Devil's Angel

Awkward

Castiel wished he could avoid Dean  for the rest of his life, but that would require him to quit his job, and he couldn't afford that. What's worse, everyone noticed that they haven't been fighting and have been asking about it. Castiel usually sent them away with a sharp word, but that wouldn't stop them for long.

Maybe it was just all attention that was being forced on him or maybe he was just growing tired of avoiding Dean, but Castiel couldn't be sure what drove him to busting into Dean's office, red faced and fuming.

"What can I help you with, Castiel?" Dean asked, not looking up from his work. Castiel scowled, walking over and grabbed Dean by the hair, jerking up to get his attention.

"I am so tired of you!" Castiel shouted, not knowing why he was so angry, but knowing Dean was the cause of it. "If you weren't my boss, so help me God..."

"Cas, are you drunk?" Dean asked, working his hair out of Castiel's grip. Castiel felt his face turn red with rage and jerked away from his boss, rushing towards the door.

"Fuck you!" Castiel spat over his shoulder, not sure whether it was an insult or invitation as he escaped.

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At break, Castiel's very aura chased away even the bravest of the co workers, a scowl on his face as he stomped over, fixing him some coffee. He heard the door open, but ignored it as he gulped down the hot coffee, feeling it sting his chest as it went.

"I didn't know you drank coffee." He heard Dean's voice behind him, making him clench his teeth as he turned, looking at his stone faced boss.

"Its none of your concern, Dean." Castiel said, turning his head away and keeping his back to Dean. He didn't want to admit it, he would never say what he was thinking...

A warm hand on his shoulder slowly turned him to face his boss, that cheeky smile that Castiel lov-hated so much.

Fire burned in both of them as their lips met fiercely, a battle for dominance as tongue danced along tongues. There were nips and licks and Castiel could swear he didn't remember how he ended up on the counter.

He felt strong hands slide along his sides, underneath his work jacket, as Dean gained control, slotting himself between Castiel's legs.

Dean pulled away from the kiss and attached his lips to Castiel's neck, drawing a moan from him that had the Novak closing his eyes in pleasure. He slid his hands up, feeling his fingers tangle in Dean's soft hair as his skin grew hot, his erection beginning to form against Dean's hip.

"I still hate you." Castiel gasped out, his fingers digging into Dean's scalp, though the man didn't seem to even notice. All Castiel feel was that expect touch of his boss's lips leaving his body hot and wanting more.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll fight later." Dean pulled off long enough to say, his fingers working quickly at the buttons on Castiel's dress shirt. Castiel found himself agreeing as he laid his head back against the wall, shrugging off his clothes as fast as Dean could undo them.

"What the actual fuck is going on here?!" He heard someone say and his eyes shot open, seeing Andy standing at the doorway covering his eyes with one hand. Dean and Castiel instantly parted, the secretary trying to get his clothes back on as quickly as possible.

"Uh... we were....fighting?" Dean tried, but to no avail as Andy visibly gagged, taking a step back out the door.

"W-whatever man, I'm not judging you, but please, keep your fights private." Andy responded, what could be seen of his face bleak and pale as he raced away. Castiel felt the most awkward moment come over him, and he only glanced at Dean, swallowing nervously as he realized what exactly they had been doing.

"I'm...going to go home early. I don't feel too well." Castiel said, pressing his lips together as he avoided Dean's gaze, hurrying out of the break room. He heard Dean following him, but didn't glance back as he made it to the elevator before Dean stopped him.

"Cas." Dean said, so much hope in his voice that left Castiel pining to begin what they had started. He wanted so much more now that he had a taste, and he hated it.

Unfortunately, his prayers weren't answered. "I have to go on another business meet for a couple weeks. Make sure you feel better by then." Dean said, obviously feeling as awkward as Castiel did as he took a step back. His boss rubbed the back of his neck, staring at his secretary a moment before turning, heading back to his work area.

Castiel stood there frozen, long after the elevator had opened and closed. It wasn't until one of his coworkers walked in front of him, asking if he was okay that he turned, ignoring the elevators altogether as he rushed down the stairs, the endlessly looping stairwell giving him a chance to collect his thoughts.

When he got out of the building and into his car, he fingered his necklace, playing gently with the stone as he looked at the mirror, staring back at a scared, disheveled man that he was. Shaking his head, he put his car in reverse and backed out of his parking spot.