Hello again, again. My muse is talking to me tonight and therefore here is yet another chapter. But first I would like to thank Mummabro for their review and for those of you who have followed and favoured this story, you guys are awesome.

Any road. On with the show and all that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Monday morning found Charlie making her way to Angel Books to meet Castiel Novak. This afternoon she had a meeting with detective Dean Winchester to discuss shadowing him as research for her crime drama book. (Which she so wasn't writing, but had managed to make it look like she was. No matter how hard the police looked into it. Like I said she had mad skills when it came to computers.) But for now she had to work on her perfect way to integrate herself into Castiel's life. She was applying for the job as his assistant, and he would give it to her. Not that he knew either of these things yet but he would. Soon enough.

Castiel worked to open up the bookshop Monday morning feeling more tried than he had in a long time. He had spent most of the weekend at Bobby's house going through his books, though he had done barely a quarter of them. And somewhere deep inside him he also felt sorrow that he didn't get the chance to meet Dean over the weekend. Not that he would admit that to himself let alone anyone else. What he really needed was a day off. But he had a shop to run and the ad he placed wouldn't even be in the paper until today. Then he would have to go to all the trouble of interviewing people for the post. Just what he needed. To ask inane questions to stupid people. At least Becky knew her books. How likely was he to find someone else who did? (Very likely if Charlie has her way.)

Charlie walked into the book store at 9.30 on the dot, just as Castiel was turning the sign to open. Upon seeing that he had a customer first thing in the morning Castiel supressed his sigh. He couldn't be rude to the girl after all could he? (Well you could, but I wouldn't advice it.)

"Yes? can I help you?" He asked tiredly as she walked straight to the counter without even stopping to browse the shelves. He hated people who just demanded he find what they wanted like he was a librarian or something.

"I think it is more a case that I can help you." Charlie replied with a smile on her face that exuberated her bubbly personality.

"Excuse me?" Castiel replied. What was this girl on about?

"I'm here about the job in the paper." Charlie said smiling again. She would get this job.

"Oh." Was all Castiel could think to reply. He hadn't expected anyone to be that interested in working for him.

"Yes. I am a student studying English literature at the local college and I would love experience working with books. You see I am writing a book. It's a crime thriller, therefore I will need certain amount of time off to spend at the police station with the detective who is helping me with my research. But I would love this job also, I so love books." She gushed hoping she hadn't over done it.

Castiel stopped listening to the girl after she said that she was working with a detective at the police station for research or something. What he really wanted to know was, which detective? (Yes and we all know why now don't we?)

"Which detective are you working with?" he asked casually so not to raise the girls suspicions. And though Charlie was very good at her job she didn't know Castiel well and therefore thought nothing of his question.

"Detective Dean Winchester." She replied instantly.

At those words Castiel had to gulp down the gasp of shock and was that excitement that started to flutter in his belly? (Maybe just a little tiny weeny bit?) He knew without a doubt that no matter what this girl's credentials he would hire her. And however much he tried to tell himself he was not hiring her for her working relationship with Dean but because she was a budding author and was obliviously fond of books the words started to sound hollow even to his own ears.

"Do you have any experience working in a customer facing environment?" Castiel asked, thinking he should probably check her out a bit more before hiring her. Make it at least look as though he had a good reason to offer her the job. (Yeah good plan. She could be crazy of something. She not, but she could be.)

"Yes. I used to work in a coffee shop. And a bakery." Came Charlie's response as she handed over her CV, which was quite extensive. She often found herself having to get Casual jobs to integrate with difficult clients.

"And you knowledge on books?" Castiel asked warily she really was starting to sound too good to be true. What with knowing Dean and having the actual credentials to work here. (Yes well, she is rather good at making herself too good to be true. Like I said, she was getting this job. Come hell or high water.)

"Where would you like to start?" Charlie asked and Castiel proceeded to ask her questions about obscure pieces of literature. All of which she got right. Because she was so clever and not because Gabriel had emailed her the questions that Castiel asked all his new staff the night before. Honest. (Of course not.)

Once he had asked all he could think of Castiel was under the impression that she was sent by god. (Nope by Gabriel.) She knew her books, how to handle customers politely and she knew Dean Winchester. What more could he ask from a sale assistant? (Nothing.) With that thought he turned to her to ask "when can you start?"

"Right now if you like. Though I have to be at the station at 2 to meet detective Winchester." Charlie replied already making her way behind the counter and removing her coat and bag.

"Okay. Let's get you started shall we?" And with that Castiel gave her the tour of the shop and explained the way he liked his business to be run. And Charlie was such a quick learner that after a couple of hours he felt confident enough to leave her out front while he went to his office to tackle the paperwork and not to sleep. I promise.