out the group. Castiel was with the marketing and sales floor but normally came in on the weekends to speak with the frontline agents. They had a few days left before they would be back in the real world and away from training and this gave them time to pick the brains of those more skilled in the company.

Dean had understood why but he had hated every moment, Castiel clearly loved his job but that was enough to drive most people insane. He was a boring and bland know-it-all that just managed to make him want to take a nap every time he started to talk. Which is why when the door was opened and Dean spotted Castiel walk in he didn't know what to do, the other man made his way over to Dean's table and claimed a seat across from him.

"Hello again, I guess introductions are not required." Castiel offered with a bright smile and Dean shifted slightly. This was a different person than who had been presented to him about twenty minutes ago. He would give it half an hour or so. It was only fair, besides Sammy would throw a fit if he left right now.

"Guess not, have to admit I'm shocked my brother figured you are my type."

"Like wise, Gabriel often enjoys pranks but he seemed to be sincere when he presented this idea to me."

"Wait, Sam's Gabe?"

"He was my brother before yours started to fuck him." Dean smirked at the harshness of the comment and starts to pay a little more attention to the details. Like the man was wearing his office clothes and it didn't look to bad when he was relaxing.

"Fair enough I suppose. No offense meant."

"None taken, would you like to order?"

"Yeah, I figured a burger would be good. What ya in the mood for?" he asked watching as he flipped over the menu. A few moments later he looked up and smiled as he motioned for a waitress when she became available and leant forward in his chair, getting a little closer to Dean then he was comfortable with.

"I'll get what you're getting and a beer."

"Anyone ever tell you that you can be a little creepy."

"I've been told I stare," he pauses for a moment and leans forward across the table and Dean meets his eyes. "Also have problems with personal space."

"Yeah, you kinda do," Dean refused to mention that it was kinda cute as hell. It was not something he was willing to admit. That his brother knew who he would like, possibly date. It was weird, but then again he had hooked Sam and Jess up a few years back.

"What faults do you have Dean Winchester?" the playful smile making the question a little easier than before and he paused to think on it.

"Which type?" Dean half joked with a chuckle and shrugged slightly. "I wouldn't know where to start man, I can give you my phone and you can call my exes I'm sure they will have words that describe me."

"I'd rather hear your words," Castiel admitted leaning back slightly when the waitress makes her way over to their table they paused there as they placed their orders and heard her promised to be right back with their drinks. " So what are they?"

"What are what?" Dean said looking up from the fork he had been playing with.

"You're words, what are they?"

"Stubborn, and I have nightmares."

"Most people do,"

"I was overseas," Dean said simply most people didn't know that this job wasn't his first choice, it was the second. It was the reason he signed up he needed to get a university degree and that could only happen if the military helped. It was a shame it didn't end well. At least he was alive.

"Oh," silence reined for a long moment and Dean knew what came next the polite departure. There wasn't a scrap of metal on metal and a chair moving. There was almost silence then three words that would make Dean stay longer than the thirty minutes, longer than the night, longer than the week, month, or year. Forever with ups and downs from the three little words:

"So was I."

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