I had an idea to write 'The Lawyer And The Punk' from Cas' point of view, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea. Here's the first chapter, anyway.

To be honest I'm not really happy with the way the other story ended but I couldn't really figure out where to go after they got back together. Maybe this new story will prove more co-operative.

And since this is Cas talking there will be strong language.

The Punk And The Lawyer

CHAPTER 1

Cas ran a quick hand through his hair. He liked the new blue streaks. Then he pulled his striped black and white t-shirt over his head, went over to the pile of shoes and picked out the purple ones. Before he left, he quickly applied some black eyeliner under his eyes and smudged it with a finger. He ran down the stairs quickly to make the train. He was going to his workplace a little further into the city, the guitar shop next to the cinema. He'd been working there for about six months and he loved it. His boss was nice and he didn't mind fitting Cas' work schedule around the days he had a gig with his band. Cas had prooved to be a valuable employee so his boss wanted to make sure he didn't find another job.

He had been playing with Colin, Lee, David and Steven for three months now and they got on well and agreed on most things. Cas wrote most of the songs and then took them to the guys and they worked the details together so everybody was happy. Cas had been playing guitar since he was 13. He had picked it up quickly and soon had a band of his own. He had always had second hand guitars but when he turned 19 he decided to get his dream guitar, a Fender Jazzmaster. It was black and the middle was a mosaic of black and dark red speckles. It glistened under the lights when Cas was on stage and the sound it made was fantastic.

When he was 20 he had left his home town and went to live about an hour's drive away. He had quickly found a couple of guys to play music with and soon he even found a boyfriend. He had always been popular because he was so handsome and, people thought, a little mysterious, so he had never had any problems finding a boyfriend.

Cas waited on the platform where he knew the end of the carriages would stop. He had his own specific reason for wanting to get on there. The last couple of days he had noticed a very good looking guy in a suit. He had very green eyes and short-ish hair that Cas would like to ruffle a bit. He looked to be someone of importance, always wearing expensive suits and carrying a briefcase. Cas had noticed he got off at the same stop as him and one day, when Cas didn't have to be at work until an hour later, he had followed him to see where he worked. It was a big shiny building and at the front was a sign that said 'Tucker and Sons'. He had looked it up when he got to work and saw it was a lawyers' office. So he was a lawyer. Cas' interest was peaked. Since he moved here he had always insisted on casual sex; not getting involved seriously with anybody and never having sex with anobody more than once. After his experiences with his last boyfriend the last thing he wanted was to get involved again.

When he got on the train he spottet the mystery man immediately and went to stand by him. He had been trying to find a way to get to talking to him. It was strange, because he never had any problems chatting up people, but this guy was different from the people he usually chatted up. Maybe he would have Cas arrested for making an indecent proposal. He smirked to himself. He was standing looking out the window trying to figure out how to start a conversation but everything he came up with sounded stupid.

He'd tried: "There's a lot of people on the train today". Stupid.

"Going anywhere interesting?". Stupid.

"So what's you name handsome?". He'd cringed at that. It might be fine at a club when the music's blaring and everybody's a bit tipsy. But in broad daylight it was downright embarrassing.

Suddenly he realized that the man was looking at him and as per reflection he made eyecontact. He could tell immediately that the man was embarrassed about getting caught staring and quickly disappeared when they reached their stop. But he had been interested. Cas was sure of it.

The next day Cas couldn't find him on the train. He was disappointed for a moment. He started going through the train carriages trying to find him. When he got almost to the front carriage he saw the man, standing behind a woman, ducking down slightly. Was he trying to hide? Cas smiled and casually went to stand next to him. Then he decided that since the man was obviously still embarrassed about yesterday he might as well use a trivial topic to start a conversation.

"Some hot weather we've been having", he said.

"What?", the man said, visibly surprised.

"The weather. S'been hot", Cas said.

"Really?", the man replied. Cas could tell he was confused.

"Yeah", Cas said, thinking this could be more difficult than he'd anticipated.

"So, you work in the city?", he asked, trying to move things along.

"At Tucker and Sons", the reply was, but of course, Cas already knew this.

"The lawyers", he said and got a surprised look in return.

"Do the sons really work there?", he asked not wanting to let the conversation die.

"Erm..", the man said. "Mr. Tucker lived a hundred years ago. I think his sons used to work there but now..."

"Gotcha", Cas said, not really interested, he just wanted an opportunity to ask the guy if he wanted to do something.

"I work at the guitar shop", he said, hoping it would give the man an incentive to ask a question but he just got a confused look from him.

"The one next to the cinema..."

"Oh, right", the man said. Cas suspected he didn't know there was a guitar shop next to the cinema.

Right then, they got to their stop and Cas thought this would be the time to make his move. He decided to be bold.

"Why don't you give me an call at the shop. Maybe we can do something at the weekend. My name's Castiel."

The man simply stared at him.

Cas decided to push him a little further

"Or maybe if you don't want to go out we can just stay in. You know...", he said trying to give an enticing smile.

The man still just stared. Cas thought he must be trying to process it and decided to leave before he could tell him he wasn't interested. Always leave them wanting more, was a rule he found to work quite well.

"See ya!", he said and then ran off.

At the end of the day he was surprised the man hadn't called. He was so sure he had peaked his interest. Alright, so maybe he had looked at Cas like he was crazy, but he hadn't protested or said he wasn't interested in men. And who would say no to free sex? Cas had always been successful in the past. He was well equipped in the lower regions and as soon as the men he tried to pick up found that out they were more than interested. He had even had people come back for more but he never broke his rule of only doing people once. This lawyer-man annoyed Cas.

He spent the evening trying to write a new song. The band were getting more gigs now and they wanted to have something to chose from when deciding what songs to play. He pulled his legs up under him and clutched the accoustic guitar. This sofa was nice. Nicer than his old one. His sister and her husband had arrived with it a couple of weeks ago. They had bought a new one and Cas' sister couldn't stand to look at the old one he'd bought cheap. He picked a little at the strings and thought about the lawyer-man. He wondered if he had some swanky place in the city. Maybe with mirrors on the bedroom ceiling. He smiled at the unlikelihood. If he had, though, Cas would fuck him while he was on his back so he could see everything in the mirrors. He felt a stir in his jeans. Damn it! This wasn't like him. He never fantasized about people. If they weren't interested somebody else would be. But for some reason he really wanted to mess up the lawyer-man. Maybe it was the suit. He was so put together and being a lawyer he must be used to beeing in charge. Cas looked over at the metal eyes that were in the wall on each side of his mattress. He'd dearly love to tie him up and have his wicked way with him. Now there was a loud protest from his jeans. He sighed and put the guitar down on the floor. Then he unzipped his jeans and started stroking himself. If he ever got his hands on that lawyer he would pay for this, he thought, while coming with a deep groan, wishing he wasn't alone.

Feel free to yell at me if you don't like it.