Like Kids Again - Destiel and Sabriel

2. Dean

          It was a beautiful day the next morning, a shining sun and a perfectly brewed cup of coffee in my hand.  I was ready for the day. 

After I had organized all the boxes in each room of the enormous penthouse I had moved in to, I immediately grabbed my keys and headed out to my precious Baby.  A '67 Chevy Impala, best car in the world.  Man, I can't believe how I've gotten here.  I cant believe I've opened my own line of banking across the midwest, you know, as a college kid I always thought I'd end up working for Bobby.  That would never be a bad thing of course, but I'm just happy that I've made it farther than I've ever thought I would as a kid. 

Hell, I've even impressed my father.  He's been worried that I would never make it, end up on the streets even if I kept doing reckless things in my twenties.  But thankfully, I got out of that mess...with help of course...but...nevermind. 

After parking, I walked up to my building just up the street from my new apartment and greeted people on my way in.  They would say "good morning," and, "congrats on the move."  I smiled and thanked them as I made it up to my office, my assistant meeting me on the way. 

"Dean-o!" Garth Fitzgerald, my personal assistant greeted enthusiastically.  "Congrats, buddy! How you doing? How's Sam doing?"

"Thanks, Garth," I replied.  "I'm great, Sam's on the other hand a bit stressed.  He's got a new case and he's afraid he's going to mess it up for his client, as always.  The kid won't take a break."

Garth furrowed his eyebrows in concentration and thought for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek as his thoughts were running around in his brain like a colony of ants.  We made it to my office and I opened the door, walking inside and pulling my suit coat off.  That thing is restricting, it's hard to grab stuff from high places. 

At that moment, Garth's eyes lit up as he sat himself down at his desk that was across the room from mine which sat in front of a large window overlooking the city below.  He grabbed the paper from this morning from the far end of his desk and came over to me, flipping through the pages. 

"If Sam needs something fun to do to ease his mind, do you think he would be interested in boxing classes?"  Garth asked.  I squinted my eyes in confusion and he placed the paper on my desk, pointing to a small section that had a picture of whoever was running the joint and a phone number.  Along with a description about the class and how it all works.  I skimmed through it and looked back at Garth.

"Hm, I'll see if he's interested.  Thanks, Garth," I smiled, handing him back the paper. 

"No problemo, businesses run by a friend of mine," Garth responded.  "Anything to help the moose-man.  Hey, I'm going to go get some copies from Charlie down in I.T.  I'll be right back."

I chuckled at that and waved goodbye to him as he opened the door to the entrance of my office.  I then took in a deep breath and powered on my computer, pulling up the previous account I had been looking over of a sweet couple I met three days ago who wanted to withdraw a thousand dollars for a trip down to Hawaii.  I clicked a few things here and there, checking their credit score and then closing all those tabs to go on to the next person. 

I grabbed my water bottle and took in a large drink of it, but before I could swallow, someone came bursting through the door. 

"Mr. Winchester?" The person asked. 

I nearly threw up the water I drinking and was able to swallow without too many complications. I looked up and saw another one of my coworkers,  Benny Lafitte who was beginning to get on my good side, standing in the doorway.  "Yes?" I coughed hoarsely in response.