Blue Eyed Stranger [COMPLETE]

Chapter 4: An Instant Dismissal

"You did what?" Dean asks, his voice almost breaks where he's so furious.

The man opposite him shrugs. "I fired him."

"Gabe!" Dean sighs, smacking his desk.

"It's not the end of the world, chill out." Gabriel rests against the frame of his door, looking down at the man behind the desk.

"I really, really..." Dean loses his words as he plants his head in his hands. He inhales some air, losing all of his words, lulling his head back as he slouches back in his leather chair.

"You really... wanted some coffee?" Gabriel cocks his brows at Dean.

Dean realises how dumb he's sounding. It seems like the incident on the bus isn't the only embarrassing moment he's going to endure today. He closes his eyes before his hands begin to massage his temples. He has a headache.

Dean fans his hand at him, wanting him to leave him alone. "Uhm hm." Is all he grunts towards Gabriel, not even bothering to spare a glance into his direction.

Gabe spins on his heels and leaves Dean Winchester in peace.

Once Dean has worked his way down to the bottom of the documents pile on the desk, he slams his laptop lid shut. It wasn't like him to work so painfully slow, but he feels incredibly tired. His missed sleep is finally catching up to him.

He's in desperate need of coffee. Oh how he regrets giving Gabe any authority in his department, the type of authority to fire a coffee guy. He knows he only has the choice to revoke Gabriel's power from him. Not officially of course, because Gabriel was as good of a lawyer as Dean was, perhaps even better and more persuasive in his own way. But definitely demean him from being able to fire coffee guys.

Dean knows that it's pretty daft of him that he's still pondering about his missed coffee, but that doesn't stop him from opening his laptop lid and drafting a new email addressing Gabriel.

To: Gabriel Novak

Subject: Position alterations

Body:
Gabriel,

Apologies for how I acted this morning. Emailing to tell you that a new decision has been formally made regarding your position. It has been agreed to revoke your power over coffee gu---

Interrupting in somebody swinging into Dean's office. He peers over the top of his PC, and sighs when he sees a tall blonde leaning against his door frame. Long legs are shown from a revealing skirt and a cleavage leaps at him from a low cut top.

"Dean Winchester," The blonde woman purrs at him before walking straight up to his desk.

He wants to roll his eyes to the back of his head. "Lilith." He says in a blunt tone, not needing a facade to cover how he feels about her.

"Your mail." She says, leaning over his desk deliberately and placing a pile by his keyboard.

He nods at her, snubbed by her presence. Once upon a time, a tall blonde would've been all Dean Winchester could've asked for. But he's realised that his taste, you could say, has well... altered.

"You look stressed." She talks once more, ignoring his disregard for her and walking to his side of the desk. He minimises his tab constructing a petty email to Gabriel, covering his dignity. "Hiding something dirty?" She asks watching his quick retaliation, leaning over his shoulder and talking into his ear.

Her words are cringing to him. It joins the queue of Lilith's failed attempts to be seductive that he's sick of. "Get our of my office, Lilith." He says, sighing.