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"You are always a pleasure to observe, Dean."
Everything in Dean says he should be alarmed by this, disgusted and offended-- and yeah, Dean does feel used, uncomfortable, but it doesn't feel... off putting. It feels normal. They're staring at each other again, Dean aghast and Castiel a solid presence in the room, taking all of Dean's attention from him.
"Perhaps you should return to your work." Castiel says suddenly; face still blank, but eyes turning to expectant. Castiel sits himself off in the corner, in the chair Mr. Alder usually sits during performance reviews or when he wants a break from upper management for a few minutes.
Dean jerks like he's been shocked when their contact is broken, and Dean has to brush it off with a shaken laugh, returning to his side of the desk and sinking down in the chair like it will protect him. "Right," Dean says, looking at his computer, then the sheets in front of him. "Right, yeah. Work."
--
Castiel is there the next day as well. He sits in the corner, watching with an unbreakable stare, and Dean finds himself falling into something of an ease with Castiel there in the room with him. Mr. Alder comes to call a few hours into the work day, grinning at Dean like a proud coach and Dean is the star MVP of the football team. Dean doesn't blush from the attention, but he does feel sucked into something that's bigger than he is.
Mr. Alder and Castiel discuss Dean's work, briefly, mostly Mr. Alder asking if Castiel is satisfied with Dean's positive input and how much better he does here, than where he was before which-- Dean will admit, is true. The last city and company Dean had been working for was... it had been an experience. Mr. Alder is sunny, but there's an edge to his voice when he's addressing Castiel, but Dean can't place it. Castiel simply stands there as it happens, like he's being scolded by a drill sergeant.
It makes Dean feel uncomfortable, watching it, so Dean tries to tune them both out, and focus on his work.
It's two hours until five, and Dean's preparing to wind down for the day, finishing up any loose ends on the project Mr. Turner had handed down to him mid-last week and was due at the end of this one. Mr. Alder would be pleased by the quickness, and perhaps Castiel would too and maybe Dean would be seen as "fit for achieving Sandover's long term goals." Castiel has been observing Dean for two days now, and it makes Dean antsy. If Castiel didn't like what he was seeing, then Dean was done for-- Dean simply knew that fact, somehow.
"You are a hard worker, Dean." Castiel says quietly, the lack of formality making Dean tense up. "Determined."
"I do try." Dean offers, setting down his pen and looking over at the perch Castiel seemingly has claimed. The man looks as untouchable as usual, crisp suit, unshaven stubble, windswept hair like he biked to work instead of drove. Something about him makes Dean feel so small. "I hope it just pays off in the end."
Castiel's focus is suddenly laser hard, directed at Dean and Dean feels like the room is closing in on him."Everything pays off in the end. You should trust in those higher than you." Then Castiel is suddenly on his feet and approaching Dean slowly, like the world isn't suddenly collapsing in and a tornado isn't touching down-- and before Dean even knows it, Castiel is on his side of the desk, turning Dean's chair around until Dean's directly in front of Castiel, and Castiel is leaning down, hands gripping at the arms of Dean's chair. "Everything you do is important."
The kiss is sudden, and Dean doesn't have a chance before Castiel's pulling away-- looking startled with himself, head whipping to the door as if to make sure no one saw, then out the window (they're on floor 22, no one could see them up here.) "My apologies," Castiel stumbles out, taking a few steps back. "Please do not tell Zachari-- Mr. Alder."
Dean stands, feeling something swell inside him and Dean doesn't know what to do-- "Cas, wait--"
But then Castiel is suddenly gone. Vanished into thin air. All Dean can do is slump back down into his chair and wonder what the hell just happened.
Everything in Dean says he should be alarmed by this, disgusted and offended-- and yeah, Dean does feel used, uncomfortable, but it doesn't feel... off putting. It feels normal. They're staring at each other again, Dean aghast and Castiel a solid presence in the room, taking all of Dean's attention from him.
"Perhaps you should return to your work." Castiel says suddenly; face still blank, but eyes turning to expectant. Castiel sits himself off in the corner, in the chair Mr. Alder usually sits during performance reviews or when he wants a break from upper management for a few minutes.
Dean jerks like he's been shocked when their contact is broken, and Dean has to brush it off with a shaken laugh, returning to his side of the desk and sinking down in the chair like it will protect him. "Right," Dean says, looking at his computer, then the sheets in front of him. "Right, yeah. Work."
--
Castiel is there the next day as well. He sits in the corner, watching with an unbreakable stare, and Dean finds himself falling into something of an ease with Castiel there in the room with him. Mr. Alder comes to call a few hours into the work day, grinning at Dean like a proud coach and Dean is the star MVP of the football team. Dean doesn't blush from the attention, but he does feel sucked into something that's bigger than he is.
Mr. Alder and Castiel discuss Dean's work, briefly, mostly Mr. Alder asking if Castiel is satisfied with Dean's positive input and how much better he does here, than where he was before which-- Dean will admit, is true. The last city and company Dean had been working for was... it had been an experience. Mr. Alder is sunny, but there's an edge to his voice when he's addressing Castiel, but Dean can't place it. Castiel simply stands there as it happens, like he's being scolded by a drill sergeant.
It makes Dean feel uncomfortable, watching it, so Dean tries to tune them both out, and focus on his work.
It's two hours until five, and Dean's preparing to wind down for the day, finishing up any loose ends on the project Mr. Turner had handed down to him mid-last week and was due at the end of this one. Mr. Alder would be pleased by the quickness, and perhaps Castiel would too and maybe Dean would be seen as "fit for achieving Sandover's long term goals." Castiel has been observing Dean for two days now, and it makes Dean antsy. If Castiel didn't like what he was seeing, then Dean was done for-- Dean simply knew that fact, somehow.
"You are a hard worker, Dean." Castiel says quietly, the lack of formality making Dean tense up. "Determined."
"I do try." Dean offers, setting down his pen and looking over at the perch Castiel seemingly has claimed. The man looks as untouchable as usual, crisp suit, unshaven stubble, windswept hair like he biked to work instead of drove. Something about him makes Dean feel so small. "I hope it just pays off in the end."
Castiel's focus is suddenly laser hard, directed at Dean and Dean feels like the room is closing in on him."Everything pays off in the end. You should trust in those higher than you." Then Castiel is suddenly on his feet and approaching Dean slowly, like the world isn't suddenly collapsing in and a tornado isn't touching down-- and before Dean even knows it, Castiel is on his side of the desk, turning Dean's chair around until Dean's directly in front of Castiel, and Castiel is leaning down, hands gripping at the arms of Dean's chair. "Everything you do is important."
The kiss is sudden, and Dean doesn't have a chance before Castiel's pulling away-- looking startled with himself, head whipping to the door as if to make sure no one saw, then out the window (they're on floor 22, no one could see them up here.) "My apologies," Castiel stumbles out, taking a few steps back. "Please do not tell Zachari-- Mr. Alder."
Dean stands, feeling something swell inside him and Dean doesn't know what to do-- "Cas, wait--"
But then Castiel is suddenly gone. Vanished into thin air. All Dean can do is slump back down into his chair and wonder what the hell just happened.
--
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