Eyes and Ties

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Castiel groaned at the seemingly never ending pile of work his boss dropped on his desk. A repeated snap of fingers brought his dulling blue eyes to meet Dean Winchester's sinfully green ones.

"I need these done by 9 am tomorrow." Dean announced with a fake smile plastered on his face. Castiel glared at the pile.

"Mr. Winchester, that means I have to stay late." Castiel deduced, looking up to see Dean scoff at him.

"What do you do after work that is so important?" Dean asks sarcastically. "You stay as late as I tell you to." Dean glared at him. Smile still there. Castiel realized the office was quiet when he could hear his blood pulse in his ears as he got more and more anxious. "But Mr Winchester. My sister is having a baby shower tonight and she hasn't been in the city in two-" an ominous chuckle interrupted Castiel, his face burning with embarrassment.

"Clarence. I want these papers filed by 9 am tomorrow," Dean repeated lowly, "or you're fired." With that Dean Winchester walked off. Dangerous dominance radiating off every inch of his body. Castiel saw some women flinch as he walked by. Nobody dared to move or speak until the only elevator doors on the floor closed.

"Cassie? Are you okay?" Charlie Bradbury, Castiel's one of many friends at the office, asked pulling him into an awkward hug. "Yeah," he shrugged sadly, "let me just... Call Hannah and tell her that I won't make it."

Charlie let him go and gave him a
encouraging pat on the back before returning to her own cubicle.

-

It's going on 11 and he still hasn't come closed to finishing. Hannah sent Castiel pictures of the shower, and told him that it was okay that she understood his predicament. He complimented the baby clothes and told her to save him a slice of the belly shaped cake before getting back to work.

After the last of the strays left the office around 12, Castiel decided to lay back a while. He only had a quarter left to finish, thank god.

Castiel leaned forward laying his face on his arms. "Fucking hate this job," he muttered, light tears bled into his sleeves.

Sadly this was all Castiel could do. Complain. In the end, he knew if he ever wanted to survive in this world he must suck it up and deal with the fact he's got it good.

It's just rewriting the same damn thing on hundreds of paper for his douchebag of a boss.

Castiel realized after grading another paper that the almighty Dean hasn't left the office yet. Which is weird since he usually leaves right before Castiel does at 8:30. And it's just going on one.
He didn't see the man leave and the elevator only goes through this floor to the main desk. Castiel would have notice Dean leave because he glared at the elevator doors all day.

Suddenly, the most off the wall thought made Castiel stand up and march to the elevator. He mashed the up button and crossed his arms with determination because he was going to give Mr. Winchester a piece of his mind. There aren't any workers around Dean could embarrass him in front of and the worst thing that could happen was he would get fired. Not that he actually cared anymore. His brother would take him into his corporation in a heart beat but his pride made him say no to start with.

He boldly stepped into the elevator but his confidence started to deteriorate as each level came and passed on the dial.
Castiel silently prayed to the Gods that he gets to Dean's office and not be face to face with him as the ding signals to him that he has reached his floor.

Sadly, the Gods decided to ignore him and the one and only Dean Winchester was suited up and waiting for the doors to open.

Dean glared at Castiel, and crossed his arms as the cubicle coworker left the elevator and stood in his personal space.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean's eyes never left Castiel's, "Why are you in my elevator, on my floor, in my face?"

As Dean spoke his voice rise with anger And if possible got closer.

"Mr. Winchester," Castiel began, instinctively looking away as he spoke to his boss. "I did not appreciate how you handled me and my business earlier," his voice broke as Dean smirked.

"Is that so?"

Dean shoved Castiel back into the elevator pressing him harshly into the bar in the back. Dean's hot breath against his throat and hands gripping his arms tightly made Castiel shiver.
"How do you want me to handle you now?" He asked, skimming his nose across Castiel's collarbone.

"You come into my elevator to give me a piece of your mind like a naughty boy. You tell me I didn't handle you properly."

Castiel huffed, thankful when Dean pulled back but fear engulfed him when he saw his bosses green eyes dark and dangerous.

"How should I, the boss, handle you, the worker?" His nails dug into Castiel's arms.

"Don't. No. This wasn't what I meant." Castiel struggled to get away but Dean firmly brought his hands up to Castiel's shoulders and forced him to kneel.
"Then what did you mean?" A smile played on Dean's lips.

Castiel didn't say anything. He will refuse to speak. It has only got him in trouble today and not talking might save him from getting raped right now.
Dean pressed a button on the pad that made the elevator stop.

The world froze.

Maybe it won't.

Dean forced him to look up at him. Castiel couldn't swallow it it would choke him from how far he had his neck strained.

"What did you mean?" Dean repeated his grip on Castiel's jaw tightened so much Castiel's sight was starting to blur from suffocation.

"I-I do-n't... Know," Castiel whimpered, his hands shot up to loosen Dean's hand on his throat. Instinct telling him to fight off his attacker, but he knows he can't.

"What's your name." Castiel held back a scoff. He's been working for Dean Winchester for almost 4 years and he is asking his name.
"Cas-gah-stiel Novak.." He was thankful Dean finally let him fall back. Castiel swallowed air like it was water, his heart pounded and Dean just glared at him.

"Castiel.. I want to see you in my office first thing in the morning," he picked his briefcase back up and started the elevator again. Before the door opened Dean spared him one last look.

"First thing in the morning," with that he was gone.

Fear pulsed in Castiel veins. What did he get himself into. He stood on shaky legs, shocking himself that he even made it to his cubicle. As he finished the last of the papers he couldn't stop a few from getting tear stained.

At 3:37, Castiel finally clocked out.

At 3:46 Castiel made it to his apartment.

And at 6 am his alarm went off telling Castiel that he didn't get any sleep and he has only two hours to prepare for what sinful punishment Dean Winchester has in store for him.