Elevator Eyes

Summary : Dean recently started working in the stock market and he already felt like he didn't belong, but one day he met a strange blue eyed man in the elevator. Castiel was having a horrible day but falling on the other man surely enlighted it. A spark seemed to have been born in both men and got them wondering, longing for each other.

Disclaimer : I still do not own any of the Supernatural characters even if I wish I did. This was supposed to be a One Shot but it ended up getting longer and longer as I was writing it before I reach a thirs of what I actually wanted to happen in the whole story. Therefore it'll be a most likely short fanfiction with more or less 4 chapters or something around that. That's what I'm envisaging now at least ! It would be awesome to hear about what you think of this story and get any sort of review so don't hesitate ! I hope you enjoy it !

Chapter One.

Dean looked at his watch and with a sigh threw his cigarette on the floor. He had to get back to work and quick if he didn't want to get an earful from his boss. He had just got his first job in stock market two months ago and was now working in this very fancy looking building in Manhattan.
Things had been rough, he was having a hard time to adapt to the job and he felt like the biggest part of it was to play pretend.
Acting on the job to make the profits bigger, to help a cause never bothered him but now he had a hard time seeing the limits of it.
Did he ever stopped acting nowadays ? Once he hanged up his suit for the day and went grocery shopping or for a coffee with his friends, he often found himself giving people the fake smiles and ridiculous flattery that he showed to his clients when he expected something from them. He didn't want to be that person, to feel like a puppet showing off the same recorded speeches and sentences 24/7.
This job was already making him a bit more numb everyday, making him slowly forget what was making him him so he could melt into the crowd more easily. He obviously thought about quitting but then he remembered how proud his brother was when he told him that he got the job and how Sam had made him promise to give it a real shot even if it was hard or didn't meet his expectations at first.
So here he was, in his tailor-made suit, holding a suitcase in one hand and a coffe in the other while waiting for the elevator. Once it arrived and the doors opened, he let everyone get in before taking his turn. He hated ending up at the back of it with all these people in front of him, he felt like a sardine in a can and would have surely have prefered to take the stairs...if his office wasn't on the 20th floor.
At this point, it was either claustrophobia or death, so he had decided to just stand by the door and say his prayers while they were going up.
He was therefore at his usual spot, the doors were almost closed when he heard a visibly frustrated voice grunt « Oh no, you're not leaving me here ! » and saw a hand appear in the middle of the two doors before they started opening again. He heard some of the people in the elevator mumble that they were going to be late, he might be too but he was honestly too puzzled to care.
The man that came in seemed to have indeed the worst day possible, he was wearing a flattering suit matching his intense blue eyes but it appeared to be creased and a bit torned on the edges, his black hair were completely out of control. He surely stood out from the rest of them.
Dean couldn't help but stare at the man, he couldn't deny that he was beautiful and somehow different from the people he was used to meet in this place.
The guy was all over the place, you could see hundreds of emotions flash on his face in a record time and this was the most intriguing thing in a world of porcelain dolls. Suddently, two piercing blue eyes were holding his stare but for some reason the man's eyes seemed to soften and at that moment and his suitcase flew open.
Dean bent down to help him grab the papers, cards and other documents that were now scattered on the floor, pushing people's feet away to reach them, when he grabbed a book with a colorful cover that said « I Don't Understand This Reference : Learn about popular culture to make friends -and more- ».

He laughed softly at how dorky that was for someone that seemed to be a buisness man of some sort and should therefore know how to deal with people.
He turned around to give all of it back when he saw the man looking at him, his cheeks slightly pink and muttering a « Thank you » while opening his hand.
Dean found his breath being caught in his throat at that sight and at the deep voice coming from this fragile looking man.
Before he got the time to answer, the elevator's door opened on his floor. He cursed and give the man a bright smile before running out.

Dean arrived at his desk but he felt like his mind was still in that elevator. He jumped when his boss Alastair showed up behind him, whispering in his ear in a sadistic manner « You're 10 minutes late, do that again and I'll take a great pleasure in making you suffer ».
Dean's body stiffened, his boss had a talent for giving him the creeps all the way. He seemed to be always on the look out for any mistakes he could use against the people around him, for weaknesses he could take advatange of but Dean said as roughly as he could « Sorry Sir, it won't happen again. I'll get to work right away. » without turning around but he could feel the horrible smile of the man when he answered « You better or I'll make sure you catch up after office hours under my surveillance and trust me, it won't be pleasant. ». With these words left in the air like the threat Dean had a hard time not to answer to, he sat at his office and turned his computer back on.
His mind quickly giving up his demonic boss to start wondering about Blue eyes. What was his name ? Did he work in the building or was just a visitor ? Would he have a chance to cross path with the man again ? Dean bit his lip, he had accepted long ago the fact that he was bisexual and his attraction towards men but the thing is, he rarely got all flustered over a guy that he just met or didn't even know.
No matter how confusing it was, he had to admit that this man had made quite an impression on him in less than 5 minutes.
These big blue eyes that made him want to get lost into, this messy black hair he wanted to run his hand in, this strong jawline he would glady underline with his lips, this torn suit he wouldn't mind torning some more. Dean ran a hand on his face, what was wrong with him ?
He just saw the guy in a flash, had very little chances to ever see him again and even less that he was into dudes but here he was, imagining himself roughing him up already. He needed to snap out of it and get back to work before Alastair skinned him alive. Dean took a quick sip of his coffee, stretched and pick up his phone to call a client, hoping that it would take his mind back where it belonged.

Castiel had the shittiest day ever, that was a fact.
It started when he woke up 15 minutes before the time at which he was supposed to already be at work, put his underwear backwards and jumped into his creased suit that he might have thrown carelessly on the floor last night. He then ran to the subway, that was obviously overcrowded so he had to push his way through into the waggon.
As he did, the edges of his pants and jacket got stuck in between the doors. Being his own anxious self he pulled to get them out instead of waiting for the next stop to free himself and managed to rip part of his suit.
When his stop had finally shown up and he was about to go down he felt a hand slap his poor behind while the old woman standing next to him blinked at him. He became livid and ran out before hearing his tormentor shout « Oh no, he's leaving already ? What a shame, I would have loved to get a piece of that ! ».
Castiel fought the nausea that threatened to get a hold of him and ran to get out of the station as quick as possible.
He pushed a bunch of people on the way and felt horrible about it, especially when most of them were swearing at him, but he was late. So so so late.
He knocked over someone's coffee on the way and completely burned his hand. Hopefully his suitcase was tough otherwise he could have said goodbye to his precious documents. He was going to apologize when he realized whose it was. His brother Gabriel was standing there, ready to give him hell when Castiel smiled saying « Oh it's just you, thank God ! Okay then... » and went back to running.
He obviously tripped on the step before the building's entrance, gracing everyone with the sight of an epic fall.
He managed to look up and see everyone get in the elevator and that was it for him, he wouldn't take another defeat. He got up, as fast as lightning and got to it shouting while it was about to close. He put his hand in between the doors, because it was already burnt so why not crushed now if it was for a good cause ?
For the first time that day, he felt relief wash over him when the doors opened and gave him a chance to get in. He started to mentally prepare to the upcoming confrontation with his boss, that also happened to be his father.
Everyone obviously considered the man as God himself but to Castiel he was a good guy that often made the wrong choices.
His brothers and sisters were also working at Aurae Inc. , the insurance company who tried to help people who had lost it all but often ended up in an administrative mess. Castiel still liked what he did. He loved helping people get out of an impossible situation, comfort them and mostly being able to do something about it by working with other companies. Everybody knew that he was good at what he was doing but his father wouldn't let any mistake pass. None of his at least.
He wanted his children to set an example for the rest of the team and therefore expected a lot from them.
Castiel came back to earth when he felt someone staring by his side. He turned to tell the person to get lost but he found himself staring back at two mesmerizing green orbs. The words got lost in space and he now found it surprisingly difficult to breath. This eyes, this little freckles spreaded on the man's cheeks, Castiel snapped out of it when he realized that his suitcase had just opened and that its content was now everywhere on the floor.
Of course something had to happen so he could make a fool of himself. Especially when someone attractive was around, it came like a natural reflex.
He quickly bent down to start gathering his things, trying his best not to meet anyone's eyes. He was grabbing his stack of flower shapped post-it when he realized that the man from before was also on the floor, helping him to pick it all up. He felt his cheeks burn when he saw him grab his stupid book.
He was loved by his family, colleagues and clients but one thing was sure : Castiel was probably one of the most awkward human being that ever lived.
He never understood people 's jokes or references and had a hard time making conversation.
With the hope of doing something about that, he had purchased this book...and he already regretted it.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard the man laugh gently and he thought that this was the most beautiful sound he heard all day. He opened his hand towards him, his face even redder now, and surprisingly managed to mutter a « Thank you ».
He was about to ask him his name when the man looked at the opening doors, visibly frustrated and went out.
Was it regret he saw on his face or was he imagining things ? Because he sure would have wished for the man to stay just a little bit longer.
Castiel sighed, looks like he wouldn't get that lucky. He stood back up, he had two more floors to go and he would finally be at the office...and probably die right there.

When the moment of truth arrived, Castiel took a deep breath and pushed the glass doors, he tried to appear as casual as possible in his state with a « I was totally already there three hours ago, I was just downstairs discussing things with a client » look. He could see his office, salvation was near but he then felt a hand on his shoulder. « Where do you think you're going exactly ? » said a firm voice. Castiel, looked at his dad and started to panic « Oh hey dad, I mean Mr. Novak. I was just in a meeting and... », his father held a hand up as a sign for him to be quiet and growled « Don't you dare lie to me. You look like a gutter cat and Gabriel already told me that he saw you running like a mad man at the subway station...and that you owe him a coffee. ». « That little rat... » thought Castiel about his loving brother, he would have to find a way to thank him for this.

« Since you think it's okay for you to show up whenever you want while everyone else is working hard and to spill people's coffee, why don't you spend today taking care of others. You'll be taking your colleagues orders for coffee, sweets or anything they might want and you'll be very dedicated to grant their wishes to make their day better. Is it clear ? And don't let this happen again unless you want me to transfer your clients to Gabriel so you can dedicated yourself to delivery full time. Get at it now ! » shouted Mr. Novak, making sure to humiliate him in front of everyone.

Castiel simply nodded and made his way to the lunch room to get ready.
As he was taking his jacket off and rolling up his sleeves he let his mind wander on the mysterious elevator man again.
God, why did the only good thing that happened to him today had to be over so quick ?
He had forgotten for a moment all about work, what people may think or how he was supposed to act.
He wanted to show the man how much more awkward he could be if that would make him laugh again, he would happily make a fool of himself if it meant for those green eyes to be focused on him. Without even talking to him or hearing his voice, the man had managed to make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Castiel rolled his eyes at himself, what was he a schoolgirl getting all worked up about the new kid at school ?
Sure, he was gay and that was no secret for anyone around. Sure, work didn't gave him much time to explore that side of his life but it didn't mean that he should jump on the first top model with freckles that smiled at him. His green eyes seemed to be stuck in his mind, making him see them everywhere and regret to not have catched at least the man's name overpowered anything else. He heard his father shout his name and hurried in with his pen and notepad.
If only he could see Freckles again and bathe in the warmth of his smile, get a chance to be just a little closer...
Castiel sighed, wishing with all his will that the man was working somewhere in here, that they might cross path again so he didn't drive himself nuts from simple memories of an elevator encounter. He had to stay focused if he wanted to survive this day, so he put his best smile on and started his round.
He would give himself time to recreate every detail of the man's appearance in his head. Once he was home alone.