Oh my Castiel! When I got on here this morning I couldn't believe the number of people who wanted a buzz (:P) for the update. So of course I promptly left my new huge project alone for long enough to finish this. This is the last chapter. Thanks for reviewing and let's embrace our weirdness one last time. :D

CHAPTER 4

Dean was sore for three days, then he could sit down normally again. In front of Novak he pretended nothing was wrong. He didn't want to give him the extra satisfaction. Monday morning he was tidying the office and saw a big stack of papers Novak had brought down from his bedroom. His eye caught the name on the top folder. "Wilmore" it said. Dean grabbed the folder and opened it. It was the Wilmore contract. The one Novak had accused him of throwing away. Dean got warm all over as he felt the rage growing. Right then, Novak came into the office.

"What's this?" Dean said with barely contained anger and liftet the folder in the air.

Novak looked at it, then went pale. "Oh, you found the contract?" he said, feigning innocence.

"You had this all the time," Dean growled.

Novak sighed. "Alright, I had it all the time. What difference does it make?"

"What difference? What difference?" Dean felt himself lose it. "You humiliated me on purpose!"

"I didn't humiliate you. You liked it. Don't pretend you didn't." Novak turned his attention to his computer screens, ignoring Dean.

"I quit!" Dean yelled and threw the folder on the floor. Then he turned around and marched out.

Novak's face looked scared and he ran after him. "Dean, Dean, don't go. You can't quit. You're the best assistant I've ever had."

"And the most gullible. And the most pathetic." He was so angry he actually saw red. They'd reached the top of the stairs and Novak had finally caught up.

"You can't quit!"

Dean turned around and looked at him. He looked genuinly worried. Maybe he was. If Dean left there would be noone to take care of his sexual needs. Dean thought about everything he had been put through, Novak's fear of germs, his reluctance to satisfy Dean and his expectance of Dean's willingness.

"What is your name?" Dean asked.

Novak hesitated. "Castiel," he said quietly.

"That's what I'll call you from now on," Dean said and dragged him off to the bedroom. Here, he threw him on the bed and opened his slacks. Dean might want to be satisfied himself but right now he would settle for making Novak, Castiel, feel dirty and sullied. He started sucking him off while Castiel whimpered. "Don't," he whispered. He tried to crawl away but Dean grabbed his hips firmly and continued. Soon, Castiel was moaning and squirming at the same time. Dean knew that deep down he liked it he just couldn't get over his fear of germs.

When Castiel was hard and leaking, Dean pulled his own clothes off and told Castiel to do the same. Dean took a condom from the drawer and Castiel said. "What are you going to do?" as he slid ot on.

"What do you think?" Dean said. He pressed Castiel's legs down towards his chest as far as he could, then he used a finger to prepare him. Castiel was whining the whole time but he couldn't help pressing against Dean. When Dean couldn't wait any longer he pushed in and held on to Castiel's shins. Then he fucked him hard and quick. Castiel cried out with pleasure. He was absurdly loud. Dean hoped Evian hadn't arrived yet. This would be difficult to explain. Dean fucked Castiel with a purpose and Castiel just screamed and yelled his pleasure until he was done and went limp under Dean. Finally Dean got the kind of satisfaction he wanted and there was a blinding white light behind his eyes as he gave a last few thrusts and listened to Castiel whimper his last fears.

They lay on the bed afterwards and Dean asked him why he was so afraid of germs.

Castiel was on his stomach, his face pressed into the mattress. He turned his face towards Dean. "When I was 18 I had a boyfriend. We broke up when I was 20."

"Yeah?"

"We broke up...that is, I broke up because I found out he'd had about 7 other boyfriends at the same time. And quite a few one nighters. The thought of all those men...when I thought I was the only one."

Dean understood. That was yucky.

"Is that also why you can't satisfy yourself?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe. I tried to forget my boyfriend by learning about stocks and making money on them. It became a bit of an obession and I didn't have sex for years. I didn't even masturbate. But whether that's why I don't know."

The next day when Castiel had finished lunch and had drank the coffee Dean brought him, he called Dean into his office.

He was sitting behind his desk with a strange expression on his face.

"Err..." he said and Dean couldn't help smiling. "Dean I was wondering if you would give me oral sex."

Dean didn't know what surprised him the most. That Castiel actually asked for a blowjob or that he asked for it so formally by calling it oral sex.

"I'll pay, of course," he said when Dean didn't say anything.

Dean smiled and said: "No, this one's on me."

He crawled under the desk and opened Castiel's slacks. He was already hard and Dean began to suck him slowly. Castiel did his best not to squirm too much; he obviously still had some issues. Dean gave him his best moves and soon he relaxed enough to put his head back and enjoy it. It didn't take long for Dean to finish him and he zipped up his slacks and stood up, stretching his back from the crouched position.

After that day, their new arrangement was that about an hour after lunch Dean would bring coffee and biscuits to Castiel. He would tidy the office while Castiel drank the coffee, then he would crawl under the desk and give him a blowjob. Castiel would sit with his eyes closed, looking sleepy and a hand resting at the back of Dean's neck, tickling him so it tingled down his spine. The soft moans and whimpers made Dean hard and he had to go to the bathroom to finish himself afterwards.

Dean often thought of getting Castiel on his back again but he still felt like he had to be careful not to push him too far too soon and wondered when the right time for it would be. Castiel solved the problem for him by telling him to sit in one of the Chesterfield chairs and crawling on top of him so he could lower himself onto Dean.

He clawed at the back of the chair while Dean fucked him quickly. "Oh God," he shouted several times. "That's me," Dean grunted, gritting his teeth at the strain of it. Castiel was taking his sweet time. But at last he finished with a loud howl to the ceiling and Dean had to stop for a while to catch his breath. Castiel crawled down on the floor and finished him with his hand. Dean would have preferred a blowjob but all things considered this was a big step for Castiel so he didn't complain.

Two days later, Dean heard the front door slam one afternoon when he was in the kitchen. It wasn't Monday so he wondered who it could be.

"Ah, Dean," a voice said. Dean turned around to see it was Gabriel.

"I have something for you to sign," he said and plonket his briefcase on the table, snapping the locks open. He pulled out a few papers and put them in fron of Dean.

"Cas- Mr. Novak, would like to take you on for another five years."

Dean looked at the contract. Sure enough, it was for five years.

"You must have really impressed him. This is the first time he's ever employed someone for that long. Even Evian only has a contract for one year at a time." He smiled lewdly at Dean, holding out a pen to him.

Dean thought quickly about what to do, even though he'd already made up his mind. He took the pen and signed and Gabriel left in the direction of the office while he laughed loudly.

A few moments later Dean heard a voice behind him.

"Dean, could you come into my office?"

It was Castiel. Dean was surprised. This was the first time he'd come to get him in person. He quickly followed Castiel and saw that Gabriel must have left through the side door because he wasn't in the office.

"Dean, I wanted to give you this as a token of how satisfied I am with the work you've done." He pointed to a widescreen TV in a box on the floor.

"And I don't just mean the sex. You're the only assistant I've had so far who've stuck it out and have put up with my demands."That last part meant more to Dean than he'd imagined it would. It was nice to be recognized for his hard work.

"And now I thought we could celebrate that you're staying on," Castiel said with a hopeful voice and went to sit behind his desk.

Dean looked at him, then he pointed to the Chesterfield chair and Castiel obediently got up and went to sit in it.

Dean sat between his legs on the floor and began opening his slacks.

"You know," he said. "I think the next five years are going to be very enjoyable." He smiled at Castiel who put his hand behind Dean's neck and caressed it gently.

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