The first day without Cas around Dean was at most, enjoying his time. He lived like a bachelor. A very rich bachelor.

He was heating up the pasta Cas made and Dean absolutely loved now. He remembered Cas' first reaction when he said it was amazing. Cas was very uptight and in control all the time. But Dean got to see his soft side slip out a bit. Dude must've been through something to make him have that stick up his butt. But all Cas said was 'Did just call me... Cas?' Dean did not miss the sudden drop in Cas' voice and how his eyes seamed to gleam a bit or how he suddenly felt like Cas was relieved and at the same time. looked so small. The nickname probably did the trick. And somehow, Dean realized he wanted to see more of this Cas. Not the controlling Castiel, he wanted to see Cas.

So, like any prying person, he just shrugged it off and said that his name was kind of a mouth-full.

At that, Cas straightened his back and focused on eating while Dean played more Skyrim.

Dean took advantage of his situation and grabbed a few beers form the fridge and went back to the living room with bowl and beer at hand.

"Ah." He sighed when he plumped down the couch. "This is the life. I could definitely get used to this." He pulled out his phone to see 3 texts from Sam, his only contact. "Oh, Sammy, if only you could see me now." He said smiling down the gadget.

Hi, Dean! Sorry, was worried about you, how you holding up? Call or text back will ya. Sent 2 days ago at 12:30 pm.

Sorry to bother you Dean, but we gotta pay my tuition soon, I was able to ask for an extension, though. Please call or text me if u can.
Sent Yesterday at 8:00 pm.

I can get part-time job if ur having trouble, I really need the money tomorrow, please? And I'm sorry again.
Sent 5 hours ago.

Dean sighed heavily. You don't have to say sorry all the time, Sammy he thought to himself, although he wishes Sam can hear it too. 'I'll meet you Osis beer garden?' At maybe around 2 hours from now.' Well, gotta dress nice.

Ding!
Yes! Okay. Thanks, Dean.
Sent 4 seconds ago.

Dean dressed casually and drove all the way to Stanford. The city was refreshing after all the suburbia. He parked his baby and grabbed the bag; important cargo here.

The smell of fresh grilled cheese burgers wafted through the air. He inhaled all that succulent aroma greedily. Until Sam called out to him raising and waving his right hand for his attention. He's like a giant dog sometimes.

"Hi, Dean? I bet it's good news this time, you're smiling like you just won the lottery!" Sam says resting his arms on the table

Dean sat down and nodded at Sam. He's probably smiling like goof-ball right now, but who cares. He can't help it.

"Wait- did you? Don't tell me you actually won the lottery." Sam goes wide-eyed for a split second, considering the possibility.

"What? No, I didn't." Dean quickly recants. "But I did get a new job."

"Wow, congrats, Dean! That sounds great. But are you sure you don't need me to take some of my load too?" Sam definitely worries too much, it's probably unhealthy.

"Nah, man, with the money I'm riling up, I might even buy us an apartment. And a good one too." he says to his little brother.

Sam stops at that, eying Dean. But, Dean knows he's suspicious, well, of course he is. If he were Sam, and Sam were him, he'd be interrogating like there's no tomorrow.

"So... you sure you're okay, huh. Where's the check?"

"Riiiight, here."

Dean says triumphantly, handing the bag full of money to Sam.

"What the!" Sam exclaims.

"I know, right?"

Sam chuckles, "You couldn't have gotten a check?" After a few moments though, the atmosphere changes.

"Dean." Sam starts, resting the bag on his lap.

"Dean, this is a lot of money. And I'm not about to look at a gift horse on the mouth, but please tell me this new job is legal, at least."

"No, Sam, this is totally safe. Like I said, it's like hitting the lottery jackpot here, man. I got lucky. And about goddamn time too."

"Let's talk this over with some food, yeah?" Dean breaks the oncoming silence. "Sure." Sam says quietly.

After 2 cheese burgers with extra onions later, they were drinking some chilled beer.

"So, Dean, what is this new job of yours?" Sam inquires, but mostly for the sake of catching up.

"Um, haha... funny you should uh, ask. Actually-" Dean nervously scratches the back of his neck. Very UN-suspicious Dean, he tells himself. "I'm sort of a personal assistant? For uh, one of the big shots in the business industry. Uh, yeah.I just sort of uh, met him." Yeah, more like tried to rob him. "We just kind of got along and I told him about my situation and he just picked me up form there. Hired me and gave me an advanced paycheck." He's never gulped down beer that fast before, right after explaining to Sam. He was sure as hell glad that he made research on Cas before he left, just in case.

"Oh, so, who's the big shot?"

"Uh, his last name's Novak, he's actually the son of-"

"Emmanuel Novak? Like the actual tycoon? Owner of Sucro corp?"

"Uh, yeah. You are such a big nerd." Dean laughs.

"Dude, this is like really big. Are you kidding me? His son? You're his personal assistant?" Kind of, Dean thinks.

"You got lucky."

"Waaay lucky."

Sam raises his beer bottle, apparently too stomped to interrogate Dean further thank god, and makes a toast "Cheers to that impeccable luck of yours."

"Haha, uh, yeah... luck."