Castiel was terrified. He was doing his first ever job interview. It was a boring office one, but he'd never done this before.

How long do you shake someone's hand for? How light? How strong? And is he too scruffy? He followed his brother, Gabriel's advice which was almost suicide but he had no other choice.

He stumbled off the train and decided, as he was half an hour early, he would get a coffee.

Coffee calmed him down.

He pushed the pull door for five minutes before a five-year-old inside made a pulling gesture. Castiel looked down and his blue eyes fell on the bright red 'pull' sign. He groaned and pulled it open. The five-year-old watched him with a judgemental face before turning away and drinking some Capri-Sun.

Castiel walked up to the counter.

"What would you like?" asked the pretty girl behind the counter. Her name tag said 'Izzy'

Castiel looked up at the board, his panicked eyes not even taking in any of the words.

"Medium black coffee." he blurted. Izzy smiled and went off. He stood awkwardly at eth counter when another man walked in.

He had big green eyes, with tanned skin, but his faint spray of freckles were visible. He had muscles, easy to see under the tailored cut suit.

"Hi Dean," said Izzy who had appeared again. She handed Castiel a cup.

"£2.40 please." she said. Castiel fumbled with his wallet and handed a fiver over. She gave him his change and he almost tripped as he walked away.

His phone buzzed as he sat down, facing the counter. The coffee shop was relatively empty. Which meant the hot guy had absolutely no reason to sit down at the table next to his.

Castiel sipped his drink, his tongue burning as he looked at his phone.

It was Charlie, one of his best friends. They had met at a Comicon awhile back, and had kept in touch ever since.

'Good luck, kiddo. And remember, flirting gets you everywhere!'

Castiel rolled his eyes. Typical Charlie.

He was half way through a rely when there was a loud moan from the hot guys table.

Castiel's head snapped up, his ears burning. Dean, eth guy, had his teeth in a muffin and his eyes closed in pure bliss. His mouth was slowly chewing, savouring the pastry.

Castiel couldn't help staring, he only looked away when his eyes opened, already fixed on Castiel whose face was a lovely colour of crimson. Dean smiled awkwardly and looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he saw eth time. He hurriedly stuffed the last three-quarters of the muffin in his mouth, his cheeks bulging adorably.

As he walked past Castiel, he winked and did as much of a seductive smile as you can when you have chocolate crumbs falling down your chin.

Castiel went darker, glancing down at his phone and choked on his coffee when he saw et time.

Shit, it was almost 1pm. He downed eth coffee and jumped to his feet.

Leaving Charlie unanswered, he turned his phone down and ran out of the shop.

Dean wasn't anywhere to be seen as Castiel ran to the office block, jutting out of the pavement a few meters in front of him.

He hurled himself through eth door and tried to straighten his tan overcoat as he strode to eth desk.

"Castiel Novak to see Mr. Winchester," he tried not to pant. The receptionist nodded.

"Room 347. go into the elevator, stop at level 3. follow the corridor and go left." she smiled, strained.

Castiel nodded and speed-walked to the lift. Soon he was outside a dark wooden door with a golden plaque saying 'Mr. Winchester.'

He knocked uncertain. There was a muffled 'C'min' and Castiel opened the door.

His gaze went immediately to the green-eyed man behind the desk. He had tawny hair and cake crumbs down the front of his tailored suit.

His tanned skin, with the flecking of freckles visible, went sickly pale.

His hand slowly came up to brush the chocolate off his lapels.

"Um, hello Castiel" His new boss said.