1. sex on legs

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"Please please please, Dean!" His little brother moans.

Dean glares at him. "Sam, I ain't even an english lit major."

"All you have to- achoo!- do is ask some questions I wrote in a paper and record it! You know how many months it took just to get a schedule just for an appointment for the interview?! Took- achoo!- me six-freagin- months! And this is really important for our graduating news piece!" Dean sighs. He stares at his little brother, an English major in Kansas University, sniffing non-stop and coughing and looking like he's about to puke any minute.

"The things I do for you, bitch." The green eyed boy grumbles under his breath, but Sam heard it and grins at his older brother. "Thank you thank you thank you! My jerk of a brother!"

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Dean wakes up by the smell of bacon. He sits upright and stretches his limbs before following the delicious scent of bacon. He sees his ridiculously huge little brother flipping strips of bacon and blueberry pancakes were already prepared on the kitchen counter. "Sammy, you're sick, I don't want your germs all over our food. I don't wanna be sick, moose."

Sam jumps a bit, clearly startled by his brother. "Well good morning to you too, Dean." Sam says sarcastically.

"Yeah yeah, mornin'." He grumbles as he took a seat at the kitchen counter.

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"So who am I gonna interview again?" Dean asks curiously as he fixed the collar of his polo shirt he borrowed from Sam. He never had any clothes formal enough for the occasion. All he has are band shirts, nerd shirts, ripped jeans and flannels. Sam looks at him, narrowing his eyes at his older and shorter brother suspiciously. "I thought you weren't interested?" He asks.

"I'm not, might as well know the man though." He shrugs.

"Castiel Novak, CEO and owner of Novak Enterprises Inc."

"Never heard of him." dean mutters.

Sam looks at his brother bewildered, as if he grew a tail and three lion heads. His mouth hung open wide, almost touching the cool floor. Dean raised an eyebrow at his huge little brother, as if saying 'what?'.

"Dude, he's like, one of the top 10 most successful CEO/business people in the whole world! And he was featured in Cosmopolitan and other famous magazines as the hottest CEO alive!" Sam says, exaggerating a little but and flicks his wrists in the air.

Dean rolled his eyes. He looked st himself in the full, body length mirror. A baby blue polo shirt that matches the green of his eyes, making his eyes pop more (am I the only one who thinks bkue and green matches well?) It hugged his torso like its cottony life depended on it and a pair of dark skinny jeans he rarely uses aside from his well-worn ripped jeans. He looks out the fourth floor window of his room, seeing the sky turn dark and droplets of rain cover his window. "You need a jacket." Sam says.

Dean rolls his eyes. "No shit, Moose."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Dean ignores his not-so-little brother's constant babbling, trying to figure out how to style his hair. Should he do a mohawk? A quiff? Or just flatten it down? Frustrated and pissed, he decides to fuck it and wear a beanie his best friend Charlie gave him for Christmas.

"Dude, seriously? A beanie? You going hipster now?" Sam says as he gives him his infamous bitch face.

"You waited for months, ain't like he's gonna back out."

Sam shook his head. "You may never know what kind of man he is." He says. "But I bet he's charming- you gotta go now or you'll be late!"

"Okay, bye Sammy! Drink your meds 'kay?" He says as he tip toes to kiss his brother on the forehead.

"Don't forget the questionnaire! And the recorder!" Sam shouts.

"It's in my bag, sheesh, bye MOM."

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Dean parks his old and rusty pick-up truck in front of Novak Enterprises Inc. Not caring the way people around him looks at his car. It has a sentimental value to him and he can't stand the thought of throwing the car away no matter how many time he complains about the crappy engine. He gulped as he looked up, seeing the 60 story high, all-glass building. Now or never Dean, he thought.

He gets inside, passing by some businesses men and women that all looked sharp and boring and he noticed that they all have something in common. Raven dark hair. Huh. Weird. He didn't see any blondes and brunettes.

He walks to the reception area, seeing a raven haired woman in her mid-forties. "Hello, how may I help you?" She asks.

He returns the smile she gave him. "Uh.. I'm here in behalf of Sam Winchester, for the interview with Mr. Novak?"

"One moment please."

He waits for awhile, then suddenly a tall, dark and skinny professional looking woman walks towards Dean with grace and flawless cat walk, he wolf whistles internally. The lady smiles at Dean. "Hello, you must be Dean Winchester" She asks politely. She seems nice. Dean thought. "The other Winchester informed me you'll be coming."

He smiles. "He's sick." Great, way to look professional. She nods understandingly and smiles. "Okay then, I'll company you to Mr. Novak's office." She says. Dean nods and follows the woman to the elevator, watching her click the 60th floor, the toppest floor. He looks around the elevator while waiting, slightly creeped out when he saw his reflection on all four sides of metal walls.

The elevator comes to a stop and he sighed internally in relief. Free from the death box at last. The lady led him to a two-door room, knocking it before they enter. What he saw made him gasp.

Sam was right. The CEO is a fucking sex-on-legs.


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