Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own any of the characters that will and are portrayed in this story. Especially Castiel T-T

Full Summary: Dean has been having these strange dreams lately about a man who calls himself Castiel, an angel of the Lord. Some are pleasant and some have a rather profound affect on his physical being. So what happens when Dean has to interview a man who looks like he could be his Doppelganger?

OOC—ish..lol…AU, Slash, Dean/Castiel

Warning! This fanfic is going to be rated M for mature audiences only. If you cant handle reading homosexual relations between a human and an angel then I suggest you go look for something else to read. There will be plenty of strong language and adult situations. And possibly violence…..There needs to be violence lol

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the first chapter of my very first Supernatural fanfic :3 I know it's a lot shorter than the chapters in my other story, but I'm sure that you will all enjoy it just as much. At least I am hoping so lol So please read and tell me what you think.

..::Destiel_Is_Love::..

Chapter 1-Dreams are just an extension of reality

This definitely weren't supposed to happen like this. So when Dean Smith, Executive Director of Sales and Marketing abruptly woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty, breathless and sporting an obvious tent in his boxers; he began to question his sanity.

This wasn't the first time that he had these kinds of dreams. No. They usually occur about two to three times a week. And this patter has been going on for about a month now.

It was really starting to get to him. It was getting to the point where he could almost accurately predict when they were going to happen. It wasn't that Dean had found them unpleasant. No, far from it. In fact, some of the dreams were rather comforting to him yet they all confused him more than anything at the same time. Why was he dreaming about a certain blue eyed, messy haired man who wore a tan trench coat?

One thing was for sure, as time went on the dreams got more and more vivid. It was almost as if he was living a separate life as he slept.

Dean sighed to himself as he stared up at his ceiling. Tonight was the second night he had an explicit dream about the man who called himself Castiel. Dean didn't understand why he was having dreams about a man whom he had never met in his life. Not to mention that he was obviously into women than men.

Turning his head to the left, Dean peered at his alarm clock that sat on his nightstand. It read 5:30am, a half-hour before he was normally scheduled to wake up.

"Great…it figures." He sighed again and sat up hanging his legs over the edge of the bed. He was still very tired, but hew knew for a fact that he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. Especially since now he had a problem that isn't going to go away with just a simple cold shower.

Dean reached over and turned off his alarm clock so that he doesn't have to deal with it later. He then went to his closet and pulled out a clean pair of clothes for work deciding that it would be okay to get a head start in getting ready for work. Maybe he will have some time to stop off at the local café to get something to eat on the way there.

..::Destiel Is Love::..

It was almost 7:30am when Dean arrived at the building in which he worked at. He had been right about possibly having enough time to stop off at the café. It was always nice to get some real food once in a while, instead of the crappy food that was provided for him and everyone else at his business building.

Despite the fact that Dean had another one of those dreams last night, he was already having a pretty good day today. It was nice to see everyone smiling at each other and greeting Dean with a wave. This is what Dean loved about his life. Sure it could be a bit monotonous sometimes, but he still really loved the atmosphere of this place. Everyone was so friendly.

"Oh, hello Dean." Especially Victoria Martin.

"Why hello Victoria." Dean stopped in front of her and took her hand in his, gently grazing his lips over the tops of her knuckles. He grinned at her before letting go of her hand. She was a very beautiful woman. She had long red curly hair that went to the middle of her back and long legs dressed in a short pencil skirt and a white button down top.

Dean and Victoria once had a thing for each other about a year ago. She used to be his secretary until she was transferred to work for someone else in the building. He had slept with her quite a few times, they almost got caught at work but that didn't stop them at all. But alas, after Victoria was transferred, their little 'relationship' kind of just faded. Now whenever they see each other, Dean will just flirt. A wink here and there or a slight brushing of certain body parts as they passed each other in the hallways. It didn't bother either of them when things had stopped progressing. Besides, Dean wasn't really the type to be committed in a relationship. It happened once before, and he swore that it would never happen again.

"How are you doing this morning?" Dean asked, his eyes boring down into hers with an intensity in them.

She smiled up at him. "I'm doing just fine . I'm surprised to see you here this early."

"Yeah, well I had a rough night last night. Couldn't sleep much." He explained.

"Aw, well, lets hope you make it through the day just fine then." Her smile continued to grace her features as she allowed her fingers to brush against his arm.

"Yeah. I'm sure that I will. I should probably get going now."

"Alright, see ya around Dean." Dean nodded in agreement and headed on his way toward the elevators. Just as he reached the doors, he heard Victoria call out to him. He stopped and turned around.

"Yes?"

"Sam Wesson wants to speak to you about something, so you might want to go see him." She explained.

"Oh, yeah will do." He gave one last smile and a wave before turning around and pressed the up arrow on the elevator.

As Dean stood in the elevator, waiting to arrive on the fifth floor, he thought about why Sam would want to speak to him. He was only one of the people that too care of smaller, not too important things.

Sam, along with many others on the fifth floor worked in cubicles all day long. Answering phone calls from customers who had questions about certain products that they bought. It was a very tedious job, but it wasn't too difficult. It was very noisy thought, what with all the phones ringing every minute. Even though Dean's job was boring sometimes, he was glad that he didn't have to work in a noisy environment.

Sam and Dean were very close cousins. If anything, Sam was like the brother Dean never had. They were always together, even when they were younger. Nothing was strong enough to tear them apart, not even when serious problems happened between both families.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the elevator pinged, signaling his arrival on the fifth floor. As soon as Dean stepped out he could already hear the constant ringing of phones and people typing away on their computers.

Dean stepped out into the large room and walked down an aisle of tan cubicles, his hands in his pockets. It wasn't hard to find Sam; he had been down on this floor many times before to speak with his cousin. Every time though, Dean would have to wait for him to get off the phone with a customer, much like this morning.

Dean stood there and watched as Sam swiveled around in his chair silently telling him with his index finger that he will be done in just a moment. Dean nodded.

"…Alright, well now that you've done that, just turn on the power button and it should work….You're welcome ma'am…If anything else happens just call again and we will help you…Yep, bye." And with that, Sam hung up the phone. He sighed and looked up at his cousin.

"That's about the third time that that lady has called. If she calls again, I'm going to direct her to someone else."

Dean smiled. He had to sympathize; it must get really tiring having the same person call multiple times. But, enough of this, Dean wanted to cut to the chase.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked.

"Oh, right. I just wanted to let you know that you are going to have a couple of people directed to you for some interviewing." Sam looked up at the other man hearing him sigh. He already knew what he was going to say, but he let him speak anyways.

"Lemmi guess. This was all Zachariah's doing isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so." Came Sam's response.

Dean ran a hand through his short dirty blond hair, slight frustration painting his features. "He does know that interviewing people isn't exactly…my thing, right?"

Sam smiled in mock amusement. "Oh, I'm sure that he does. I think he just likes to screw around with you though."

Dean glared. "You find this funny, don't you?" Sam opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted when Dean wouldn't allow him. "No, don't answer that. I know you."

Sam chuckled. "What's that supposed to mean, Dean?"

Dean scoffed at his cousins' false innocence. "You know damn well what that is supposed to mean."

"Okay. You caught me." Sam held his hands up in defeat. "But so what? It's entertaining how easy it is to get under your skin."

"Yeah, I bet it is."

"Well look, it can't be that bad. I mean, all it really is, is just a couple of people coming in to get interviewed for a possible job. Three at the most will show, promise. Besides, I'm sure that interviews don't take that long."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. But still, that doesn't hide the fact that Zachariah is out to get me."

"Oh, I'm sure that that isn't the case at all, Dean." Dean cringed when he heard the all too familiar smug voice from behind him. He turned around to see the balding old man grinning at him. Out of everyone that Dean knew, Zachariah was the one who he couldn't stand the most. The man was a self-righteous, pompous asshole. And he was sure that most people knew it, just they chose to ignore it. Something that was very hard for Dean to do. Even if he was one of his superiors, he did his best to do so though.

"Zachariah, hi." Dean smiled awkwardly, not too sure what to say.

"Hello Dean."

Dean really hated speaking to this man. His voice alone was enough to make Dean want to punch something, even if the older man was speaking about something that didn't have anything to do with work.

"I see you got word about the interviews I have scheduled for you to do today. But, seeing as how it's 'not your thing', I can always schedule someone else to do it, if it's all the same to you."

"No, no. Don't worry about it. I will do it."

"Are you sure now, Dean?"

"Yes, of course." There was a short moment of silence after Dean had responded. Until Zachariah gave one of his trademark grins.

"Great! If you are willing to do it, then you should have these." Dean glanced down to see him hand him a file with a bunch of papers inside it.

Dean took the folder and then looked back up at Zachariah. "What is this?"

"Those are the profiles of the people who you will be interviewing today. Read through those right away so you can get a general idea of who these people are and what their abilities may be." He explained.

Dean nodded. "Alright then." He turned back around to face his cousin. "Well, see ya around Sammy."

"Yeah, see ya." He smiled.

Without a single last word shared between the three of them, Dean turned back from where he came from and headed straight to the elevators. As he stood in the small compact space he stared at the folder in his hand deciding to wait until he got to his office to read through it. It didn't take too long to get to the twenty-fifth floor anyways and soon enough he was already stepping into his office.

It was a fairly large room. His desk was placed straight ahead in front of the large windows that looked over a large portion of the city. Bookshelves were placed against the wall on the left side of the room and a couple of fake trees decorated the office room. It was cozy and Dean liked it. At least he didn't have to sit in a huge room, listening to phone rings non-stop and wearing a god awful uniform every day. Dean didn't enjoy wearing suits too much, but he would take wearing a suit over a bright yellow T-shirt and slacks any day.

Dean pulled out his chair and sat down, tossing the file on the top of his desk. He rubbed both of his eyes resting his elbows on the desktop. He was tired and he knew that today was going to be a long day. All Dean wanted to do right now was get some sleep. But, even so there was a small part of him that didn't want to. What with those dreams he has been having lately.

He pulled his hands away from his face and let his eyes stare at his desk, not looking at anything in particular. That was when something had caught his attention. When he had flopped the folder on the desk, a few papers had slipped out and into the open along with a picture.

With curiosity, Dean opened up the folder and moved the uninteresting pages aside so he could take a look at the picture and the information that went along with it. What he saw nearly sent him into a Cardiac Arrest. His heart wouldn't stop beating so fast and his breath hitched when he held up the photo for closer inspection.

"..Oh my God."

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A/N: Alright guys :3 Tell me what you think. This is my first Destiel fanfic so please review? I like to hear all kinds of suggestions on what I should do possibly in the future with this, or if I need to fix something or possibly add something to this chapter. I know it's a short chapter, but the following ones im going to try and make longer. I hope you have enjoyed what I have written so far and don't forget to review :3